Mr. Important - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Mr. Important
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): John Clark, Steven Clark, Amanda Mackinnon

Lyric:
He remains defiant to the cause
Though he never quite knew what it was
He's working hard for the man upstairs
Seen him once, he's losing his hair

Mr, Important, he's better than you
Index and quotient, he knows what to do
Socially impotent, he drinks with the lads
Mr. Important, in bachelor pads

His parents would be very proud
If only he stood out from the crowd
And made a name that was his own
No corporations, just his alone

But mum and dad, they were so sad
When he lost the job, the bachelor pad
And he just went back home to stay
Now mum and dad want him away

Product, counter product

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Mr. Mastodon Farm - Lyrics - Motorcade Of Generosity - Cake

Title: Mr. Mastodon Farm
Album: Motorcade Of Generosity
Artist: Cake
Composer(s): Greg Brown, John Mccrea

Lyric:
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second

You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time

But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existence

It becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their ascent

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second

But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existence

It becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost like my life will fall
My life will fall unless I see their ascent
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

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Mr. Intentional - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Mr. Intentional
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey, yeah hey

See the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Can't you tell the way they have to mention
How they've helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim
Please don't do me any favors, Mr Intentional

All their talk is seasoned to perfection
The road they walk, commanding your affection
They need to be needed, deceived by motivation
An opportunity, to further situation

Why they so important is without explanation
Please don't patronize me, Mr Intentional
Oh, oh, oh oh

We give rise to ego by being insecure
The advice that we go desperately searching for
The subconscious effort to support our paramour
To engage in denial, to admit we're immature

Validating lies, Mr Intentional, oh
Open up yours eyes, Mr Intentional

Stuck in a system that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage by what everybody does
Counting all the money that you give them just because
Exploiting ignorance in the name of love

Stop before you drop because that's just the way it works
Please don't justify me, Mr Intentional
Oh one dimensional, Mr Intentional
Oh, oh don't you do me any favors
Oh, oh, oh oh

Wake up you've been sleeping
Take up your bed and walk
Stop blaming other people
Oh it's nobody else's fault

Accept the truth about you
You know that life goes on without you
And your expensive misinventions
Disguising your intentions

Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr Intentional
Oh, oh oh oh
See I know you can't help me, Mr Intentional

The only help I need to live, is unprofessional
The only wealth I have to give, is not material
And if you need much more than that, I'm not available

Please don't entertain me, Mr Intentional
Oh I don't need your sympathy, Mr Intentional
Stay away from me, Mr Intentional
So one dimensional, Mr Promotional, Mr Emotional, Mr Intentional
Oh oh, oh

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Mr. Loh - Lyrics - Boy Hits Car

Title: Mr. Loh
Artist: Boy Hits Car
Composer(s): Michael C Ferrari, Louis A Lenard, Scott D Menville, Craig R Rondell

Lyric:
As I can see the ocean breaking
The ocean breaks on her self
It will remind me that all the shit I'm feeling
Will soon be, will be alright, it's gonna be alright

Mr. Loh, he finds the water
And it seems to wash this place off
As the dolphins jump and play

He speaks to us in the sand
Do you know the meaning of life
Or are you just a simple man?
And then he swims away
Then he swims away

Mr. Loh, will you speak to me?
You're the only one I understand
Mr. Loh, will you sing to me?
You're the only one who makes sense

Mr. Loh's not afraid to be naked
But some men fall from grace
They're not secure with themselves

He doesn't measure people
By things we consider important
Can't seem to comprehend today
So he swims away, he swims away
Come back

Mr. Loh, will you speak to me?
You're the only one I understand
Mr. Loh, will you sing to me?
You're the only one who makes sense

Contact with nature, now that's very important
All in society is so busy, busy, busy, busy
Not much time
Talk to yourself or talk to the nature

As long as I can see the ocean break on her self
As the dolphins jump and play
It will remind me, that all the shit I'm feeling
Will soon be alright

Mr. Loh, will you speak to me?
You're the only one I understand
Mr. Loh, will you sing to me?
You're the only one who makes sense

Oh Mr. Loh, oh Mr. Loh
This is gonna be alright

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Mr. Outsider - Lyrics - Aceyalone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Two Reelers - Lyrics - Frank Black

