My Little Needle - Lyrics - Goddamnit - Alkaline Trio

Title: My Little Needle
Album: Goddamnit
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Derek R Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
I'll come down and get you high
Maybe sing you a lullaby
Sing you to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from
Sing you to coma so to speak

An' when I fall down, I'll fall apart
Trade in my bike for a shopping cart
And beg change from a world that needs some
Like I need someone

So where are you, my little needle?
The stack's been burned away
But I'm so inebriated that I cannot see
Three feet in front of me
Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in

Lately, I've been feeling dead inside
Like my guts have dried up and died
But every night, I water them back to life
Yeah, every night, I water them back to life

An' when I fall down, I'll fall apart
Trade in my bike for a shopping cart
And beg change from a world that needs some
Well, I'm tired of sleepin' alone

So where are you, my little needle?
The stack's been burned away
But I'm so inebriated that I cannot see
Three feet in front of me
Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in

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Blame It On The Love Of Rock And Roll - Lyrics - Keep The Faith - Bon Jovi

Title: Blame It On The Love Of Rock And Roll
Album: Keep The Faith
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): John F Bongiovi, Richard S Sambora

Lyric:
Come on

First time I heard the music
I thought it was my own
I could feel it in my heartbeat
I could feel it in my bones
My Momma thinks I'm crazy
Dad says, "I'm insane"
I got the boogie woogie fever
Burning in my veins

They took me to a doctor
But it's too late for me
Tried to take me to a preacher
That they saw on their TV
Who said that, "For a small donation
My lost soul would be saved"
I said, "I don't think so preacher
I'll come back another day"

All that I want is to be a Rolling Stone
They don't understand what we all know

It feels so good that it ought to be illegal
I got my vaccination from a phonograph needle
I'll never grow up, I'll never grow old
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll

As the story goes, listen now
My teachers didn't like me
They tried to put me down
'Cause I wore my hair too long
I played my music way too loud
Every little boy wants to learn to play guitar
So he can pick up all the chicks
And be a rock 'n' roll star

They said "It won't last", but they misunderstood
If people think it's bad then I'll be bad for good

It feels so good that it ought to be illegal
I got my vaccination from a phonograph needle
I'll never grow up and I'll never grow old
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll
Blame it on the love, blame it on the love
Well Daddy just don't understand what the little girls know
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll

All I wanted, all I ever needed
My guitar gave to me

Every song I've sung, blame it on love
Every war I've won, blame it on love
Every thing I've done, blame it on love
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll

It feels so good that it ought to be illegal
I got my vaccination from a phonograph needle
I'll never grow up and I'll never grow old
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll
Blame it on love, b-b-blame it on the love
Daddy just don't understand what the little girls know
Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll

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My Culture - Lyrics - Robbie Williams

Title: My Culture
Artist: Robbie Williams
Composer(s): Nigel Butler, Duncan Philip Bridgeman, Jaime Catto, Maxwell Fraser, Robert Peter Williams

Lyric:
I'm the sum total of my ancestors
I carry their DNA
We are representatives of a long line of people
And we carried them around either with
This long line of people
That goes back to the beginning of time
And when we meet - they meet other lines of people
And we say bring together the lines of me

When I look back over the years
At the things that brought tears to my eyes
Papa said we have to be wise
To live long lives
Now i recognize
What my father said before he dies
Vocalize things I've left unsaid
Left my spirit unfed for too long
I'm coming home to my family
Where I can be strong
Be who I planned to be
Within me my ancestory
Givin'me continuity
Would it be remiss to continue in this way
Would you rather I quit
Come with the other shit
Making people's hips sway
Lip service I pay but i'm nervous
I pray for all the mothers who get no sleep
Like a lifeline I light lines cause my compassion is deep

For the people who fashioned me my soul to keep
And this is who I happen to be
And if I don't see that I'm strong than I won't be

This is what my Daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
Than he did
But he taught me my culture
And how to live positive
I never wanna shame
The blood in my veins and bring pain
To my sweet grandfathers face
In his resting place
I made haste to learn and not waste
Everything my forefathers earned in tears
For my culture

