Look Inside America - Lyrics - Blur - Blur

Title: Look Inside America
Album: Blur
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): David Rowntree, Steven Alexander James, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Good mornin', lethargy
Drink Pepsi, it's good for energy
The bath's on, smoke in the bedroom
Sore throat, and on my neck a nasty bruise
And where it came from, well I don't know
But we played last night, it was a good show

Got to play on a second rate chat show
It's nationwide deal, so we gotta go
Jeff from the company, says it'll be alright
Got an ad on KROQ and there's an in store tonight
Well I build things up, then I let them go
Got to get time share radio

Look inside America
She's alright, she's alright
(Alright)
Sitting out in the distance
But I'm not trying to make her mine
Looking for America
With its kookie nights
And suicides
TV says it's alright
'Cause everybody's hung up
On something or other

Stepping off in twenty so the driver says
"Did you should sleep tonight
But I think I'll watch videos instead''
Annie Hall leaves New York in the end
Press rewind and Woody gets her back again
And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don't know that it means much to me

Look inside America
She's alright, she's alright
(She's alright)
Sitting out in the distance
But I'm not trying to make her mine
I'm looking for America
(Looking for America)
With its kookie nights
And suicides
(It's alright)
TV says it's alright
'Cause everybody's strung out
On something or other

And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don't know that it means much to me

I could be her eyes

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What Made America Famous - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: What Made America Famous
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
It was the town that made America famous
The churches full and the kids all gone to hell
Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean
The supermarket and the drug store and the bars all doing well

Now they were the folks that made America famous
Our local fire department stocked with short haired volunteers
And on Saturday night while America boozes the fire
Department showed dirty movies, the lawyer and the grocer
Seeing their dreams come to life on the movie screens
While the plumber hopes that he won't be seen
As he tries to hide his fears and he wipes away his tears

But somethings burning somewhere
Does anybody care?

We were the kids that made America famous
The kind of kids that long since drove our parents to despair
We were lazy long hairs dropping our, lost confused, and copping out
Convinced our futures were in doubt and trying not to care

We lived in the house that made America famous
It was a rundown slum, the shame of all the decent
Folks in town, we hippies and some welfare cases
Crowded families of coal black faces, cramped inside
Some cracked old boards, the best that we all could afford
But still to nice for the rich landlord to tear it down

And we could hear the sound of something burning somewhere
Is anybody there?

We all lived the life that made America famous
Our cops would make a point to shadow us around our town
And we love children put a Swastika on the bright red firehouse door
America, the beautiful, it makes a body proud

And then came the night that made America famous
Was it carelessness or someone's sick idea of a joke
In the tinder box trap that we hippies lived in
Someone struck a spark at first I thought that I was dreaming
Then I saw the first flames gleaming and heard
The sound of children screaming coming through the smoke

And somethings burning somewhere
Does anybody care?

Oh it was the fire that made America famous, the sirens wailed
And the firemen stumbled sleepy from their homes and the
Plumber yelled, ?Come on let's go?, but they saw what was burning
And said, ?Take it slow, let 'em sweat a little, they'll never know?
And besides, we just cleaned the chrome, said the plumber
?Then I'm going alone?

Well he rolled on up in the fire truck and raised the
Ladder to the ledge where me and my girl and a couple of kids
Were clinging like bats to the edge, we staggered to salvation
Collapsed on the street and I never thought that a fat man's face
Would ever look so sweet

I shook his hand in the scene that made America famous
And a smile from the heart that made America great
We spent the rest of that night in the home of a man
I'd never known before it's funny when you get that close
It's kind of hard to hate

I went to sleep with the hope that made America famous
I had the kind of a dream that maybe they're still
Trying to teach in school of the America that made America famous
And of the people who just might understand that how together

Yes we can create a country better than the one
We have made of this land, we have a choice to make
Each man who dares to dream reaching out his hand
A prophet or just a crazy god damn dreamer of a fool
Yes a crazy fool

And something burning somewhere
Does anybody care? Is anybody there?
Is anybody there?

