Made To Measure - Lyrics - My Ruin

Title: Made To Measure
Artist: My Ruin
Composer(s): Beth Tairrie, Meghan Michael Murphy, Benzaken Yael

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Lyric:
I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now

You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep runnin' your mouth off but
You can kiss my *

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

I got the curves to fear
I got the words to feel
And when I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal

You don't have to be sorry
You don't have to be saved
You just need to be proud
Of the body that God gave

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Listen to me, say, yeah
I'm so fat, I'm * up
I'm so skinny, I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines

Talkin' that bull*, I'm not fat, they're * up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just so tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bull*

I was born like this, with eyes like this
Teeth like this, and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
When I die, I'll die like this, now

You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your *

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Let me hear you say, yeah
You're so fat, you're * up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines

Talking that bull*, you're not fat, they're * up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bull*

Now what?, Now what?, Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see us?
Now what?, Now what? Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see me?

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Nothing Is Everything - Lyrics - Dogwood

Title: Nothing Is Everything
Artist: Dogwood
Composer(s): Joshua Kemble, Sean O'Donnell

Lyric:
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?

Further instructions will come in a dream
Brain will revolt as the villagers scream
Leaders assemble and gamble for rank

All that was right is now wrong
This means everything to you
Nothing means everything to you

Tables of measure have overruled fate
You like to bargain to settle debate
We supply choices for few to resolve

A lesson to learn in us all
This means everything to you
Nothing means everything to you

Is it the wisest choice you made?
What a tragic game you played
It was your equivalent to become
Someone you could not be

What were their last words
It's all downhill from here
This one will be the last one there trust

This time there's no time
This time there's no time

Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?

Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?

Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?
Is it the wisest choice you made?

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Network News - Lyrics - Robert Plant

Title: Network News
Artist: Robert Plant
Composer(s): Chris Blackwell, Robert Plant

Lyric:
Guns, death and noise
Sand, oil and blood
Frontiers drawn on paper
No consideration made for

The poor creature who is living
By the grace of God, just living
He's live on network news
Live on network news

Flags, princes, kings and patriotic tools
As freedom lies in twisted heaps
Whose final breath his soul to keep

Whose greatest foe, the endless sleep
Whose dying wish to reach next week
A bloody star on network news
A bloody star on network news

Oh yeah, no
Oh yeah

Tanks, boats and planes
Fire, pain and lies
Environmental terrorists
Tease propaganda's paper fist

Whose trade is all the truth that fits
Who often lies but never sits
But on the fence, it's network news
Yes, on the fence, it's network news

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Oil, oil, oil, oil
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Oil, oil, oil, oil

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

The lion and the serpent parade out in the sun
All order, flex and gesture
All hail the techno, infidel has come
With satellite bravado, infra-red texture

Beyond these days in time to come
Whose fate is it to measure
Upon these sands, such damage done
To spoil God's finest treasure

Oh, beyond these days in time to come
Whose fate is it to measure
Upon these sands, such damage done
To spoil God's finest treasure

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Oil, oil, oil, oil
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Beyond these days in time to come
Oh, whose fate is it to measure
Beyond these days in time to come
Who, oh, who is it to measure, oh

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Guns, death and noise
Sand, oil and blood
Guns, death and noise
Sand, oil and blood

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Come Back To The Streets - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Come Back To The Streets
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson

Lyric:
Come back to the streets
Come back to the streets
Come back to, come back to
Come back to the streets, Chamillionaire

Even when I'm not there and I'm here like air
Fresh off the plane from Spain and uh
Back to playin' the rap game, it's yours truly
Come on, say it with me, Chamillitary mayne

You should worry 'bout you while you worry 'bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin' my key
Come back to the streets, come back to the streets

Had to make a couple trips to the islands
Now I'm internationally known
Had to make another switch with
My provider got the international phone

Had to add a little bit to the rider
First class have I asked to be flown
And they keep callin' me
Tellin' me get back in your zone

These boys is cartoon characters
Too much imagination
Just a little too much animation from the maker
They know Cham can erase them