Fall back again
Crawl from the wa ? water
For my culture
Water to air
You're on your feet again
Your feet again

Hello Dad
Remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
I'm the boy who you
Reduced to tears
Dad I'd been lonely for 27 years
Yeah, that's right
My name's Bob
I'm the one
Who landed the popstar's job
I'm the one who
You told look, don't touch
I'm the kid
Who wouldn't amount to much

I believe in the senses sight and sound
I have always been too loud
Wont you help me drown it out?
I'm what I feel
What I'm feeling is surreal
I'm a mass of spinnin' wheels
Always digging in my heels
Now I got the faith to

Fall back again
Crawl from the wa- water
Water to air
You're on your feet again
Your feet again

Lace up your boots we're going back to the roots
Speaking to my ghetto youths freak freaking for loot
And nice things, better check what your future brings
It's now and your forefathers for the knowhow
Go now into the world without hatred
Use your head
If the needle is wise be the thread
And weave ancestral wisdom, yours by birth
Spreading the Lords word over this broad earth
Spreading Culture

This is what my Daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
Than he did
But he told me my culture
And how to live positive
I never wanna shame
The blood in my veins and bring pain
To my sweet grandfathers face
In his resting place
I make haste to learn and not waste
Everything my forefathers earned in tears
For my culture

Fall back again
Crawl from the water
Water to air
You're on your feet again
Your feet again
For my culture

Fall back again
Crawl from the warm water
Water to air

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The Victory - Lyrics - Hip-Hop Lives - Krs One

Title: The Victory
Album: Hip-Hop Lives
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Laurence Krisna Parker, Wilbert Jr Bass

Lyric:
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in, DJ Premier, huh, word up
Oh, you got Poet wit'chu, Blaq Po' whattup man
Yo, gimme some headphones

Yeah, distort the mic, Marley, I want you to distort the mic
We gon' do it like we used to do it
Aiyyo Premier, there the turntables
Do your thing man, rock on

The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of

KRS, Wild Style'n today
I stay controversial like Guantanamo Bay
My society is secret, sort of like the boulet
I'm not a average MC, I don't say what they say

I don't play what they play, I'm the type to find the needle
At the bottom of hay, that's why I'm rockin' today
Often they say "No way", until I say
Da-da-da-day and the crowd go "Hey"

From the time I stepped in the game
Kris been clear 'bout his rep and his name
I don't tolerate disrespect to my name
To uplift my people that's the reason I came

If you believe in peace then we believe in the same
If you believe in war I got that tec for your brain
If you think I'm a whore, man, you must be insane
I'm war in reverse like Big Daddy Kane raw

The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
DJ Premier
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
My man Poet
DJ Marley Marl, Bronx connection, Queens bridge connection
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of

I know y'all motherfuckers ain't gon' believe this
Poet on the track with the nigga that dissed Queen's bridge
Let me show y'all how to bury the hatchet
The Blastmaster, with the Black Bastard, a classic

This is one for your dome
Niggaz must understand, it's hip-hop full blown
Gimme the mic, I'ma stay shittin'
I'ma stay rippin' and banana clip spittin'

Niggaz know, Blaq Po', green beret flow
It's nuttin' to me, I do it all day yo
The victory is almost here
I'm at the front line, yo, Kris, pull up on they rear

We got the shit surrounded, time to wild out
Nigga what you wan' do, nigga don't ask me, this is your LP
Marley hollered at Preem, Preem hollered at me
Now I'm standin' here warrior, reppin' QB
Nigga what's really good, what it's gon' be?