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Fresh From Yard - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Fresh From Yard
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Moses Davis, S Dunbar, R Gordon, Kim Jones, Ken Ifill, B Thompson, E Brown, Handel Tucker, C Dillon, W Riley, Leroy Romans, Ernesto Shaw, Richard Folks

Lyric:
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at babe?

Gal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is rated XXX
Just lookin' ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee collection
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway

That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami
Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper
Entertainer, worst man a real toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla
Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah

Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together
Chicken heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog

Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem wanna mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration

How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a wanna man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian

One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have fresh from yard

Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down
At the morgue, mi can tell her somethin'

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and South
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

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Fresh From Yard - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Fresh From Yard
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, S Dunbar, R Gordon, Kim Jones, Ken Ifill, B Thompson, E Brown, Handel Tucker, C Dillon, W Riley, Leroy Romans, Ernesto Shaw, Richard Folks

Lyric:
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at babe?

Gal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is rated XXX
Just lookin' ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee collection
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway

That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami
Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper
Entertainer, worst man a real toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla
Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah

Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together
Chicken heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog

Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem wanna mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration

How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a wanna man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian

One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have fresh from yard

Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down
At the morgue, mi can tell her somethin'

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and South
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

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Letter To The President - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Letter To The President
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Katari Cox, Quincy Iii Jones, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyrus Himes

Lyric:
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time
When you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true

Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely

Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go

Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a starship

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223s'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day, and night after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
'Til then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle 'til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace

But we can't find peace
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and police beatin' me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

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Touchdown - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Touchdown
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
When we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

When we get in town you know how we getting down
Pull a cling and hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm livin', what they talkin' 'bout? I'm shinin' if it dark or not
That one hundred DX double R, you'll find that in the parkin' lot

You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3
4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son
Still be on whatever coast, grindin', blowin' heavy smoke
Him you better tell 'em 'fore, won't hesitate to let him go

They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on tryin' me, I'll put that beam right on ya tater
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. be irate
Just try to keep him in a cage but some how he keep escapin'

That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin'
Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin', I ain't fakin'
The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken
You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way

And when we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit players ball like you have no idea, the boy is here
Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it?
Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with the crayons

Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin' like frogger
They Hoppin' out the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin'
The kids painted my windows with black, permanent marker
And left the rest of the car color cover like swirl pops

And I got the bass thumpin' but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flyin' through the air, lookin' like they're crumpin'
The way they're tumbling I gotta do something
But soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
Then it's right back at it tomorrow

They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend
This is for the pimps listenin' to me, nail polish on the rims
And now it's custom chrome but I gotta go do a show
So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal

When I touch down
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

From my arrival until my departure
Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye
I still have my way with the ladies across the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, just some shit that I thought of

It's ironic kind of shit that we buy, man
Make us psychotical threat to corporate America
Then why they runnin' from me?

How could they be so ignorant? Look at what hip hop den done
It's allowed us to run a business, legimitated our monies
Got us out the ghettos and relocated out mommies
I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me

So excuse me, Oprah, honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just bein' honest
But that am I bein' punished, why are you so astonished?
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance

So you ain't gotta like me, I know millions of folks who love me
You can see it how they yellin' and screamin and waitin' for me

When I touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

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Suffering Face - Lyrics - King of America - Elvis Costello

Title: Suffering Face
Album: King of America
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
Well, there's an old man's fantasy
Put in a young girl's mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what you've done to her
Will you look at this disgrace
Well, it's all over
Your suffering face

If we were chrome, we would be rusty
If we were thirst, we would be quenched
You don't need the same old rivet gun
You need a brand new wrench

Someone to pull you down on the ground
And cover you with kisses
Once I was the jewel of your heart
Now I'm only semi-precious

But if I seem so preoccupied
It's just my alibi, I'm all broken up inside
Even the words of love seem cruel and crass
When you're tough and transparent as armored glass