Traveled all over the world
And my experience is
Y'all experience less
Y'all ain't experienced shit

I grabbed the Grammy, I hold the one
Got plenty strikes, way more than some
Hush your mouth, please hold your tongue
No obstacle could ever slow my run

When it come to rappin' I'm the coldest one
Put my hand in the air and I froze the sun
Got the platinum plaque, not the golden one
And I look at y'all like I told ya, uh

Been a boss, win them cars
Pull up I bet ya that menopause
Yea menopause like women drawers
Yea I bet I show ya how to kill that noise

Phantom of the opera pass 'em by your copper
In the new Phantom, Phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad 'cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad 'cuz you are not, uh

They say it's got to be street, they say it's got to be street
Don't go commercial Koopa, it's got to be street
Major label ain't the only thing universal about me
Come back to the streets, come back to the streets

And gimmick rappers they focus
Most of these jokers is chokers
But I don't even play poker
Pull 'em down your cheesy lookin' posters

They look up to me like a bird
I look down on 'em like the curb
My movement lookin' like it's movin'
Your movement look like a

They callin' me, come back to the streets
They callin' me, they callin' me
They callin' me, come back to the streets
They callin' me, they callin' me, they

You should worry 'bout you while you worry 'bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin' my key
Come back to the streets, come back to the streets

Yea, the life I live is just like a movie
Every corporation, they tryin' sue me
Phony people be tryin' glue me
Till they side they try stick it to me

Lucky for me I got the tooley
Not black and decker but its black I bet ya
Stay in the streets, do that for pleasure
So much paper they ask to measure

When the ruler or stackin' moula
Is speakin' to ya don't interrupt
Middle finger up on the ceiling
Somebody gon' eff you up

Don't let the black tux fool ya
'Cuz I am not the one
I come out the suit like Clark Kent
To make sure your done

Rappers ain't real
Rappers they fakers and frontas
They Caucasian in the winter
Then turn Jamaican in the summer

Flippin' with Pitman and Straw
You know they ain't just some gunnaz
Personal trainers that'll brang a couple thangs
And make you a runner

Gotta like the producers that made this track
The producers who made ya stacks
Some of you losers need to face the facts
Put up the deuce the ace is back

Take out the rappers you think are whack
Put Chamillitary in place of that
Watch how I erase 'em and take the plaques
Then I unloosen a case of bang bang

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Absolutely Not - Lyrics - Deborah Cox

Title: Absolutely Not
Artist: Deborah Cox
Composer(s): Eric Johnson, James Glasco, Eric Jones, Ahmad Russell, Chris Jennings, Tiffany Palmer

Lyric:
Always waitin' for someone
To make me happy, pick me up
I realize that someone is me
What you call life, that ain't livin'

Bless the child that's got his own
It's my season, now I stand alone
Just thought that I would let you know
Some things you just can't control

Should I wear my hair in a ponytail?
Should I dress myself up in Chanel?
Do I measure me by what you think?
Absolutely not, absolutely not

If I go to work in a mini-skirt
Am I givin' you the right to flirt?
I won't compromise my point of view
Absolutely not, absolutely not

Told myself I won't complain
But some things have got to change
Not gon' be a victim of
All your social push and shove

Right or wrong, you judge the same
My picture never fit your frame
What you thought, you'll never know
You can't see me with your mind closed

Should I wear my hair in a ponytail?
Should I dress myself up in Chanel?
Do I measure me by what you think?
Absolutely not, absolutely not

If I go to work in a mini-skirt
Am I givin' you the right to flirt?
I won't compromise my point of view
Absolutely not

Now I see, that life means more to me
More than fancy clothes, more than you'll ever know
All the ugly words that I heard you say
Made me stronger everyday
Now I live my life for me

Go to work in a mini-skirt
Am I givin' you the right to flirt?
I won't compromise my point of view
Absolutely, absolutely not

Should I wear my hair in a ponytail?
Should I dress myself up in Chanel?
Do I measure me by what you think?
Absolutely not, absolutely not