The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
DJ Premier
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
Marley Marl whattup
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of

This ain't what you're used to
KRS-One, Marley Marl, BDP with the Juice Crew
Who knew 20 years after Scott Marley Marl would pass the rock?
And I'd dribble it, dribble it, livin' it, nibble it a little bit
Before I enter the club and start killin' it

K-R-R, S-wah-wah-One
Yes they'd be the stars, me I'd be the sun
Jump right off the stage, breakin', breakin' you off
KRS is the best, of c-c-course

Street to the c-c-core, down by l-law
You the number 1 MC, oh sh-sh-sure
Meet me at the c-club, if you thinkin' you thug
KRS and Poet, this the type of hip-hop you love

The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
Marley Marl
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of
You rocked it, kid, you rocked it
The victory is almost there, just a little bit of

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Alright Hear This (Beastie Boys) - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Alright Hear This (Beastie Boys)
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Mike Diamond

Lyric:
All right your scrathin' it right now
Cuttin' the record back and forth against the needle
Back and forth, back and forth, makin' it scratch
But let me tell you somethin'
Don't try it at home with your dads stereo
Only under hip-hop supervision

Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]

Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound
Then you know I'm gonna get down and

Eat a Scooby Snack and take disco nap
And then I'm shopping at Sears, 'cause I don't buy at the Gap
I'm sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations

Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes
I've got a feelin' comin' on, I've got to make some shit
A little somethin' stupid, for the twisted and sick

Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right to left and I'm death defying

Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]

I spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak
Here's the payback keep going strong like since the way back
I try to be myself but I lose track
Because the shit gets complicated now I've got to get back

As we learn to breed a love for one another
In these times of melding cultures
I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from African descent

'Cause I don't need a magic potion
Let me talk about back field in motion
My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy

I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Sheep
For staying true to inspiration 'cause I don't half step
So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
And then I talk to the people like Les Mccann

Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]

Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]

I ask God for a rhyme or two
A little somethin' for the wise as well as the fool
A little somethin' to affect a little taste of change
For the together and the strong as well as the deranged

Because you do you right like Bobby Knight
And then I'm rappin' on the mic to the broadway light
Stomp my hands, I clap my feet and
I'm buggin' off Yusef Lateef

I got a match to my ass and I'm a keep it lit
Or when I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt
Because I'm rushing around town taking care of my functions
Always got one more thing so forget about function

We create this world and the problems go on
Create our lives and the things that go wrong
So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
To what it is you want and for what you're wishin'

Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]
Alright hear this
[Incomprehensible]

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In A Market Dimly Lit - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: In A Market Dimly Lit
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Gregory Jehanian, Christopher Kleinberg, Richard Mazzotta, Aaron Weiss, Michael Weiss

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Lyric:
The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
Has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind
Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep
And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides

So from any movement in the room
If my cat walked by the arm skipped but to my surprise
My interrupting cat improved
A sound already so severely compromised

The needle's worn the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the grooves too deep

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune
Beside the bush that Moses saw
That burned and yet was not consumed
She's the silver coin I lost
I'm the sheep who slipped away
We pray with fingers crossed
But you listen patiently anyway

I wrote a little song for you
With melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
To repeat what you already knew
As the stones thrown at your window tapped in syncopation

You kept a distance out of fear you'd break
But what's good a single wind chime, hanging quite all alone?
The music our collisions would make
Is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

The music our collisions make
The music our collisions make
The music our collisions make
The music our collisions make

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort
If I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade
And cut my own hair short
Then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay
You see my coins are counterfeit
But you accept them anyway

So spare me your goodbyes
Your waving-handkerchief-good-byes
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
I'll spare you my goodbyes
The truth belongs to God
The mistakes were mine

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Dick On The Track - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

Title: Dick On The Track
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Craig D. Bazile, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Hey there, 'sup boo? What's happenin'?
Come holla at me
Naww, come here, yuh, I got somthin' for you
It's gon' make ya say, ?Ungh?
I aint sayin' nothin', y'all jus playin'
Come here, why you actin' like that?
Naw for real, come 'ere tho'

You got that fire, ain't too fly but when I jus walked by ya
Hands at your side, don't you know I ain't your average buya
I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe
By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street

She said, "Ya, how do you know that?"
I said, "You live next door to my friend, her name, Tazra"
She said, "Oh you know, Tim?"
I said, "Ya, we use ta kick it man, what about it?"

