Native Tongue - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Native Tongue
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Patrick Wilcox

Lyric:
Truer words were never spoken
You picked them up when you were young
Maybe woven in a story
That goes back to where you're from

Truer words were never spoken
And for an audience of one
But where you're healed is where you're broken
And God knows your native tongue

So build a bridge with what's behind you
The scattered pieces of your past
Build it out over the chasm
To the promised land at last

Start a bridge with what's behind you
And God picks up where you've begun
'Cause where you look is where love finds you
And God knows your native tongue

Spoken words in Aramaic
Sounds I wouldn't understand
In a local ancient dialect
For the people of that land

No little words can hold a candle
To the splendor of the sun
That can explain this world of wonder
And shine the same on everyone

But little words can hold a candle
All your own when darkness comes
They're just the size for us to handle
And God knows your native tongue

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Big Brother Beat - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Big Brother Beat
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Dante Beze, Skef Anslem

Lyric:
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick

Now this goes out to all area clicks
From manicured lawns to projects bricks
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets

Now, come on y'all, get live get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So don't none of y'all just be misled
The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread

Shakin' laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews
Sittin' Indian squats to make that red tie knots
See I'm out to get the core like in them Rainbow Pops
Swingin' life like a hammock, invested like stocks

Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up
Snappin' by the pain as a crew hear the gain
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown

Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes
This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath
We are the killer combination with the size to administer
The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes

Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick

Now this goes out to all area clicks
From manicured lawns to projects bricks
Remember to keep the Native Tongue in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets

Now check it out and ya don't stop
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop
Now check it out and ya don't stop
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop

I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin' ill
No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon' build
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean

When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like Gabba D
Tryin' to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine
I bag dimes like my man born on August 17
Life be nuttin' but a river son I'm swimmin' upstream

Playin' wait up, with the data servin' your ears
With information due to confirmation of the nation's most
Wicked ways of livin', like them glassy eyed beans
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin' a table

Rated at the high point of the mass
Rippin' MC's at the top of a class, occasionally
Rippin' some sucker's face or some suckable ass from a girl
It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world

I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted
That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted

I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like Braille
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat
Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete

Right, so when I shine the light crabs wince
Manifestin' for the future here in the present tense
No doubt, I love the sound biggin' out off your Jeeps
Son, I want the little kids bangin' big brother beats

Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the Native Tongue in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick

Now this goes out to all area clicks
From 718 to the 51-6
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
We straight butter hits, straight butter hits

We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, perfecta
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, perfecta
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, baby
Word up

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Pease Porridge - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Pease Porridge
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): A Goodhart, David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, H Magidson, Vincent Mason, Brian Birthright, Prince Paul A Hoffman

Lyric:
Yo, gee, yo, word up, gee, man
Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man
Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time

Word up, yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
They ain't punks, man, yo man, those kids are wack man
Straight up booty, wack, yo but, yo, that Buddy
That was kind of fly, man and Potholes?, Slammin', Slammin'

Yeah, it was, word up, yo it was but forget that man, after they
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Came out with 'Plug One, Plug Two' then 'Potholes', yo
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots
(Nine days old )

Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Yeah, all right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them
(Nine days old )

My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk, the funk, funky, funky stuff I bring

My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also and also and also by some foul brothers

The pease, the pease the pease porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late but lately loonies actin' real bold
Can't sip in luxury, my apple cranberry

Girls watch and watch and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the mega mix

Yo, Miss Thing, yo Merissa, what's up?
You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?
Yo I was there and those De La kids was fightin'
Yo they was wildin', word man?

Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
The dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said somethin' about hippies, then punks
And the chubby one, Plug Three?

Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know him
All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
Real quick, think he didn't when he did and then them
Other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other

Ones, the other ones? The Violators
The Violators, right, right, throwin' chairs and they didn't care
Who they was hittin', you think they wasn't?
Yeah, I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs
Things like that, you know

Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? Yes you can
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints? I-I-I don't know

Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge
You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
Yeah but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick

But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
We kick, we kick, we kick a verse of unity
And shack and shackle steps to the beat, beat

I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road

The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled

Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoyin' pups
Throw on the Touchin' Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade in their face and kick their little butts

And off and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Lovely to the ribcage, wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
(One at a time, touch together)

Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of formulate
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Combination but look at the hoodlum tryin' to escape
(One at a time, touch together)

Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Trying to escape but he, ah, just got his ass busted
(One at a time, touch together)

People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit

The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when but when we fly that head all the people say

Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge
'Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
In my land, my people adore Porridge
And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent

And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire
And listen to our rituals and they are so violent
I don't understand, I don't understand

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot

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In A World Called Catastrophe - Lyrics - Avalanche - Matthew Good Band

Title: In A World Called Catastrophe
Album: Avalanche
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Good

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Lyric:
Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of decomposing light
In a world called catastrophe
My native tongue is blasphemy

So that's the one I'll write
And baby can you feel it?
Don't it make you want to lay down
And close your eyes?

Remember how we started
'Cause since then, I'm a waste
Since then I'm a fool
Since then I'm a dog
In a world called catastrophe
Since then I'm a waste

Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of getting up to fight
In a world called catastrophe
My native tongue is blasphemy

So it's the one I'll write
And baby can you hear it?
Don't it make you want to wake up
And open your eyes?

Remember how we started
'Cause since then, I'm a waste
Since then I'm a fool
Since then I'm a dog
In a world called catastrophe
Since then I'm a waste

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Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) - Lyrics - People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts)
Album: People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): George Clinton, J Davis, A Muhammad

Lyric:
It's a new decade
The native tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo
The usual rhythm

Devoted to the art of moving butts
The rhythm's happenin' and it's movin' up
The tribe has been on hold for much too long
Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong
On the corners, brothas bop their heads
From the high-tops to the knotty dreads
I'm a Nubian y'all, look what we did
Took the crust away from the third eye lid

Now, it's kinda open, longs to see the site
Rhythms of the tribe which is passed out right
Night after night, day after day
Questin' for the rhythms of the native tongue lay
Rhythm is the key as we open up the door
Things a b-boy has never seen before
Polyrhythmatic with a big fat boom
You have an eargasm as you start to consume

The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem
Yeah, it's from the heart 'cuz it's from the home
Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed
Call me Koala, got what you need
You're a disc jock, then jock this
Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss
If you feel uptight and you need to freak
It'll be alright once we drop this beat

I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm

Ma ma sa ah, ma ma coo sa
Gets hectic, freak a bourgeois
We quest around for the musical hard
On the avenues, streets and boulevard
Not sellin' out, that's a negative
Lovin' hip hop, lovin' heritage
Got the instinct to travel miles and miles
Gotta whole lot of room for piles and piles

Now, you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk
From the Zulu nation, toppin' all the junk
Standin' on the top like the temptations said
Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed
Read what I read, can't be better said
Tribalic motions dabble in the head
Sweetback's bad, not as bad a beat
It's a stone groove baby

Continue, on the windy road but I'm luggin' a crazy big load
Will we be on point for the ninety deck?
Is it muscle bound and will it flex?
But trudgin', we are used to
You don't quest alone, quest with a crew
We're four, once more, must make the tracks
You see four fronts but now you see four backs, backs, backs, backs
Backs, backs, backs

I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm

I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm

I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
...

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Hip Hop - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Hip Hop
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Gabriel Jackson, Dante Beze, David Axelrod, Michael Axelrod, Joseph Kirkland

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Lyric:
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on, y'all let's rock this
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days

Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add minister, subtract the wack selector
Wheel it back, I'm feelin' that
Ha, ha, ha, from the core to the perimeter black
You know the motto, stay fluid even in staccato

Mos Def, full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speakin' in the native tongue

I got my eyes on tomorrow, there it is
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently, shine so vibrantly
That eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips

Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base line, switch
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammunition
Chi, chi, chi, pow

Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Puttin' food on your plate, many crews can relate
Who choosin' your fate, yo, we went from pickin' cotton
To chain gang line choppin', to Be Boppin', to Hip Hoppin'
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watchin'

Where ya at? I'm high, low, east, west, all over your map
I'm gettin' big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock the fair weather friends flock
When your chart position drop then the phone calls

Chill for a minute, let's see who else tops
Snatch your shelf spot, don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement, ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits
Luxury tenements chokin' the skyline
It's low life gettin' tree top high

Here there's a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory, A class E felony
Facin' the death penalty, hungh
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unaccredited

The break beats you get broken with
On time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from sellin' crack to smokin' it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B Boys gettin' busy

