Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth - Lyrics - Genius

Title: Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Basic instructions before leaving earth
The basic instructions before leaving earth
Basic instructions before leaving earth

Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doin' right but I was trapped in Hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes an' tears
Years of fears but yo, my foes couldn't bear

I searched for the truth since my youth
An' went to church since birth but it wasn't worth the loot
That I was payin', plus the prayin'
I didn't like stayin' 'coz of busy bodies an' dizzy hotties

That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin' at loot, butt an' thighs
Durin' the service, he swallowed up the poor
An' after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor

But I ignored an' explored my history that was untold
An' watched mysteries unfold
An' dropped a jewel like Solomon but never followed men
'Coz if you do, your brain is more hollow

Than space oblivia or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb, blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
An' from the caves he crept from behind
An' what he gave was the sect of the swine

When the Bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban but now we're in the urban
No more wearin' beanies an' dress like a genie

No hocus pocus 'coz I focus on the facts
An' put it on the tracks an' brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
An' too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme

I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home or sell books by the market
Need to chill an' get their mind revived

For years religion did nothing but divide
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth

Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth

I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
An' open Bibles instead of hopin' on revivals
Calling on His name an' screamin', ?Hallelujah?
When He hardly knew ya, that's how the Devil's fooled ya

See, look into my eyes, brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to Heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the Bible, I embrace
A difficult task I had to take

I studied 'til my eyes was swollen an' only arose when
I found out that we were The Chosen
I deal with the truth an' build with the youth
An' teach my son as he kneels on the stoop

Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
An' women with wicked minds, who build picket signs
To legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion
I quiz son with my wisdom

Before I converted, I was perverted an' knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I preferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam

The white image of Christ is really Cesare Borgia
An' uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The sixth of Rome an' once the picture was shown
That's how the Devil's tricked my dome

I prophesized to save a man but no one gave a damn
For my nation, the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles an' some are plungin' evils

So study an' be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew, Marcus

The basic instructions before leaving earth
Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first

The basic instructions before leaving earth
Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first

The basic instructions before leaving earth
Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first

The basic instructions before leaving earth
Life is a test, many quest the universe
An' through my research, I felt the joy an' the hurt
The first shall be last an' the last shall be first

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Man Research - Lyrics - Gorillaz

Title: Man Research
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
This is a breakfast club

Bring me coffee in the know
See the taffu on the send
I got sunshine, I got you, aae, yae, yae yae
I cannot hear nothing life can do
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

Bring me junkie in the love
He said nothing in the tongue
To kill the model from my door, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Must kill the model from my door

Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

To kill the model from my door, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Must kill the model from my door
From my door
From my door

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
...

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Man Research (Clapper) - Lyrics - Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Title: Man Research (Clapper)
Album: Gorillaz
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
This is a breakfast club

Bring me coffee in the know
See the taffu on the send
I got sunshine, I got you, aae, yae, yae yae
I cannot hear nothing life can do
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

Bring me junkie in the love
He said nothing in the tongue
To kill the model from my door, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Must kill the model from my door

Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
Yeah yeah yae
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

To kill the model from my door, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Must kill the model from my door
From my door
From my door

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
...

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Unit - Footprints - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Footprints
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Domenick Lamb, David Brown

Lyric:
Walk with me, ay if you hear me out there
Walk with me, I get down on my knees every night and say
Walk with me, yeah
Walk with me, I'm goin' to war, I'm goin' to war

You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin', old ladies get off the block
When the poppin' the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked

Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they know it's me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set

Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that

But I'ma just step back, and focus on buck
Tired of ridin' in yours, I'm 'bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get rich or die tryin'"
It's G Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin' niggaz

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God, don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

You don't know what I've been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all talk like a clip without a glock

When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin' wit'
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza

She's scratched my beema, but I ain't seen her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean her
We be playin' in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City hoes

They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze, as long as the check come
Then fuck the award shows, you know me nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you

My momma stay in the projects and I been havin' money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered lettin' 'em know where I come from

Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin' artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin' out the cartridge

I come to get it poppin', pray to God the news watchin'
So when they see 'em snitch, niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

I know you prayin' I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
Fifty told you niggaz, young buck showed you niggaz
Banks, free yayo
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'm here now

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I Ain'T Havin' That - Lyrics - Heltah Skeltah

Title: I Ain'T Havin' That
Artist: Heltah Skeltah
Composer(s): Jahmal Bush, Ronnie Duren, Kamaal Fareed, Jack N Mcnair, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Reggie Noble, Sean Du Val Price, Erick Sermon, Malik Izaak Taylor