Title: Two Reelers
Artist: Frank Black
Composer(s): Charles Thompson

Lyric:
A lot of people love that Jerome
Did you know he missed his comb?
All his life was in pain
Made us laugh, he never did complain
Brother Sam was more than okay
Returned once more to save the day
Slicked back hair, he did keep
Making a heep, heep, heep, heep, heep

If all you see is violence
Then I make a plea in their defence
Don't you know they speak vaudevillian?
And for what it is, hear what my theory is
Some gibberish, it is so serious
Yea, what we need is more silly men

Though underrated all the time
Louis was so very fine
Without him, imagine
You know he could play the violin
Most important was brother Moe
He was the one who made it so
He got a Joe and another Joe
He would not quit, he would not quit

And Mr. White heard bad reports
And so it ends, the two reeler short
'Cause you cannot do what you can't
And Mr. White heard bad reports
And so it ends the two reeler short
'Cause you cannot do, what you can't

If all you see is violence
Well, then I make a plea in their defence
Don't you know they speak vaudevillian?

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Excuse Me Mr. - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Excuse Me Mr.
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): J P Plunier, Ben Harper

Lyric:
Ah, excuse me mister
Do you have the time?
Or are you so important
That it stands still for you?

Excuse me mister
Won't you lend me your ear?
Or are you not only blind
But do you not hear?

Excuse me mister
But isn't that your oil in the sea?
And the pollution in the air mister
Whose could that be?

So excuse me mister
But I, I'm a mister too
And you're givin' mister a bad name
Mister like you

So I'm taking the mister
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's a mister like you
That puts the rest of us to shame
It's a mister like you
That puts the rest of us to shame

And I, I, I, I, I, I have seen enough
I have seen enough to know
That I have seen too much

Excuse me mister
Can't you see the children dying?
You say that you can't help them
Mister you're not even trying

Excuse me mister
Just take a look around
Oh, mister just look up and you will
You will see it comin' down

Lord, excuse me mister
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
Givin' mister a bad name
Mister like you

So I'm taking the mister from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a mister like you
Who puts the rest of us to shame
It's a mister like you
Puttin' the rest of us to shame

And I have seen enough
I have seen it, I have seen it
I have seen enough to know
That I have seen too much

I have seen enough
I have seen enough to know
That I have seen too much

See 'cause mister when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
By then it is too late

'Cause mister when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, mister
Is what you gave

So, excuse me mister
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' mister a bad name
Mister like you

So I'm taking the mister from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a missed mister like you
Puts the rest of us to shame
It's a mister like you
That puts the rest of us to shame

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Z - Success - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Success
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, L Ellis, N Jones, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Your success took a shot at you
What are you gonna do now? Are you gonna kill it?
You gonna become unsuccessful?
Frank, you can be successful and have enemies
Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends

I got these niggas Breezy, don't worry about it
Let that bitch breathe

I use to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks
Too much stress I guess I blew up quick
'Cause friends I grew up with
See me as a pre'me but I'm not and my nuts big

I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with
With, shit, let that bitch breathe

I'm way to important to be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad daylight I'll off your on switch
You're not to bright, goodnight long kiss
Bye bye my reply, blah, blah

Blast burner then pass burner to Tye-Tye
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
Now where was I? Let that bitch breathe

I use to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off and this success song is about
A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths

All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out
All of this ace of spade, I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours

How many times can I go to Mr. Childs, Taos Mobu?
Hold up, lemme move my bowls
I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys
Ya ain't about to shit on my nigga

I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump, I only slept in once
Niggas said Hova was ova, such dummies
Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
You ain't got nothing for me, Nas, let that bitch breathe"

Success, McLaren, women staring
My villain appearance sacred blood of a king
And my vein ain't spilling
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello

Camaro driven, I climax from paper
And ask why is life worth living
Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
To receive's great but I lust giving

The best jewelers wanna make my things
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain
Niggas mention the one love came home with the paper in hand
They gotta brag about the Feds young man

Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
Best friends wanna be enemies like Daz was in

But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody?s chips, about to cash them in
Up your catalog dawg, mine's worth to much
Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe

Let this bitch breathe

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Wind It Up - Lyrics - Schmack! - Steriogram

Title: Wind It Up
Album: Schmack!
Artist: Steriogram
Composer(s): Jared Wrennall, Tim Youngson, Jacob Adams, Brad Carter, Tyson Kennedy