I prepared a bed for you
Then I sprayed perfume
Upon the wilted roses
That I'd scattered 'round the room

You came in gentle as a lamb
And turned into a terror
And you left your love and other threats
In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror

Well, it's an old man's fantasy
Put in a young girl's mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what you've done to me
Now you've put me in my place
Oh, it's all over, it's all over, it's all over
Your suffering face

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Every State Line - Lyrics - Imperfectly - Ani Difranco

Title: Every State Line
Album: Imperfectly
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Di Franco

Lyric:
I got pulled over in west Texas
So they could look inside my car
He said, "Are you an American citizen?"
I said, "Yes sir, so far"

They made sure I wasn't smuggling
Someone in from Mexico
Someone willing to settle for America
'Cause there's nowhere else to go

I broke down in Louisiana
And I had to thumb a ride
Got in the first car that pulled over
You can't be picky in the middle of the night

He said, "Baby, do you like to fool around?"
He said, "Baby, do you like to be touched?"
I said, "Maybe some other time
Fuck you very much"

I'm in the middle of Alabama
They stare at me where ever I go
I don't think they like my haircut
I don't think they like my clothes

I can't wait to get back to New York city
Where at least when I walk down the street
No one ever hesitates
To tell me exactly what they think of me

A little town in Pennsylvania
There was snow on the ground
A parked in an empty lot
Where there was no one else around

But I guess I was taking up too much space
As I was trying to get some sleep
'Cause an officer came by anyway
And told me I had to leave

And every state line
There's a new set of laws
And every police man
Comes equipped with extended claws

There's a thousand shades of white
And a thousand shades of black
But the same rule always applies
Smile pretty, and watch your back

Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back

Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, smile pretty

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Mr. Outsider - Lyrics - Aceyalone

Title: Mr. Outsider
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Lance Patrick Caldwell, Edwin J Hayes, Byron Jackson

Lyric:
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math
After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath
Look at it through the wrath of a universal soldier
You could never monitor my craft

I am not a graft, I am a original soldier
Walkin' in the path of the math

Now you're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
Is that right, is that right?
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs
It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs
John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's
I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it

Well, it doesn't really matter does it
'Cause it be dependin' on the
Who, what, why's and the whereabouts
And I'm a nigger that the world don't care about

Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter
Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place
All a nigger want is a taste

Working on the docks wearin' a smock
I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock
I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion
But then I know what you're wishin'

That you could put a bullet in my head plate
Without all that red tape
And lead me straight to the grave
You're either a slave but Jesus got you saved
Or you don't know how to behave but you're brave

A mixed up African with a finger wave
And the load ain't gettin' no lighter
Even though I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, back in the days they told me hip hop pays
So I says I strays aways from L A's average
'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage
And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage

Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about truce
No menace, no boys in the hood, no juice
It was more like coolie high and niggers truly die like they do

When I found out you got to choose your path I knew
Not red and blue, the blackness is true
My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew

I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me
But it's important everybody hear me

As I tell you about the unwanted man
Who got blunted and took what he can
And he ran from city to city, town to town
Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
'Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
And his jar's full of somethin' else

Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro hair ain't real
Yeah, but if your psyche is likely to be spilled
Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
Way out your range and since I don't speak Greek stranger
I'm a give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn

I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You better run and hide yourself, boy
'Cause you can't provide for self

Inside, outside
That's what doin' it is all about right
Inside, outside, inside, outside
That's what doin' is all about

Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in?
And I transfer the answer from within
And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel

As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle
You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks
You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted

Say praise the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted
Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y
Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full blast
Comin' full circle on that ass

I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic from the past
That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm fast
Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves

Now who killed this lion? Curiosity
Now why's the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity
Does history really repeat itself or is it prophecy?
So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no stoppin' me

'Cause I paid the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

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Underwear Goes Inside The Pants - Lyrics - Lazyboy

Title: Underwear Goes Inside The Pants
Artist: Lazyboy
Composer(s): Soren Rasted, Jonathan Douglas, Greg Geraldo, Lasse Illington