If I go to work in a mini-skirt
Am I givin' you the right to flirt?
I won't compromise my point of view
Absolutely not, absolutely not

Should I wear my hair in a ponytail?
Should I dress myself up in Chanel?
Do I measure me by what you think?
Absolutely not

All my ladies say
Oh, ooh
Woah, oh, ooh
All my people say
Oh, ooh
Woah, oh, ooh

All my ladies say
Oh, ooh
Woah, oh, ooh
Everybody says
Oh, ooh
Woah, oh, ooh
Absolutely not

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Three The Hard Way - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Three The Hard Way
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Altorre Randolph, David Walker, Jermaine Dupri, David Blake

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Lyric:
See Quick, I told you man, once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh

And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time, I think niggaz been taking so so Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich
And y'all niggaz broke

Y'all got one chance to flow, I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth, I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long as the Olajuwon

Rock mine, a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanna get, uh, oh, here he is now
Dot to the O caughted, blow your shit down
Dot to the C, you're feelin' me now?

Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt

And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight, flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggaz say, "What we don't give a fuck?

B-boy style, hot like tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
Microphone and rock it please

I'm make y'all niggaz feel the heat homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel

Lay your shit down, clown, I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz just like JFK

For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh, you too type thug niggaz, you'll be so called

Frump niggaz, yo, I got no love, niggaz
Expect the worse, yo, check it, can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
Niggaz don't want it but they think they do
And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?

You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
Well, I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on, I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz, we lock the street corners

You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
Well, I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on, I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz, we lock the street corners

Well it come again, the Timbaland lacer
You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr. Antarctic

Watch an artist, move regardless of the chartless
Cock your automatic
So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this, uh, like this niggaz from the bricks and uh

You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers, O to the S to the y'all damned
O to the D to the E F uck you 'cause we buck you
Y'all niggaz can't touch us

Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust, all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of dangerous

Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , oh, Lord
Getting down one more time
For making motherfuckers, who out on the run

I gotta get mine daily, can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes

I goes to the extremity blind with weed and Hennessey
I know you niggaz don't remember me
Got the flow poetic and I stay diamond setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past

Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
Motherfucker where's your focus at?
JD, my mellow my ace, get on the mic and come rock, please

Nigga, I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in coming out, if you ain't gonna shine
That's why I am like I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real, we keep it rich

Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin' busier
I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier

The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks, just continue to speed, stay in the lead
Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?

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What Did I Do - Lyrics - Aaron Neville

Title: What Did I Do
Artist: Aaron Neville
Composer(s): James Dean Hicks, Jamie Houston, Andy Goldmark

Lyric:
Unbelievable, describes your smile so sweet
Inconceivable, that you're a part of me
Innocent look in your eyes
Love without compromise for me
It's a mystery

What did I do to deserve you?
Only God's hands could have made you and brought this dream to life
Always swore that I, I would never fall
I guess miracles happen after all, what did I do to deserve you? Oh yeah

Unconventional, describes my love for you
Unconditional, 'cause there's nothing I won't do
I pray as this feeling grows
That you always touch the heart and soul of me
It's a mystery

What did I do to deserve you?
Only God's hands could have made you and brought this dream to life
Always swore that I, I would never fall
I guess miracles happen after all, what did I do to deserve you?

I've waited all my life to hold such a treasure
What is this feeling worth, there is no measure
What can I do, tell me babe

What did I do to deserve you?
Only God's hands could have made you and brought this dream to life
Always swore that I, I would never fall
I guess miracles happen after all, what did I do to deserve you?
To deserve you

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This Woman - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: This Woman
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): A Galuten, B Gibb

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Lyric:
Well, she walks like you in so many ways
It's a different look, it's a different time of day
One look in her eyes, how can I make you understand
She's the one good thing that's happened in so many years?