Lyric:
They don't like us
Word up
They don't like us
They ain't gotta like us fuck them son

Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit b'out it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we been missin' you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical

I can't talk, now, read about it in the interview
(While y'all up in D&D)
I caught two and three stitches
I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel takin' pictures
In the mazda listenin' to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I wanted hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Aiyo, shit goes down
Time to throw down, show up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low down
Hold down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go round

Yo smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck up, probably cryin' hold down

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a joke
Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door
Act like you know now
We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in ya bitch, no doubt

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the Baja
Then turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Run before the rap when I was scrappin'

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I make it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the feds

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why? Why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say goodbye to mister nice guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit scorchin'

Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a make your teeth hurt
Word is bond Jovi B you wildin'
My dick don't stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

Son, niggaz tryin' ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
We could take it ol' school at 3, meet me in the back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Yo, yo, where ya at?
To all my peoples Hennessey passed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC keep it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door
(Now, we blow the spot)

Armed and dedicated semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin' that)

I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that

You don't got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still fire from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the coppers

Clock ya comin' from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the blind side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write that smoke, crack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin that)

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, you know they can't stand me
'Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's
They be killin' me, how they willingly be grillin' me

'Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me
Could it be my name or my big gold chain?
Now, when we in the airport on our way to soul train
I got niggaz on the West coast
(West side)

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all
Warned ya but y'all still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac, your breath smell like ass crack, fuck that

And when you know that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday

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Ordinary People - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Ordinary People
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
I am the image maker, I am the magic maker
I can turn the most ordinary man in the world into a star
To prove my point, I am going to find the most
Mundane little man and turn him into celebrity
Hmm, this looks like a suitably uninteresting house
I wonder if there's anybody here with enough star quality

It's like another world, being here with you
It's quite a trip for me, so this is reality
I'm studying every movement, I'm trying to learn the part
Now I want you to be natural, just relax and be as you are
'Cos it's all for art, I want to observe the ordinary people

Tomorrow I shall become Norman
I shall go to his office, mix with his workmates
And if they ask any questions
I shall say, "I'm doing research for one of my songs"

Norman and I are changing places
And I'm going to make him a star
So I'm throwing away my stage suit and I'm packing away my guitar
For the sake of art, I'm gonna mix with the ordinary people

God, these pajamas are awful
Awful! Well all I can say is, "My Norman wears them every night"
Alright, no sacrifice is too great for art

The things I've done for music
The things I've done for art
So I'll make these sacrifices and I'll take it like a star
For the sake of art, I will mix with the ordinary people

You'd better come to bed darling
Comin', you'll never get up for work in the morning
Ooh, yeah

I'm making observations and character simulations
I'll mix with his friends and relations and he'll be a part of me
He's changing places with Norman to get background for his songs

I'm immortalizing his life
And I'll even sleep with his wife
For the sake of art
I'll go to bed like the ordinary people

Turn out the light
Turn out the light

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Let’s Go - Lyrics - Desire - Pharoahe Monch

Title: Let’s Go
Album: Desire
Artist: Pharoahe Monch
Composer(s): C Cross, Troy Donald Jamerson

Lyric:
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go

My rhymes pop like them nines
That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster shine
My shit busts like Busta Rhymes
Sniffin' lines of coke, that's all she wrote

On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk ass MC's be as queer as folk
Talkin' about, ?Nigga can rap?, no shit, Sherlock
Y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch

I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid
And any line of mine is criminal mind
And I blind 'er with original rhyme shit
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with

Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Do you need to be reminded now?
Stick 'em up, it's that, get 'em up, it's that
Put 'em up, it's that, let's go

Get up, how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Let's go, line 'em up, light it up
Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go

They research my stem cells, clone ten of me
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from havin' verbal epiphanies
Now that's new definition to 'Your Own Worst Enemy'

I glisten man, stop snitchin' man
You use sex to sell, bring your Nextel to Sprint
Everythin' you represent is immoral
Singular, not plural

You and your sidekick get rid of that whack trio
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose to the heat of produce

From Long Beach to Boston
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication, let's go

Get up, how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Let's go, line 'em up, light it up
Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go

Show them how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah
Show them how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Pharoahe Monch blows shows
M O N C H, M O N C H
Y?all know the name, let?s go
Hallelujah, Pharoahe marchin' to ya
The M O N C H, y'all know the name