Lyric:
Why is marijuana not legal?
Why is marijuana not legal?
It?s a natural plant
That grows in the dirt

Do you know what?s not natural?
80 year old dudes with hard-ons
That?s not natural
But we got pills for that

We?re dedicating all our medical resources
To keeping the old guys erect
But we?re putting people in jail
For smoking something that grows in the dirt

You know we have more
Prescription drugs now
Every commercial that comes on TV
Is a prescription drug ad

I can?t watch TV for four minutes
Without thinking
I have five serious diseases

Like, ?Do you ever wake up
Tired in the morning??
Oh, my God I have this, write this down
Whatever it is, I have it

Half the time you don?t even know
What the commercial is
People running through fields
Or flying kites or swimming in the ocean

I?m like that is the greatest disease ever
How do you get that?
That disease comes
With a hot chick and a puppy

The schools now
It is all about self-esteem in the schools
Build the kids? self-esteem
Make them feel good about themselves

If everybody grows up with high self-esteem
Who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What?s going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don?t just grown on trees

It takes lots of drunk daddys
Missing a lot of dance recitals
Before you decide to blow a goat
On the internet for fifty bucks

And if that disappears
Where does that leave me on a Friday
With my new high speed connection?

Baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

Masterminds are another word
That comes up all the time
You keep hearing about these
Uh, these terrorists masterminds
That are being killed in the middle east

Terrorists masterminds
Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe
What these guys do, don?t you think?
They?re not masterminds

?Okay, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack
Then you get on bus and you blow yourself up?
?Why do I have to blow myself up? Why don?t I put??
?Who?s the fucking mastermind here? Me or you??

Americans, let?s face it
We?ve been a spoiled country for a long time
Do you know what the number one
Health risk in America is? Obesity, obesity

They say we?re in the middle of an obesity epidemic
An epidemic like it is polio
Like we?ll be telling our grand kids about it one day
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004

?How?d you get through it grandpa??
?Oh, it was horrible Johnny
There was cheesecake
And pork chops everywhere?

Nobody knows why we're getting fatter
Look at our lifestyle
I?ll sit at a drive through
I?ll sit there for I'll sit there

Behind fifteen other cars
Instead of getting up to
Make the eight foot walk
To the totally empty counter

Everything is mega meal
Super sized
Want biggie fries with that?
Want a jumbo fries with that?
Want to go large?

You want to have thirty burgers
For a nickel you fat mother fucker
There?s room in the back, take it
Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that?
It?s only three more cents

Baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

Sometimes you have to
Suffer a little in your youth
To motivate yourself
To succeed in later life

Do you think if Bill Gates
Got laid in high school
Do you think there?d be a Microsoft?
Of course not

You got to spend a long time
Stuffed in your own locker
With your underwear
Wedged up your ass before you start thinkin'
?I?m going to take of the world
With computers! You'll see, I?ll show them?

We?re in one of the
Richest countries in the world
But the minimum wage is lower now
Than it was thirty-five years ago

There are homeless people everywhere
This homeless guy asked me for money the other day
I was about to give it to him and then
I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol

And then I thought, that?s what I?m going to use it on
Why am I judging this poor bastard
People love to judge homeless guys
Like if you give them money they?re just going to waste it

He's gonna waste the money
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do?
Save it up and buy a wall unit
Take a little run to the store for a throw-rug and a CD rack
He?s homeless

I walked behind this guy the other day
A homeless guy asked him for money
He looks right at the homeless guy
"Why don?t you go get a job you bum?"