Lyric:
Close the mockers world, planets in the same room
Sentimental girls, all of which had fame too
Already gone, oh but they can?t leave you
Fight their clinging on, fight but they can?t be you

All this time they?re wasting my rhymes
Do you know what it is makes you say those things
Or why you have a problem with what we bring
Suddenly we believe in more than just luck
It?s not meant to offend you, just for us
We know that you gotta feel important
But it?s a shame that your ignorance is all you?re flaunting
Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop

What if I would wind it up, wind it up, what if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop
We don?t mind ?cause we know what we?re searching for
It?s the time in our life we?ve been working for
We don?t feel elite when we?re doing this
Anyone can do it if you just take a risk
It?s not just us that you?re talking down to
I?ve heard you say the same to everyone around you

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up, what if I should ?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Now I?ll tell you Mr. Know-It-All
What you can do with all your worldly knowledge
You can take your business
And opinions and your mushroom and shove it up your
All this time they?re wasting my rhymes

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

What if I should wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

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Here Comes The Boom - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Here Comes The Boom
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): C Smith, A Kelly, S Henriques, E Simmons

Lyric:
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

Here comes the boom, boomin', bouncin', stalkin' much walkin'
Walk with the bouncin', hit 'em where it counts man
Hit 'em like a mountain
Split 'em, have 'em spittin' up blood like a fountain

Look at me like that we just might fight back
And if I might end up in me takin' your life back
I don't go for the bullshit 'cause divin' down
And time is just too important to be fuckin' around

Chump nigga, I stomp a mud hole in your face
Muthafucka, rip your butthole outta place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yea, it's a dirty job but I just love doin' it

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fI nuh fassy 'cause a fassy nah try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Fram da dutty know dem, dem a totta, man a shotta
An a got alot a powa well, juss tell me fe gwaan
Marrow fly like storm mek dem haffa get flatta
Seh deese are de sweetest times

Nuff punk a get murda, a only dutty cup de DMX an die do
Enjoy the killing times, shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an' me, glock it a guh, talk fe me crew

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

Wha do da claffe dey and da bait ya
Like a scared retch, we leff dem fe laytaw
We keep goin' on an on an on
Fill dem body a ole juss like straina

Suh mek dem know we have a shootin' gallery
Killin' is fun an we nuh need not a salary
Full up a de hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An we nuh owe nuh apology, yo , well

I did more crimes than war crimes
More times than in war times
And way before time, you know it's sad man
That I'm such a madman, badman
With the boom you never had man

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

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Patti Dooke - Lyrics - Buhloone Mindstate - De La Soul

Title: Patti Dooke
Album: Buhloone Mindstate
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Rodney Jones, Melvin Parker, Keith Elam, Larry Goldings, Frank Wes, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'?
And what's the matter?
They accept our music as long
As they can't see our faces?
One, two, one, two, you got it

Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

Just the other day I got a starter kit
An M is a terrible thing to waste
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud

Nah, it ain't happenin', nada to make it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
And all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
Well, it started in the year of '78

But it's '93 or should I say '94?
For my style is much more
I said, "Come in", come in
Come on, come out into my reservoir

As I macks a man, your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'Frigerator Lickin''
What if, how's about, why would?
Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans

Mash it up, the one with the beard
Mega mustache the beat, hide it
Deep under sheets, cover this hint
Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage

Jimmy and the Jet, standin' on the pier
I'm known as the farmer
Cultivatin' mate without mendin', bendin'
Compromising any of my styles to gain a smile

Listen while you hear it, there's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red
While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community
Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck

A nigga named Dres
A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set

Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s

We decided to change the cover a little bit
Because we see the big picture
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album

Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna know who this group is
We just felt that the picture wasn't as important
As it was that we succeed in crossing over

Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross
Once you lose our audience
We never gon' get them back
He may even try to change our sound

Let no man put asunder
Severin' the groups I never blunder
Cashin' all the checks on the mic
I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder

Funk to the fame against hoods
Bridges saggin' to woods down under
They can't be raised with the feminine praise
In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix

White boy, Roy, cannot feel it
But the first to try and steal it
Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
I see him infiltratin' to the masses
And when the leechin' I'ma shoot 'em all in they asses

Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, yeah
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop

It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop

I shed light and not skin, I ain't from Europe
Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact

Don't rest the Compton so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal 'cause Millie got a pistol
And she's down with me, wild, of most wild
Born child to the old school legitimate soul

Talker of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many ways
'Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
Comin' into rent my style

I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm lockin' you out
I'm just not the one to fuck wit so check it

Y'all, y'all know who I am, listen up, son
Peace to my man, Premier
And y'all better guard your trenches
'Cause we runnin' through 'em

Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind

Tell me somethin'?
How come they never cross over to us?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover

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The Girls Don'T Like The Job - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: The Girls Don'T Like The Job
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Hello, did Cathy come in today or what?
I'm startin' to not, to like, what's she's doin' at me
She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed
She's not dressed properly

She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company
Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in
With your briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks, somebody gotta get dropped

Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor, Wall Street Journal analyst
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers

Banking system with my computer wisdom
Immaculate suit, pinstriped, with my shirt and tie
Girls know I'm fly on the A-X-1 new floppy disk
"Hello? There's somebody out there to see you"

No, tell her to call me back
I'm busy with the President of the United States
Discussing more rates on a higher level
Don't give me feedback, I don't need that
Two trips to Costa Rica, I'll be a week back

Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack
Your budget will be low, and you'll be fired, highly retired
I'm the new boss of this company girl
(I want you to fax yourself to China, okay? Do this now)

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot

Down at 55 Water Street
Top official always seein' Chemical Bank, Wells Fargo
Bank of America with my fine secretary Erykah
Me and Al Sharpton was talkin' about real estate in Compton

With a loan from General Mills
I would start a new NBA team Baldwin Hills
The Baldwin Hills Spacemen
Lime green uniforms with a orange basketball logo
[Unverified] the group solo, that's right, dolo

With the commissioner of the basketball
Passin' y'all in my ASR Rolls Royce
Y'all can't stop my voice and opinion
Here's a card and my phone extension

Not to mention I ripped up four tickets to the Grammy awards
I had pasta with my new team and my roster
Agents beware, I'm talkin' to Shaq behind the Lakers back
Michael Jordan I'm important, keep tapes recordin'

Buyin' baseball stadiums, talkin' to Joe Morgan
Cincinatti Reds, I'm over your heads
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush
No time for coffee, ice cream from Mr. Softie

Tom Hanks calls the base of Keith in the UK
We sold a lot of Mercedes Benz's
And BMW's to the small starving communities
Even as an import, it's just a regular cab in foreign countries

Materialistic for just the ignorant ones only the United States
I'm goin' to lunch
I'll be right back
(The girls don't like the job)

Cutback on time
Employees research files, tryin' to find my styles
Sippin' on a glass of Sprite
Toni Braxton wanna sing, pride with me tonight

I gotta work late, the office
The kids, the dog
Puppies, groceries, hopin' these things
Get done by the end of the week

I been through the week
Did you book my airline flight assistant Terry?
You'll get no record deal actin' like Neneh Cherry
Back to work don't flirt

Give me them passes to the James Brown concert
Front row seats at least, please don't bother me I need peace
Terry you been late a lot
I hate a lot of those same black pants you wearin' dancin'
Take two days off, I'm goin' to the playoffs

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways

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The Bad Touch - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: The Bad Touch
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks

Lyric:
Ha ha, well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about
I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought me
And you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about

So put your hands down my pants
And I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up

You've had enough of two hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want to you smothered, want you covered
Like my waffle house, hash, browns

Comin' quicker than Fed Ex
Never reaching apex like Coca Cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics

Let me be specific
I wanna be down in your south seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean
Means small craft advisory

So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide
B 5, you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
I?m Mr.Cofee with an automatic drip

So show me yours, I?ll show you mine
Tool time, you?ll love it just like Lyle
And then we?ll do it doggy style
So we can both watch X-files

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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Big Mess - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Devo

Title: Big Mess
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Mothersbaugh, Gerald Casale

Lyric:
I am cowboy Kim
Cowboy Kim I am
I am a lucky cowboy
Let me tell you why

I'm a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one

I'll announce the winner
On the radio
With my microphone
I do a super show

I wear a cowboy hat
It is my business hat
I'm on till 1:00 a.m.
I must tell you that

I'm a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one

Who doesn't know
I'm a big mess
I mean a really big mess
A big big mess he was all mixed up and a