There's been so many tears when we lost the dream
And the winter came and you said goodbye
And I don't want another reason to cry

You be all you wanna be, you got the longest night
Baby, be alone I share my dream with someone else
I don't wanna talk about her

This woman, she's tearing my world apart
This woman, don't know what she's doing
This woman, touchs me and I lose control
She's living inside my soul

This woman, I don't even know her name
This woman, don't know what she's doing
This woman goes through me like a hurricane
Falling in love again

To make those long legs mine is all I care about
She's got so much to give I got to be the one
I got to have someone to hold, I got to make it with that woman
When the nights get hot and she goes walking by
And the city lights, and the city lights they make you blind

I go insane but am I crazy if she feels the same
You believe what you believe, you got the darkest night
Baby, be alone I take my love to someone else
She was made to measure for me

You be all you wanna be, you got the longest night
Baby , be alone I share my dream with someone else
I don't wanna talk about her

This woman, she's tearing my world apart
This woman, don't know what she's doing
This woman, touchs me and I lose control
She's living inside my soul

This woman, I don't even know her name
This woman don't know what she's doing
This woman goes through me like a hurricane
Falling in love again

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Diamond - Lyrics - All The Time In The World - Jump5

Title: Diamond
Album: All The Time In The World
Artist: Jump5
Composer(s): Dan Muckala, Steve Siler

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Lyric:
Ohh
(Ohh)
Ohh
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh
Ohh

Every time I turn the T.V. on
See another pretty face on the screen
Feels like I'm not good enough
To be on the cover of a magazine

(Turn around)
I look in the mirror
And I wonder if I'll ever measure up
All I want is someone to make it clearer
Am I ever gonna find the perfect love?

Then You break through the madness
And You tell me how it is

You're a diamond that shines
One of a kind
A shimmering radiant star
You're a flower in the rain
Wonderfully made
To shine like the sun
You're a diamond
(You're a diamond)
(You're a diamond)

Friends try and tell me just loose up a little
Gonna scare the good ones away
Get a look with a hook that's fundamental
Come on girl, you gotta get into the game

Something deep inside of me says
Are you sure that you really want to play?
Gotta trust your heart, and not your head
Instead of buyin' into the masquerade

I'm not some decoration
So won't You tell me how it ends?

You're a diamond that shines
One of a kind
A shimmering radiant star
You're a flower in the rain
Wonderfully made
To shine like the sun
You're a diamond

Don't matter if they tell you how to live
(It don't matter)
Don't matter if they try and mold you
(What they tell you)
Don't matter if they say what beautiful is
(I'm not gonna let you tell me)
You're a diamond
'Cause He already showed you

You're a diamond
Diamond
You're a diamond
Diamond
Shimmering radiant star

You're a diamond that shines
One of a kind
A shimmering radiant star
You're a flower in the rain
Wonderfully made
To shine like the sun
You're a diamond

You're a diamond that shines
One of a kind
A shimmering radiant star
You're a flower in the rain
Wonderfully made
To shine like the sun
You're a diamond

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Rocky Road - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Rocky Road
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Devin C Copeland, Nathan Perez, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Uhh, what part of the voyage is this?
Friendship and business don't mix
With anyone else it's just business
With friends I'm personally pissed

Is this a curse or a gift?
Guess I was blessed with my wish
Don't tell me that you feel my pain
Then I sayin? it's best that we switch

You take the fortune and fame
And see if it's what you expected
Take the money and change
And be careful where you invest it

Just take the test and don't stress it
You get stopped by a detective
Tryin' to get in your personal life
Gotta do your best to protect it

The answer rest in the message
When I go, I go in a blaze
But it won?t be no captain savin'
'Cause where I'm goin' you?re saved

Tryin' to rain down on my parade
Till that umbrella get raised
They thinkin' that they can read me
When they ain't no where my page

Tryin' to keep a smile on my face
Even at times when I engage
In business conversations
With people I know are snakes

If life is a piece of cake
Part of the icin' is venom
Spend a life time tryin' to bring me down
But I just ain't gonna let 'em, you better tell ?em

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Uhh, I'm back and forth and I'm pacin'
Bein' more patient than patience
Tryin' to wait for the good news to show up
But I'm unfortunately waitin'