People always say that to homeless guys
"Get a job" like it's always that easy
This homeless guy was wearing
His underwear outside his pants

I?m guessing his resume isn?t all up to date
I?m predicting some problems during the interview process
I?m pretty sure even McDonalds has an
Underwear goes inside the pants policy
Not that they enforce it very strictly,
But technically I?m sure it is in the books

Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing for me, c'mon now sing
Baby, sing, sing, sing, sing your song
Sing to me, sing a song

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Blood Red (America) - Lyrics - The Call

Title: Blood Red (America)
Artist: The Call
Composer(s): Michael Been

Lyric:
Did we ask for trouble when we asked for breath?
A silent witness put to the test
In a frozen moments an offering made
Foreign rumors live to this day, sing on yeah

Do, you feel protected inside the white walls?
A world neglected heads for a fall
A fate suspended each day is a gift
A world offended, God what is this?

He says, "We'll walk in the front door
And proudly raise our heads"
I say, "Man you must be joking
Our hands are covered in blood red"

Got a way that's easy, the territory's marked
Hurl us backwards back to the start
A cool deception, a gifted tongue
Nations falling down, down, down

He says, "We'll walk in the front door
And proudly raise our heads"
I say, "Man you must be foolin'
Our hands are covered in blood red"

Well, I see you standing beneath the tree
Your hands uplifted, on bended knee
In a fateful hour you hear another voice
I must remember what was my choice

He says, "I am the one, the one for you"
A look in your eyes can tell me what to do"
I feel ecstatic, I feel tranformed
More than conquered down to the bone

Yeah then we'll walk in right through heaven's door
And proudly raise our heads
I say, "Man you must be dreaming
Our hands are covered blood red"

It covered blood red

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Montana Song - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Montana Song
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank Jr Williams

Lyric:
I'm going to Montana to spend the winter
I hear the snows are deep up there and the winds are cold
Way out there the blues will never find me
Oh, I'm going to Montana to rest my soul

I wish that special someone was goin' along
But she don't love me anymore so I'll be gone
Maybe I can find someone who cares
'Bout the man I am stead of clothes I wear
'Cause I ain't takin' nothin' but my boots and jeans
And a big ole cold along

But oh Lord, wouldn't her warm skin feel good at night
Makin' love in a sleepin' bag and holdin' me [pretty] tight
We've spent the days side by side right upon the great divide
And look across America and feel so free inside

Oh Lord, that would be quite a change for a country boy like me
Up there in the snow drifts right up to my knees
And as I warm my hands by the fire
I'd have to fight off the great desire
To call that girl and ask her
To come out here for a while

I'm going to Montana to spend the winter
I hear the snows are deep up there and the winds are so cold
Way out there the blues will never find me
Oh, I'm going to Montana to rest my soul

I wish that special someone was goin' along
But she don't love me anymore so I'll be gone
Maybe I can find someone who cares
A sweet simple baby who'd like to share
This love I've held inside me for so long
And help me sing my Montana song, ooh

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Immigrant Eyes - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Immigrant Eyes
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): R Murrah, G Clark

Lyric:
Oh, Ellis Island was swarming
Like a scene from a costume hall
Decked out in the colors in Europe
And on fire with the hope of it all

There stood my father's own father, stood huddled
With the tired and hungry and scared
Turn of the century pilgrims
Bound by the dream that they shared

They were standing in lines just like cattle
Poked and prodded and shoved
Some were one desk away from sweet freedom
Som were were torn from someone they love

Through this sprawling tower of babel
Came a young man confused and alone
Determined and bound for America
And carryin' everything that he owned

Sometimes when I look in my grandfather's immigrant eyes
I see that day refelcted and I can't hold my feelings inside
I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life
So don't take it for granted say grandfather's immigrant eyes

Now he rocks and stares out the window
But his eyes are still just as clear
As the day he sailed through the harbor
And come ashore on the island of tears

My grandfather's days are numbered
But I won't let his memory die
'Cause he gave me the gift of this country
And the look in his immigrant eyes

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Marie - Soldier Blue - Lyrics - Buffy Sainte

Title: Marie - Soldier Blue
Artist: Buffy Sainte
Composer(s): Buffy Saint-Marie

Lyric:
Tell you a story, and it's a true one
And I'll tell it like you'll understand
And I ain't gonna talk like some history man