Let's go, line it up, light it up
Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood

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Legend Of The Liquid Sword - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Legend Of The Liquid Sword
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): J Burks, Gary Grice

Lyric:
Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll?
For the grip tells told and rap scrolls
Perfect pitch for language that's built within
Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen
Meanin' when MC's came, to live out the name
They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain
Far removed from this hip hop life, off course
But the confidence and resilience was never lost

In the think thank and research lab, I laid tracks
Seen work rule my life but it never broke my back
Destiny forever shake from the events to come
From the father and the chemical contents of the sun
A solid gold figure with a verse that glitters
Until the platinum beat comes increasingly bitter

They joined in a likely alliance with the rest
Schemin' with unsuccessful in a zealous quest
We all see, with a degree of certainty
Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the curtains be
They hunt, for the skin, flesh, the blood, and bones
In front, want to impress with studded stones

Now who's the man who brought you the legend of the liquid swords?
Rap critics say 'Damn' you're sick with yours'
4th chamber and the shadowboxin' too
That nigga be the GZA from Wu
And if you don't know
About the piroclastic flow
Hotter than the spark that made it blow
You better recognize, recognize

Why U-N-I-verse run like clock works forever?
Words pulled together, sudden change in the weather
The nature and the scale of events don't make sense
A storm with no warnin' you're drawn in, environments
Gravity that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debris
Moving at colossal speeds, they crush an MC

Since this rap region is heavily packed with stars
Internal mirror in the telescope, noticed the Czar
From far away, they blink as the lightnin' strolled
Great distance of space between precise globes
That travel in a circle of order
Like the tape in your cassette recorder
Filled with cult for slaughter
Meaning the contracts manifestly work

The hitman for hire, weapon in his hand he lurks
In spite of the strange appearance he laid a clearance
On his target through a crowded market no interference
The microphone left on the scene without a serial
Evidence consistent with organic material
Surprisingly, as we marched lively with great size and degree
Till it spread widely

Now who's the man who brought you the legend of the liquid swords?
Rap critics say 'Damn' you're sick with yours'
4th chamber and the shadowboxin' too
That nigga be the GZA from Wu
And if you don't know
About the piroclastic flow
Hotter than the spark that made it blow
You better recognize, recognize

Yeah, yeah, GZA, yeah

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Me Against Myself - Lyrics - Me Against Myself - Jay Sean

Title: Me Against Myself
Album: Me Against Myself
Artist: Jay Sean
Composer(s): Amit Bajaj, Veronica Metha, Kamaljit Singh Jhooti

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Lyric:
Jay Sean versus Jay Sean
Me against myself
And there ain't no chorus
So just listen
Mentor

Oh, girl, you look so beautiful
With that moonlight shining on you
I wanna hold you
I wanna touch you and squeeze you
And love you all night long, oh, baby girl

Yo I've heard it before, so save all the cliches
I really can't believe there's no talent around these days
Jay Sean with the same old shit
Talking about baby girl that and baby girl this

I seen you dancing around with the girl in your vid
Pouting at the camera, smiling with the cheesiest grin
What the deal? Whatever happened to keeping it real?
Back in the day when you was rapping, before the time of your deal

And now you got signed, well, it's all clear and it's simple
You're only making music that you pretend that you're into
Come on dance with you was never a hit fool
And what the hell is taking you so long with your next single?
(Fix up)

Fix up? It's been about six months
And insults are everywhere
Even your own fans think your shit sucks
(I don't like Jay Sean)
And I know you pretend to ignore it
It's gotta hurt when you're even getting dissed on your own forum

Yeah, I've done my research back when you started for
Back when people thought you was the genuine article
Genuine my ass, you're just a wack imitation
The only thing different about you is the fact that you're Asian

Well, I guess it must've helped a bit
The fact that everything that has an Asian twist
Including music, I guess we're calling it
I'm surprised that Simon Cowell hasn't thought of it

And there's issues that I find myself being faced with
Being pigeon holed and accused of imitating
It's a struggle and it's so frustrating
Telling me I'm tryna be the Asian Craig David

And I bet that just had you in tears
Wasn't that the reason you ended up shaving your beard?
I guess you couldn't take the way people would mock that
So it was off with the jaw line and goodbye to the sock hat

But you still a bit of style with the fastest singing
On verse two of 'Dance with you'
Now you wonder why they couldn't slander you

Well, you say you done your research, baby
You didn't look hard enough, it needs updating
If you think that I'm copying Craig
Listen to my 1994 demo tape
I was fast rapping and singing back in the day
Back in the fush niggas and Big L phase

Whatever, it seems you sold your soul to the game
You're a fake 'cause Jay Sean ain't even your name
So how'd you come up with that? It ain't unique after all
What are you? Like a cross between Jay-Z and Sean Paul?