Gotta be group participation
If it's in the course that we makin'
I was unfortunately done
She was unfortunately fakin'

But the only sexual spark
Is the spark he got for the doe'
They say till death do us part
But that part is where she says no

There are too many emotions
Emotions like pins and needles
Actin' like emotions are evil
Like showin' love is illegal

I thought that it was a eagle
But I seen this vulture before
He thinks this is were I'll stop
'Cause he sees that I'm walkin' slow

But no, I think you should know
That soon as I get where I go
You'll remember the fact
That I had a purpose fo'sho

I hope you know where you?re goin'
I hope you know that today
On the side of the road
You gon' see a whole lotta snakes

When the bad weather comes
To rain down on your parade
Just raise up your umbrella
And try to keep goin' straight

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

This road has many curves
Many bumps and potholes
It can even take you through a loop
If you ain't got your s*** together

Unpredictable weather could leave you
Dehydrated, frost bitten, washed away, or either
Ran over by heavy traffic, watch where you roam
'Cause it's a challenge just tryin' to make it home

But still I walk, I keep my pace, I keep my stride
Would hitch hike but there's too much pride
I must find a narrow path so I can walk and laugh out loud
Cry and sing without bein' judged by the crowd

Maybe some day I could just fly away
But for now I'll just beat my feet
And get there someway somehow

And mile, after mile, after mile I'll smile
Keepin' my head up even though rains pourin' down
And the road gets rough and the journey is long
I might get tired but I must move on

The rain is fallin' and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll
The rainfall is really takin' a toll
On my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul

The rain's fallin' but I'm keepin' a hold
On the life 'cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know, know, I know, know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Most of our heroes are locked up, diseased or deceased
We can never really remorse until somebody restin' in peace
We measure the best by success and ain't impressed by nothin' less
Only time we say we wanna change is when we ain't got no change left

Only time we call on God is when is nobody else to call
Keep stumblin' over the same road block that just made ya fall
We always gotta wait till somethin' happen before we start reactin'
We at war with ourselves, how much longer are we gonna be attackin'?

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When I Loved Her - Lyrics - Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72 - Kris Kristofferson

Title: When I Loved Her
Album: Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Well, she didn't look as pretty as some others I have known
And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone
But she had a way of making me believe that I belonged
And it felt like coming home, when I found her

'Cause she seemed to be so proud of me just walking holding hands
And she didn't think that money was the measure of a man
And we seemed to fit together when I held her in my arms
And it left me feelin' warm, when I loved her

'Cause she brightened up the day like the early morning sun
And she made what I was doin' seem worth while
It's the closest thing to living that I guess I've ever known
And it made me wanna smile, when I loved her

I know some of us were born to cast our fortune to the winds
And I guess, I'm bound to travel down a road that never ends
But I know I'll never look upon the likes of her again
And I'll never understand why I lost her

'Cause she brightened up the day like the early morning sun
And she made what I was doin' seem worth while
It's the closest thing to living that I guess I've ever known
And it made me wanna smile, when I loved her

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Baseball Cap - Lyrics - Reverence - Faithless

Title: Baseball Cap
Album: Reverence
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Ayalah Bentovim, Maxi Jazz

Lyric:
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor
I think I took a bruise to my jaw
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four
I never see my hat no more

Oh, smash. there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back

Fourteen years old and hard to the core
I'm walking home making plans for war
My hands was cut, my uncle says, "What's up?
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees
Your still alive son, please take it easy"

"Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing
But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing
Scuffling in the street is no way to die
And I don't want to have to meet your Mama's eye
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap
Of making war over a baseball cap"

Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back

I sat back, had a few uncle [incomprehensible] to drink
I had little cry, my eyes started to blink
'Cause what occurred from his words to me
Sounds absurd, but I had the love in his voice to me
I made choice, it was like snap
What's a cap when I got something real like that?
I can measure it, treasure it and have my leisure
Sit down with those who mean most to me

The baseball cap was a ghost, this real to me
?You got steel son? my uncle's talking
"Take the champion to walk and keep walking
Drink your drink, let the words sink in
Say goodnight to your Ma and think again"
So I took my fourteen years up to bed
Everything he said taking root in my head
I said, ?All my tears and let my fourteen years [incomprehensible]?

Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back

Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap
It's gone, gone, gone, gone
I can't get it back

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Ghetto Love - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Ghetto Love
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): C Ridenhour, B Wright, H Shocklee, El Debarge, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
I had some problems that no one could seem to solve them
But you had the answer you told me to take a chance
And learn the ways of love, my baby and all that it has to offer
You told me your secret love won't let you down, oh, all my love baby

Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change between you and your boo
Put a hold on me ever since I held you
What compelled you to be my nigga besides passion and love
You ran up on a real bitch with understandin' and trust

Fuck the others, none of them compare to us
And under covers you my muthafucka nigga
When you stickin' my stuff
You laid pipe unlike any other plumber

Took me shoppin' all day and at night, you kept me cummin'
Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks and chop weights
Caught a case, 'cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much
And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch

But as the days keep passin', keep it actin' with stacks of letters
Hit you so you don't forget us when you'd rather not be livin' in the cella
Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
But they can keep pacin', 'cuz I'm gonna be waitin' on my baby

And all this love, is waitin' for you
My baby, sweet darlin'
And all this love is waitin' for you
Don't worry bout a thin, nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, I'ma be around

Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word
That you was soft, braggin' he collectin' your cheese
And pissin' me to fuck off, the first thought of committin' a felony never left
I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L

Just the little things you do with the bigger ones
I saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers
Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you
Keep the business runnin', droppin' off keys in Cancun

Cash rules and you remain to be the king of my throne
Position taken, flippin' calender pages till you get home
Wanna blast your boy for snatchin' up my happiness
But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation, if I'm incarcerated

Two you can make it through, we bail on the jealous
Who tell us the opposite of that, forever you and Brat
I tried to take the blame, but you preferred to handle my fame
So I'm waitin' with open arms to rekindle the flame

And all this love, is waitin' for you
My baby, sweet darlin'
And all this love is waitin' for you
Don't worry 'bout a thin', nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, I'ma be around

And all this love, is waitin' for you
My baby, sweet darlin'
And all this love is waitin' for you
Don't worry 'bout a thin', nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, I'ma be around

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Wu Banga 101 - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: Wu Banga 101
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Gary Grice, J Hunter, R Bean, D Hill, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Back, back, back, back

Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo a monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level

Uh-huh yeah yo check it yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit

Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow
Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you

Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
Alcatraz cats roll out fast

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at
Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand Cappa

Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue
Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through
That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop
Y'all have a nice day

Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
His remarkable armor is supreme

Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot
Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest

Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick

Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back, back

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Fallen Soldiers - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Fallen Soldiers
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Cory Mckay, Alan Maman, Elia

Lyric:
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

How can I express the sorrow I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, he can rest with honor
'Cuz he was reppin' on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown with someone into measure powder

I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breath with a pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends

Still remember you, beefin' over bullshit
Calls at basketball games cheatin'
Yo, my cipher ain't complete
I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelth street over a sale
Knowing well that you was seekin' dough as well

What we made up the same night
Through the years remained tight
The same love same drugs rockin' the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin' your name right, yo

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

To my cousin Bam
You my fuckin' man, I find it hard to understand
You gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace

Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
If I start cryin' when I rhyme I can't help it

Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
Even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin' cartoons, shootin' play guns
Who ever thought we see this day come

Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her younger child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin' wild
Y'all gone now, but livin' in my memory
Fallen soldiers, sleepin' in serenity

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
I know you chillin' with my nigga
Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, stealin' your G's
Screamin' Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me

I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
The same old thing, except there ain't no pain
Your brother havoc doing his thing, yo for real

It's all good in the hood, the escalade with the wood-grain
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
Whether holdin' heat, or in it for cash