I look out and I see a land
Young and lovely, hard and strong
For fifty thousand years we've danced her praises
Prayed our thanks and we've just begun

This is, this is my country
Young and growin' and free and flowin' sea to sea
Yes this is my country
Ripe and bearing miracles in every pond and tree

Her spirit walks the high country
She is givin' free wild samples and settin' an example
How to give, yes, this is my country
Retchin' and turnin', she's like a baby learnin' how to live

I can stand upon a hill at dawn
Look all around me, feel her surround me
Soldier blue, can't you see her life has just begun?
It's beating inside us, telling us she's here to guide us

Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can't you see that there's another way to love her?

This is my country
And I sprang from her and I'm learnin' how to count upon her
Tall trees and the corn is high country
Yes, I love her and I'm learnin' how to take care of her

Whenever the news stories get me down
I, I take a drink of freedom to think of
North America from toe to crown
It's never long before I know just why I belong here

Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can't you see that there's another way to love her?
Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue
Can't you see that there's another way to love her?
Soldier blue, soldier blue
Can't you see that there's another way to love her?

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White Man'S World - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: White Man'S World
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Darryl V. Harper

Lyric:
I ain't saying, I'm innocent of all this
I'm just saying, this song is for y'all
For all the times I mess up, when we mess up

Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison
I miss yah, crying looking at my nieces and nephews picture
They say,?Don't let this cruel world get yah?
Kinda suspicious, swearing one day you might leave me
For someone thats richer, twist the cap off the bottle
I take a sip and see tomorrow

Gotta make if I have to beg and borrow
Reading love letters late night, locked down and quiet
If brothers don't receive their mail
Best believe we riot eating Jack mat
Staring at walls of silence, inside this cage
Where they captured all my rage and violence

In time, I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters, far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation, reparations are due, its true
Caught up in this world, I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them precious boys and girls
Born black in this white mans world and all I heard was

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go no matter how far I find
To let you know that you're not alone

Being born with less, I must confess only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homies head died in his rest, shot him to death
And Left him bleeding for his family to see
I pass his casket gently asking, ?Is there heaven for G's??
My homeboys doing life, begging mama be stressing shedding tears
When her son finally ask that questions

Where my Daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying?
Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me Mama? Why do they keep calling me nigger?
Get my weight up, with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
Still thugging in this jail cell, missing my block

Hearing brothers screaming all night, wishing they'd stop
Proud to be black, but why do we act like, we don't love oursleves
Don't look around busta
(You sucka)
Check yourselves know what if means to be black
Whether a man or girl, we're still struggling in this white man's world
(We must fight)

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go no matter how far I find
To let you know that you're not alone

So tell me why you changed, choosing new direction
In a blink of an eye my time away just made perfection
You think I'd die not gonna cry, why should I care?
Like we holding on to love thats no longer there
Can you please help me? God Bless me please

Keep my seeds healthy, banging on my enemies bleed
While my G's healthy, hoping they bury me
With ammunition, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know, I'll change, if yah help me but don't fall apart

Rest in peace to Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato
To much for this cold world to take, ended up being fatal
Every women in America especially black
Bear with me, can't you see, we're under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and Mama
Will we make it, to better times, in this white man worlds?

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone lies
Where to go no matter how far I find
To let you know that you're not alone

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Space Hoes - Lyrics - Danger Doom

Title: Space Hoes
Artist: Danger Doom
Composer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, Daniel Dumile Thompson, Keith Mansfield

Lyric:
I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs
Trying to ruin my show and I get two evil guests
Who are trying to ruin my show
Feh, just who came up with the stupid idea of giving
Space Ghost the talk show in the first place?

How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any given second he could go mad postal
Stay wavin' that power band space cannon
And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon

Punked out, luckily he detonate it
Guess who just smothered whose credited with editing it?
He meant molter, the cop out
And have no other career choice, he dropped out

Since when the Wayouts included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax
I'm not the one who sold him to it
If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it

It's all love and no hate though
For all that, he really need to get his own late show
Do a monologue and jest with the guests
Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the desk

With Danger holding down the control room
Late again returning from commercial
I told you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on public access free TV

And we're back on the air with Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show that's so wack? What?
Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them?
Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm?