She said, "No that's cool, that's my girl"
Don't take it how it sounded
She said, "You mean, I said who told ya?"
Me and you can make music
Dats kinda what I'm hopin' for movin' like I'm automated

What we bakin', mixin', blendin'
And twisted tha neighbors gonn' be listenin'
She said, "Slow down baby, movin' kinda swift
Besides we just met I usually don't get down like this"
I said, "Dont even trip, I got you!"
She said, "You sure?", I said, "Yup I got to"

Put tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang
Put the needle to the grove
Put the needle to the grove
Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what I do

When I hit ya with tha tenor
Say sapreno, when your moanin'
We aint gonna stop makin' racket
Till in the mornin'

I say baby, kick it wit me all nite
Safe sex like pot holder on my mic
Comin' thru the woofer, in your speaker when we freakin'
I can see you gettin' hot, why you weakinin'? Climaxin'

While I'm rappin'
Whats my name, and who it's for? Dats what I'm askin'
Spitin' like wax all over 64 tracks
Remember shock ta knock you sax, symbols and high hats

Gettin' nasty with the music to be funky
Like a bass line
Disregard it and get ya good sing ain't no red lights
When I take mine

I'm havin' sexual intercourse with the chorus
Screamin' hot vocals, got your ad libs gettin' hoarse
Sweatin' the whole session, your circuits burnt
She said, "Baby, don't beat it down no more
It's just the second verse"

Put tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang
Put the needle to the grove
Put the needle to the grove
Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what I do

Put tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang
Put the needle to the grove
Put the needle to the grove
Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what I do

First time I laid eyes on ya, I was like "Zaam"
"Tell me, girl where you goin'? What's your name?", she said," Pam"
And I think it's only better that you know who I am
I'm the man they make high, like the melophones in Southern Japan

The way I work my acoustics, ain't no comparin'
Very rough and aggressive when I lay 'em
Huffin' and puffin' right when I see 'em
Ya breakin' it down so scandalous
She got me thinkin' when else

I'm touchin' ya like a massager
I'll be bustin' off soon as ya touch me in
You can hear It through the soundproof booth
Fuckin' up the roof

Don't stop, she on top and I'm watchin' 'em jiggle
No more preachin' and minglin'
She pregnant with my singer
I don't be kissin' and tellin'

But it's gotta be told
Now I'm 500 dollas short, unless we got married, I wed till I was old
To infinite, I'm plannin' our future
It's jus gonn' be me, you, nobody else, Me and Mystikal junior

How that feel? Com here, take dem headphones off
Turn around little baby
I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me
It's like when I get on the track

I have sex with it, I make out with it
We make woopie, we do the nasty
Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it?
I'm gonna spend time wit you, I ain't quittin' halfway

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Virgo - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Virgo
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Douglas L Davis, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi Gibbs

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Lyric:
Yeah, what, you, uhu, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, what?
Nasty Nas, Virgo, Ludacris, Virgo
Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this, Nasir

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your home-girl though

Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she wanna come and build with the God
Promise me that she gon' play her part
'Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart

And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind
Love is the bu-bubblin' back of your waistline
I don't waste time, I gotta get get on it
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron

And in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by askin' me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? If you was I'd be totally twi
What's that? Totally with it, T.W.I.

Well, here I am, yep, I'm the man
Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand
So, here we standin' before I begin
Home-girl made a knot out of the cherry stem

Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black
Ever since then she been yappin' a track
Told her friends, now they hollerin' behind her back, sing

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle
Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your home-girl though

Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin'
Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?"
I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain

Ooh, ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up
Blaow! Ludacris in the ho-ooh-ouse
The needle hit the record, they was playin' this song
All the ladies hit the floor and it was eh-eh on

Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back chillin' in my b-boy stance
Could be a little pop lockin' if your girl's top droppin'
But watch for cockblockin' on my coochie stock options

But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track
Make 'em swip swap Nasty N A S pass that
Honey in the black 'cause I'm feelin' her curves
He looked down at what I had and said wo-wo word

Why only serve one when we can serve up two?
Then at the bachelor's pad, doin' what the Virgos do
And these women so shy but get loud undercover
So we can have sex but I can't be your lover, sing

Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo?
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand?
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo?