You're better off with the name you was born
You little pansy you really should have been called gay porn
So which one's your lover? Rishi Rich or Juggy D?
Probably Rishi, he sees you as his bitch, doesn't he?

Wasn't he the one responsible for launching your career?
Like a while ago, I'm talking like well over a year
You were studying medicine then, but you quit that now
To do music, how the hell did you manage to flip that 'round?

And how'd you tell your parents
You know how shit that sounds
"Mummy Daddy, I want to be a pop star"
"Sit back down"

But never the less, I quit, went ahead and progressed
Had my eyes on my goal and wouldn't settle for less
What do you mean?

You only got where you are 'cause of a gimmick
The whole Indian thing was big and you were luckily in it
And don't be upset if people don't come to your shows
They're not allowed out 'cause half of your fans are eleven year olds
(Jay Sean)

Wow, big deal you got to number 12
I'm not surprised If your mum brought half of the copies herself
You know what I'm tired man, I'm sick, I'm bored of you
Run off, you little puppet, I hear Rishi Rich calling you

I guess you talk the talk but you were rapping for years
And it was me who got your foot in the door
It seems that your ego has been suffering blows
'Cause you only get heard when you guest appear on my shows

I'm not phased, if it wasn't for me
You wouldn't be on this track in the first place

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Nettie Moore - Lyrics - Modern Times - Bob Dylan

Title: Nettie Moore
Album: Modern Times
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track
Something's out of whack
Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail
Gonna leave a greasy trail

Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do
Then come back and see you
All I ever do is struggle and strive
I don't do anybody any harm
I might make it back home alive

I'm the oldest son of a crazy man
I'm in a cowboy band
Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide
I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby
If I knew, you was on the other side

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

Well, the world of research has gone berserk
Too much paperwork
Albert's in the graveyard, Frankie's raising hell
I'm beginning to believe what the Scriptures tell

I've gone where the Southern crosses The Yellow Dog
Get away from these demagogues
And these bad luck women stick like glue
It's either one or the other, or neither of the two

She says, "Look out, daddy
Don't want you to tear your pants
You could get wrecked in this dance"
They say, "Whiskey'll kill you but I don't think it will"
I'm ridin' with you to the top of the hill

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
Now the world has gone black before my eyes

Don't know why my baby never looked so good before
Don't have to wonder no more
She been cookin' all day, gonna take me all night
I can't eat all that stuff in a single bite

The judge's coming in, everybody rise
Lift up your eyes
You can do what you please, you don't need my advice
'Fore you call me any dirty names, you better think twice

Gettin' light outside, the temperature dropped
I think the rain has stopped
I'm gonna make you come to grips with fate
When I'm through with you
You'll learn to keep your business straight

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

The bright spark of the steady lights
Has dimmed my sights
When you're around me all my grief gives 'way
A lifetime with you is like some heavenly day

Everything I've ever known to be right
Has been proven wrong
I'll be drifting along
The woman, I'm loving she rules my heart
No knife could ever cut our love apart

Today I'll stand in faith and raise
The voice of praise
The sun is strong, I'm standing in the light
I wish to God that it were night

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one here left to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

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Space Monkey - Lyrics - Live On Tour - John Prine

Title: Space Monkey
Album: Live On Tour
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): Peter Case, John Prine

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Lyric:
Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?
Why it's dark as a dungeon, way up in the air

Come gather 'round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell
About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well
He was born at the top of a big old tree
Way back in 1953

He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes
Till they took him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose
They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow
Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go

Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?
Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air
There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home
Well, no hammer or sickle, you'll be on your own

He had plenty of Cuban bananas and loads of Spam
But he found great difficulty trying to open the can
One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control
It spun out of orbit and shot out the black hole

It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey years
That's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears

Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?
Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air
But there'll be no one to greet you when you get back home
No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on your own

Space monkey, space monkey, it's time to get real
The space race is over, how does it feel
Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron Curtain's torn down
They've rolled up the carpet in space monkey town

Now Leningrad is Petersburg and Petersburg's hell
For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell

The space monkey was reportedly last sighted about
A half a block off of Red Square
In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends

There was the dog that flew Sputnik
And a blind red-headed, one legged parrot
Who had done some minor research for Dow Chemical

They were drinking American Vodka
Imported all the way from Paducah, Kentucky
And reportedly had their arms around each other's shoulders singing
"Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end"

Space monkey, space monkey, there's nothing to do
But it's better than living in a Communist zoo
There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home
No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on you own

Space monkey

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Soup Is Good Food - Lyrics - Frankenchrist - Dead Kennedys

Title: Soup Is Good Food
Album: Frankenchrist
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Darren Eric Henley, Geoffrey V Lyall, Raymond John Pepperell

Lyric:
We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
And this is what you get for asking questions

The unions agree
Sacrifices must be made
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man
You've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you the human being are now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We're sorry, you'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped, you no longer exist

Your number's been purged
From our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? Unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We're sorry, we hate to interrupt
But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you and we wouldn't want that

I'm just doing my job, you know, so say uncle
And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind melting chemicals
Til' even the outside world looks great

In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

So they're dumped, with no minister present
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez!

We don't need you any more
We don't need you any more

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
(We don't need you any more)

We know how much you'd like to die
(We don't need you any more)
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
(We don't need you any more)
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
(We don't need you any more)
In the wonderful world we made just for you

"Poor rats", we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet, at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work

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Anarchy - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Anarchy
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Dominick Lamb, Darryle Sloan, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
What this world is comin' to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin' to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin' to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin' to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin' and wit' God on the street
Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here for?
We massacre the masses so therefore
Here's your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas
Stressed niggas
Hungry niggas
Yes, yes y'all

Hope my life motherfuckers pass the test y'all
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all
Shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all
Feel it in your guts and the burnin' in your chest y'all
Pushin' through just like a wild flood
With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood

My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influence ruler ship and earn another dollar quick
You need to do the philosophical research
Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin' belief in many Gods

I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive antisocial tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the Devil
Now let me ask y'all

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see?
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see?
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see?
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar

Yo, cold like the wind blown in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This means war, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
I'm a show you the major difference between a dream and reality nigga

Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit' my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gone lose
Tryin' to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live

Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry
Let's keep weavin' and magical methods of makin' money
So I'm a rep at my fullest, you can't spark me
And fight the hardest in this grim current state of Anarchy

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you?

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Nuclear Winter - Lyrics - Sodom

Title: Nuclear Winter
Artist: Sodom
Composer(s): Christian Dudek, Frank Gosdzik, Thomas Such

Lyric:
Nuclear winter

Run up the spiral staircase to annihilation
Deserted, neglected into the dark
Devitalized souls cripple the planet in greed
Proceed until we are absorbed in blood

Causing the premature burial of nature
With the spark to a powder keg
Pining up their toys on the shoulders of the nation
Turning death into universal heir

Make us die slowly
Nuclear winter
Clouds of dust will hide the sun forever
Celebrate
Nuclear winter

Blows straight into your heart
Nuclear winter
Day of tomorrow will miss you
Make you testament
Nuclear winter

Luminaries become tall structures
Atmospheric cataclysm is the result
Epileptic doom of lacerated cannibals
Wrapped up the earth in a shroud

Eternal darkness, artificial brightness
Exclusive possession of death
Defaced skulls, effects of radiation
Mutilated past recognition

Make us die slowly
Clouds of dust will hide the sun forever
Celebrate
Blows straight into your heart

Nuclear winter
Day of tomorrow will miss you
Make your testament
Nuclear winter

Slow death is what we can expect
Strike will have just this one effect
Condemned to capital punishment
By the nuclear sword of Damocles

Disappeared without leaving a trace
Man's dignity and grace
Infected by intruder organism
Changed into weak willed subjects

Ineradicable misanthropy
We stick to nothing
Instinct of self preservation
Spreading venereal disease

Gods of war and vengeance
Commander with good conscience
Use our soul for research
In favor of nuclear technology

Arrived at the end of the spiral staircase
At the doorstep to immortality
Not reached the destination of our dreams
[Incomprehensible]

Decided in the struggle for existence
Life has lost, death has won the game
The length of our longing shall be the strength of our glory
Damocles proud and mighty among men

Make us die slowly
Nuclear winter
Clouds of dust will hide the sun forever
Celebrate
Nuclear winter

Blows straight into your heart
Nuclear winter
Day of tomorrow will miss you
Make you testament
Nuclear winter

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