Some of y'all led sinister paths, some are pure like
Dominican raw, knockin' on heaven's door
The only thing you ever ran from alive is law
I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessey we pour

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas, my niggas

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If You Don'T Come Back To Me - Lyrics - Alison Moyet

Title: If You Don'T Come Back To Me
Artist: Alison Moyet
Composer(s): P Glenister, Alison Moyet

Lyric:
If you don't come back to me
You'll have saved me goodbyes
My escape would be neat
Won't lose a minute's sleep
Recovering what we made and meant not to keep

Life is sweet
Can it fail to astound me?
How it surrounds me
And I won't steal to breathe
If you never came back to me

If you don't come back to me
I won't measure by you every man that I see
When next by chance we meet
I'll pass you by and not care if you're watching me

Life is sweet
How it spins me around?
Something's lost, something's found
And I won't hit the ground
If you never came back to me

Can it fail to astound me?
How it surrounds me
And I won't steal to breathe
If you never came back to me

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Ghetto D - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ghetto D
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

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Lyric:
Imagine substitutin' crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it
(There it is right there)
For all you players, hustlers, ballers
And even you smokers
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghetto dope, No Limit Records
Part of the tobacco, firearms
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
And Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this

Let me give a shot out to the D Boys
(Drug dealers)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggaz
That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime but I rides and pay the rent

Professional crack slanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

Waitin' on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin' order too big
And makin' crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long

Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town
But fuck that I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine

One, look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until it bubble up and get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin' top
And now ya cocaine powder is crack
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Nigga I hope you strapped 'cause you might get jacked

Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
Ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghetto dope, ghetto dope

My phone rang I picked it up
I need some weight
What you need?
Silkk 'bout a coupla K

I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours, I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun
And went an smacked Cain and Abel
You probably catch me choppin' ki's
Choppin' ki's up on my mom's table

I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want y'all but naked
While you cookin' up my dope
I told y'all we some Tru G's
See me and P and C

[Incomprehensible] with Uzi's
[Incomprehensible] up two ki's
There would be twenty-four oz's a piece
'Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me

Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin' yo ass like bail

First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
See when I bust niggaz guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much

Thinkin' short like I'm only seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam

And then playa hit yo block
And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the fuckin' spot
See I'm [Incomprehensible]
That's why I act like this

But I rides rims, them gold D's
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
I sold crack like this

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Nigga, Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackass and the dope fiends

Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it, bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin' it on the triple beam

Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin' to take other niggaz clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

One, never talk on the phone in ya house
Two, never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
Three, never fuck with snitches
'Cause niggaz that talk to the police is bitches

Four, keep a low key
And if you movin' weight treat yo'self to an Uzi
The first hit for free
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G

Five, never pay pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the American way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
'Cause legal money last longer than drug money

Make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
(Ghett, ghetto dope)

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)

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The Way He Was Raised - Lyrics - Everything Is Fine - Josh Turner

Title: The Way He Was Raised
Album: Everything Is Fine
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Mark Narmore, Bobby Tomberlin, Josh Turner

Lyric:
He always wore those worn out flip-flops
Spent hours in his daddy?s workshop
He loved being on the water
Fishin? with His friends

He always listened to the old folks
When they?d tell stories and crack jokes
Didn?t talk back to his mama
When she got onto Him

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
Had to finish all His chores ?fore He could go outside and play
They always went to church, that?s where He learned how to pray
And that?s just the way He was raised

He grew His hair out when He got older
Grew it clear down to His shoulders
Started hangin? with the outcasts
When He went off to town

Some called Him a troublemaker
Even some said a lawbreaker
No matter how they talked about Him
He never put nobody down

?Cause that?s just the way He was raised
When people start to gossip He?d just walk away
He always loved His neighbor no matter what they?d say
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

On a cross, on a hill
That long haired boy was killed
All our sins washed away
When He walked out of that grave

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
There?s no way we can measure the sacrifice He made
He knew He had to die for our debt to be paid
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

It took the hand of God to roll the stone away
And that?s just the way He was raised
Yeah, that?s just the way He was raised

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