We sippin' on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o
Smash with the Virgo, you ain't got to take your shirt off
Seen you convince your home-girl though

They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
Virgo proof, baby run the streets
So let's go, let's go, let's go for the beat
Let's go, Virgo proof, it's the Virgo
Let's go Nasty Nas, let's go Ludacris
And if you don't know, now you know, Doug Fresh

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Daydreaming - Lyrics - Blue Lines - Massive Attack

Title: Daydreaming
Album: Blue Lines
Artist: Massive Attack
Composer(s): Wally Badarou, Grantley Marshall, Robert Del Naja, Adrian Thaws, Andrew Vowles

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Lyric:
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming

Way that we say 'em in style that we raid 'em in
Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin
Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs
'Cause brother it's relative
The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor
To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more

Attitude is cool degrees below zero
Up against the wall behaving like De Niro
Tricky's performing taking his photo
Make him stand with a tan touch it like cocoa
Smooth keep it moving at the back now
Free as the needle that's moving through the track now

Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
Dance around the vibes like acoustics
No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop
The paper which you use my tongue to lick with

Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life
Wise guys get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born they're making me yawn
But I just take it easy it's a Sunday morning

So you come [unverified]
Together we'll grow forever watch my ak rig go
Because my ak rig goes boom boom
My ak rig goes boom

Yeah, rhymin' the jam and uh we got the stamina
'Cause you never know it's like we don't give a damn and uh
And it's [unverified] to keep your distance
Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat
You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street

If I was a rich man, da, da, dada
I quietly observe standing in my space
It's the devious days they call the rat race
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town
Weebles, wobble, occasional squabble
But we're happy when the bomb drops down

Don't make sound
'Cause the dance floor's a desert
And the dancers are parched
Do a rain dance and you brace through a marsh

My heavy my brother get lighter than helium
Float above the world to break the tedium
Living in my headphones soul is what I say to 'em
The surreal boom of the budokan stadium

Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Well, I'm tricky kid don't deal with sadness
Can't be with the one I love, I love the one that I miss
I'm very down to earth but brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover just need, I'm insecure

The weather is a changin' the storms be shakin'
The love that you take is equal to the love you're makin'
Here comes the sun little darlin' here comes the sun
It's alright

Yes, tricky kid I check my situation
Naggy this maggy that maggy means inflation
Hip-hop you don't stop 'cause I'm not sloppy
I like the beat so we need another copy

We're natives of the massive territory and I'm proud
Getting peaceful in the desert that the glory and the crowd
The problem ain't a different kind of skin tricks
I love my neighbor and I [unverified] the Olympics
See you a hooligan you try to play the fool again

Caught you in the lost and found
When your posse weren't around
No crowd
So you're going for you tool again

Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming

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Thru Fadeaway - Lyrics - Mother Love Bone

Title: Thru Fadeaway
Artist: Mother Love Bone
Composer(s): Wood Gilmore Ament Gossard Fairweathe

Lyric:
Ooh baby, yeah

You can fadeaway, yeah, my love, I will always
Remember your faces, thru fadeaway, sing in

Bless all of your eyes, I realize you're my reason
And I'll cherish the days when our souls will be together

She's my sunshine, she's my moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady from Euphrates, devil mother
Sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me, babe

I'm just another one, yeah, just another statistic
You're needle-sickness, illed weakness
Yes, you're killed, yes, you're killed
Yes, you're killed, my boy

She's my sunshine, she's my moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady, she's from Euphrates, little woman
She's sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me

Sunshine, moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady, she's from Euphrates, little mama
She's sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine

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Caleb Meyer - Lyrics - Gillian Welch

Title: Caleb Meyer
Artist: Gillian Welch
Composer(s): Gillian Welch, David Rawlings

Lyric:
Caleb Myer he lived alone in them hollering pines
He made a little whiskey for himself
Said it helped pass the time

Long one evening in the back of my house
Caleb come around
He called my name till I went out
With no one else around

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
Wear them rattling chains
When I go to sleep at night don't you call my name

Where's your husband, Nellie Cane
Where's your darling gone?
Did he go on down the mountain side
And leave you all alone?