Big mess, big mess, he was a
He was really mixed up
He was a big mess, big mess, he was a
He was really mixed up

Cowboy Kim I am
Mr. Reality
The most important thing
I put away my toys

With my microphone
I do a super show
I'll announce the winner
On the radio

I'm a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one

Who doesn't know
I'm a big mess
I mean a really big mess
A big big mess he was all mixed up and a

Big mess, big mess, he was a
He was really mixed up
He was a big mess, big mess, he was a
He was really mixed up

I'm a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one

Who doesn't know
I'm a big mess
I mean a really big mess
A big big mess he was all mixed up and a

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Money On My Mind - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Money On My Mind
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V Mollings

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Lyric:
Yeah
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car they in awe
I'm lookin' like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy J.R.
Bird man my pa bitch ball bred born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah, I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talkin' 'bout money baby now we talkin'

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Yeah, nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know 'bout that baby it's yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blow job

Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin' off the boat meetin' papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin' weight I tell him I'm gettin' paid

Money over bitches I'm yellin' it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Cabana sunshades block the sun rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day

I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person, nigga

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' 'bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein' modest

Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muthafucker whoever inside it

Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know it's crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin' to myself 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

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Discovery Channel - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Discovery Channel
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks

Lyric:
Ha ha, well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about
I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought me
And you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about

So put your hands down my pants
And I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up

You've had enough of two hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want to you smothered, want you covered
Like my waffle house, hash, browns

Comin' quicker than Fed Ex
Never reaching apex like Coca Cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics

Let me be specific
I wanna be down in your south seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean
Means small craft advisory

So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide
B 5, you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
I?m Mr.Cofee with an automatic drip

So show me yours, I?ll show you mine
Tool time, you?ll love it just like Lyle
And then we?ll do it doggy style
So we can both watch X-files

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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I Can'T Do That Anymore - Lyrics - It Matters To Me - Faith Hill

Title: I Can'T Do That Anymore
Album: It Matters To Me
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson

Lyric:
Cut my hair the way you wanted
Watched you become important
Quit my job to make our new home far away

Now you're Mr.Successful and I'm queen of the treadmill
Trying to stay the size you think that I should stay
I used to dream about what I would be
But last night I dreamed about a washing machine

I keep on givin', but I can't stop livin'
A woman needs a little something of her own
I like happy endings, I don't like dependin'
I keep right on pretendin', but I can't do that anymore

Now you say I'm bein' silly
But you don't know me really
You never take the time to ask me how I feel

I keep the checkbook balanced
I decorate your palace
You know I used to think that you were king
Somewhere down deep, I know you really love me
But you can't see that what we have's not all I needed

I keep on givin', but I can't stop livin'
A woman needs a little something of her own
I like happy endings, I don't like dependin'
I keep right on pretendin', but I can't do that anymore

You try to tell me
I'm not bein' fair to you
But life's too short for a selfish attitude

Oh, I keep on givin', but I can't stop livin'
A woman needs a little something of her own
I like happy endings, I don't like dependin'
I keep right on pretendin', but I can't do that anymore
No, I can't do that anymore

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In Or Out - Lyrics - Imperfectly - Ani Difranco

Title: In Or Out
Album: Imperfectly
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
I guess there's something wrong with me, guess I don't fit in
No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin
I've got more than one membership to more than one club
And I owe my life to the people that I love

He looks me up and down like he knows what time it is
Like he's got my number like he thinks it's his
He says, "Call me, Ms. DiFranco if there's anything I can do"
I say,"It's Mr. DiFranco to you"

Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight
Other days the line tends to deviate
I've got no criteria for sex or race
I just want to hear your voice, I just want to see your face

She looks me up and down like she thinks that I'll mature
Like she's got my number like it belongs to her
She says, "Call me, Ms. DiFranco if there's anything I can do"
I say, "You know I've got spots, mind if I've got stripes?"

And their eyes are all asking 'Are you in, or are you out?'
And I think, 'Hmm, what is this about?"
I mean tonight you can't put me up on any shelf
'Cause I came here alone, I'm gonna leave by myself

I just want to show you the way that I feel
And when I get tired you take the wheel to me
To me what's more important is the person that I bring
Not just getting the same restaurant, eating the same thing

Guess there's something wrong with me, guess I don't fit in
No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin
I just want more than one membership to more than one club
'Cause I owe my life to the people that I love

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