Another sec, his neck woulda caught flames
Mouse switch the screen to some hot dames
Tonights audience received big screen video games
And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame

Zoning, competing for the same prime time slot as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement free lunch to any stunt
Who lets me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or else join us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep

Later this week Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on
Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go

I'd like to propose a toast to the grossest host
Space ho's coast to coast that destructor ray's a played out gag
And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out
.

Dag, don't mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy
A light snack hungry munchy
Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

Tomorrow is Father Guido Sarducci
Father MC and Charo, coochie coochie
With her new bestseller, who you call a Hoochie
Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies

Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs and find out
How they get inside those sugar pie walls?
Our next guest, a real cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson

So, Judy, boxers briefs or fig leaf
As you know I wear my boxers over my big
Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what little he got
Up against Villy, he's really not diddley squat until they head hurt

When it come to wreck, cruisers like them dudes
Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy
Been B-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the most when it's on it's on
Space ho's, coast to coast

You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to you?
Doom, have you lost your fucking mind?
Listen, I'm not gonna hand my show over to you
You know why? Because it's my show, mine, not yours

Space Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast
Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the keys to the show
Why don't you drive for awhile?
Yeah, America's craving some Doom, here you go

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Rule - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Rule
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Chris Hughes, Roland Orzabal, A M M Rogers, J C Olivier, S J Barnes, Nasir Jones, Ian Stanley

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo

Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success

With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal'
I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign
Like the darker you are the realer your problems

I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin'
On this life mission, never know what's next
Ancient kings from Egypt up to Julius Cesar
Had a piece of the globe, every continent

Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanistan
Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's
Call a truce, world peace, stop actin' like savages

No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct
But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin'
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we must stop the killin'
Tell me why we die, we all God's children

All this hate can't last forever
(Uh, c'mon)
It's time that we stand together
(Yeah, for the world)
Everybody wants to rule the world
(What, what, what, what, what, c'mon)

World
(Peace)
World
(Peace)
World
(Peace)
World

Yo, there's brothers on the block, posted up like they own it
That's they corner, from New York to California, got blocks locked down
Like, "Dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town"
So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes to prison

At an early age, already know it's against him
So in order for him to survive, one day he must
Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise
'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity

Look at what this country's got, there shouldn't be nobody homeless
How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet
The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone
To all colors increases, to home it belongs

I want land, mansions, banks and gold
The diamonds in Africa, oil in my control
The world's natural resources, all it's residuals
But then comes foes, I have to guard it with missels

And I become the most wanted
But is it worth hearin' a million people problems
And followed by Secret Service
I guess attempts at my life with loaded barrels
So move over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel, yo

All this hate can't last forever
(Uh, c'mon)
It's time that we stand together
(Yeah, for the world)
Everybody wants to rule the world
(What, what, what, what, what, c'mon)

World
(Peace)
World
(Peace)
World
(Peace)
World

Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time
No other compares to what Nas write down
Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours
You could get what you love, be a chain in cause

You alive right now
There's so many that's dead or locked up inside
The beast, I'm a hot light now
It's whatever man think of manifest to the real

The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals
All this hate can't forever last
All my ghetto heroes in Heaven
It's like you right here and never passed
You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again
Hopin' I reach the world leaders and win

Ain't nothin' without struggle, listen up it's critical
We used to fear arms, now the weapons are chemical
In hip-hop, the weapons are lyrical
To be the best you challenge the best, then the blessings are spiritual

Top of the world for the kid and unless
Any rapper's head off his shoulders no contest
I know the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me
You scared of a mirror, my theory is that, knowledge is power
To every projects and every street corner, we gotta get out of this now

All this hate can't last forever
It's time that we stand together
Everybody wants to rule the world
(World)

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