My husband's gone to bowling green
To do some business there
And Caleb threw that bottle down
Grabbed me by my hair

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
Wear them rattling chains
When I go to sleep at night don't you call my name

He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Pinned my hands above my head
And I commenced to pray

I cried, "My God, I am your child
Send your angels down"
Then feeling with my finger tips
The bottle neck I found

I drew that glass across his neck
Fine as any blade
Then I felt his blood run hot and fast
Around me where I laid

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
Wear them rattling chains
When I go to sleep at night don't you call my name

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna
Wear them rattling chains
When I go to sleep at night don't you call my name

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Tha Beehive - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Tha Beehive
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Ray Evans, Kimberly Jones, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo

Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster girl at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina

It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out

'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Meltin' my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop

Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive

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Bedbugs - Lyrics - Laika

Title: Bedbugs
Artist: Laika
Composer(s): Guy Fixsen, Margaret Fiedler

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Lyric:
It's gonna swallow me whole
The ground will open up and in I'll fall
Down, down, down

Mama set me up with a fine young thing
And he was gonna buy me everything
But he grabbed the hook and took out for deep water
And pretty soon that fish, he pulled me in

It's gonna follow me home
Somewhere in the shadows there's a place for me
In the cold, cold ground

Trouble's right behind me there's hard times ahead
The devil's got his hammer, he's poundin' on my bed
Lost most my money I'm on my last hand
I'm knockin' at hell's door with no weapon and no plan
Feelin' kinda timid like an egg without a shell
But if I've been just bluffing, I ain't gonna tell

It's gonna swallow me whole
The ground will open up and in I'll fall

Papa set me up with a sharp-eyed boy
And I was gonna have him for my toy
But he stole my heart and took out for deep water
And pretty soon that shark, he pulled me in

Sky's full of lightning the wind's spitting sand
Sun burning oh, so hot it gave the earth a tan
The fish have all stopped jumping, the bedbugs are asleep
I'll lay myself beside you and pray my soul to keep
I wish I had a needle, as fine as I could sew
I'd stitch my baby to my side and down the road we'd go

My shovel struck sorrow and the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow and the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow and the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow and the tears came running down

Little fishes in the brook
Papa catch them with a hook
Brother clean it like a man
Mama fry it in the pan

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Play My Cards - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: Play My Cards
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Donald Earle De Grate, Andrea Piskunov, Christopher Sheppard, Sean Darnell Singleton

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Lyric:
To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic, Slick Rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, hell yeah
Raw Dawg, you know, you know me, Raw Dawg Assassin
Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up

Soon as I park, shit sparks, spit fire, gang bang affiliation
Retaliation, spit sparks, till shit's dark forever
What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me?
Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid

You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy
Click 'em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin'
Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons

I'm just a gee, oh yeah, that's me
Don't forget it act like you knew it before I set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin'
The homies whistled, we all draw pistols

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
Everybody's got questions and shit
Muthafuckas questionin' shit

Worryin' 'bout me and my wife
All I wanna do is live my life
Raise up off me, homie
Ease back softly, homie

I'm a gee from the D.P.G.
And no matter what you say you can't fuck with me
Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin' in locomotion

In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin'
Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us

I got scams for hundreds of grammes
Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan
For about a whole ki load of some powder
Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cash-in

From the front to the back and packin'
Pull the strap and start clappin'
I'm about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin'-sumpin'
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin

Hit the liquor store I wanna get paid
A fifth of Hen then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc and let's raise up

Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I'm worldwide while you thinking either he is or he's not
International like [Incomprehensible]
You can feel me in the real way

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid
Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid
Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Bitch

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Got It Bad Y'All - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Got It Bad Y'All
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): Eric Brooks, Roger Mcbride, James Robinson

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentleman
That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks

Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me

It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin? since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin?, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin? rowdy

Wack MCs in ?92, ew, you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hooker?s chest
Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em
For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em

And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When it's time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin? like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me

I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin? and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Back the fuck up, gimme room to breathe
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin? kind, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda
Feelin? kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie

My, my, my ho, I like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store before they close up
Buy a few 40s, ?cause daily I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo, I can get funky, buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn, I hit the bud and pass it on

Hangin? at the park, shootin? craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet ?cause my tall can is leakin?
Starin? at the cops, beatin? up on Rodney
While a pack of O.G.'s steppin? to me tryin? to rob me

Just because I'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky while you're doin? the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

Is slangin? these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops

And ya ain't heard shit yet, I'm just getting? warm
Like hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn?t
I love to hit the herbs ?cause it leave me feelin? buzzin?
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them ?nuff respect

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin?, and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up jumps the man with the loot
Rockin? like a troop with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin? kinda phat ?cause King Tee's a baler

I just irritate the wack, leave ?em so confused
When I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat

Baby, baby, baby, it's the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no matter how ya call it
Metaphors grand, and I'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

The girls call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin? for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a Alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting

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Fearless - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Fearless
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Are you scared? Fearless
Are you scared? Are you frightened you little bitch?

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?

I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and take its food
I'll mow the fuckin lawn, on a land mine field like what boom?
I'll roll an eighty up in some papers and smoke that shit up
I'll share a dirty heroin needle with that dirty bitch Courtney Lowe
I'll run around The White House lawn
Naked and screamin' and bustin shots at him
I'll scratch my back with a chain saw oh yea got it
I'll walk through comton alone and sport wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll head butt a fuckin unicorn come here bitch no! damn!
I'll stand on a stump and let you trim my toenails with a axe
I'll sucker punch a Gorilla and then try to run
With a banana hangin out my ass
I'll fuckin become pen-pals with the unibomber
And let him send me packages
I'll drive a ice cream truck through Ethiopia
Talkin about free ice cream sandwiches

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

I'll let Sam Kinison borrow my car if he was still around
I'll Bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tied on
I'll clinch my butt cheeks shut while a ruthless alien tryin' to probe me
I'll receive an operation on my eyeball while riding in a dune buggy
I'll finger fuck a toilet and French kiss a light socket
I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice "I'm Jenny!" Naw no I wouldn't
I'll take all my clothes off and run up and bear hug a cactus
I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch
I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs and spread Jellyfish on my toast
I'll fuckin grease my ass up and sit on top of a flag post
I'll shoot a game of pool with the grim reaper and then let him beat me
I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar
Let him take me home and eat me

No fear
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless don't be scared
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like ohh haa
Fearless
I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon tell him hey do me up
No fear
I'll put my lips on a eighty one' novas exhaust
Pipe and smoke that sucker, fearless
I'll fuckin a chick raw with crabs so big red lobsters tryin to catch'em
No fear
I'll start a record label and base everything I got on MC Hammer
I'll wear a pink bikini thong and walk right through the slammer
I'll take a chrome desert eagle fouty five put it to the dome and dump it
I'll go to a big ass bee hive on a tree, drop my drawers and hump it

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless don't be scared
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

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Fault Line - Lyrics - Howl - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Title: Fault Line
Album: Howl
Artist: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Composer(s): Peter Hayes, Robert Been

Lyric:
I've been waitin' on the fault line
Let the needle take me on
I'll be standing with my dyin' bell
If you care to come along

Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door

I've been lyin' in the bright lights
See my shadow from below
Never wanted from another man
Never wanted from my own

Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door
Drownin' in the risin' tide in my father's door

Through a window to the last mile
Little picture on the wall
From the banks to the far side
See the lights come ashore

Racin' from the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' from the risin' tide to my father's door
Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door

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Needle Time - Lyrics - Delivery Man - Elvis Costello

Title: Needle Time
Album: Delivery Man
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
One, two, three, four

I wish that I didn't hate you
Least not as much as I do
And squander all my contempt for
A little nothing like you

Liars like you are ten a penny
Women would slap you if you knew any

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

I've got this suitcase of phony wisdom to dispense
These twenty-seven or so years
How you'd think
I would have made them some cents

Now they want me fingerprinted
Like I was smuggling drugs
While the government does deals
With the most convenient thugs

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime
It's needle time, it's needle time
It's needle time, it's needle time

I'm trying not to despise you
With a passion that's hard to extinguish
Or maybe I really love you
Although it's hard to distinguish

I wish I could be like a saint is
Forgiving those who trespass against us

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

I started talking nonsense just like I did to begin with
Around the time I tired of those sour English

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime
It's needle time, it's needle time
It's needle time, it's needle time

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