The war time snap shot
The workin' man's jack pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black glock

Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops, woo
It's all city like phase two, Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you, do whatever you say do
But black, it can't save you

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B Boys Will B Boys - Lyrics - Black Star - Blackstar

Title: B Boys Will B Boys
Album: Black Star
Artist: Blackstar
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Green, Dante Smith, G Young

Lyric:
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo
Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down
So we can speed it up y'all
Right now I want everybody come to the front
That's right, move forward
I want all the poppers and the breakers to form this circle
I want all the poppers and the breakers
The writers and the exciters to get in this circle
And make it real live, yo
'Coz I'm seein' too many stars up in here tonight, yo
I'm seein' the Rock Steady Crew

I'm seein' Ken Swift, I'm seein' Mr. Wiggles
I'm seein' Modesho, I'm seein' Crazy Legs
Man, I'm seein' the Zulu Nation up in here
I'm seein' the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow
Menelik, I'm seein' G-ology, Shawn J. Period
Man, this the Black Star movement
Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live
For the B Boys and B Girls universally
Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe
Rock Steady New York, yo, we just gonna keep it live
All over the world, get live

Party people, in the place to be
My name is Talib Kweli
Yo, I got my man on the side of me
Mos Def-initely and we are

(Fresh)
Black Star
(Fresh)
G Young
(Fresh)
Hi-Tek
(Fresh)
Native Tongue

(Fresh)
Shawn J.
(Fresh)
Eighty-eight
(Fresh)
Ninety-eight
We 'bout to motivate, come on y'all

Here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who was put on hold
They tried to stop the goal
We on a spiritual plane
Tried to kill the pride
And destroy the name
We just two bad brothers
Who will never quit

I'm Mos Def
Kweli
We the ultimate
Make sure that you tell
Everybody you know
To get on line
Take a ride
To the Black Star show

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

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Afro Connections At A Hi 5 - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Afro Connections At A Hi 5
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts
Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
Look up to, that fell the fuck off
And now they doing all that R'n'B sh
You mean Rhthym and Blues?
No, rappin' bullsh

Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough

And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff, then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a super ho
That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second

I keep a level head and stay down to earth
'Cause I've been an Afro since birth
Yeah, now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
You niggas cheat me, well who's that!
My breath never smells wack

I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
Yo, gee, this track is stack and you know that

I do three flips when a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold ear locks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue's thick

Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
'Cause connection with the Afro is real

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self

With the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't understand

The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibi dibi dit

My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
My favorite pork chops and plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the Poppa but the connections are still a high-five

Let's get busy

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True Nature - Lyrics - Strays - Janes Addiction

Title: True Nature
Album: Strays
Artist: Janes Addiction
Composer(s): Martyn Lenoble, Dave Navarro, Stephen Perkins, Bob Ezrin, Perry Farrell

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Lyric:
Here we go

Power tripping, your luck is switched
Oh, so now it's funny
When it's your turn is to laugh
Go poke the running joke

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
Man, your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Porn chick calls herself a therapist, baby
Call it what it is
All the money in the world
We'll go to war, you backward hero's

Come to rescue you
Just to lien on you
With interests soaring
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Motherfucker do you really care?
Motherfucker do you really care?

Please believe
We live and breathe
Through native tongue and poetry
All these years and we believed, yeah

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
So your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

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Echodyne Harmonic - Lyrics - Sparta

Title: Echodyne Harmonic
Artist: Sparta
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Pablo Hinojos, Matthaeus Guenthe Miller, Tony Hajjar

Lyric:
They say it takes a ring of gold, to fix the outer shell
So hold on until they return
Enslave the native tongue, to mind their freedom out
So hold on and don't give in

Our world is only what we're told
How do we know?

Life spans thousand years have gone, but just a minute above
So hold on until they return
Sheltered thoughts and fears, if they claim what's theirs
So hold on and don't give in

Our world is only what we're told
How do we know?
Our world is only what we're told
How do we know?

So hold on, so hold on
So hold on, so hold on, so hold on

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B Boys Will B Boys - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: B Boys Will B Boys
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Green, Dante Smith, G Young

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Lyric:
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo
Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down
So we can speed it up y'all
Right now I want everybody come to the front
That's right, move forward
I want all the poppers and the breakers to form this circle
I want all the poppers and the breakers
The writers and the exciters to get in this circle
And make it real live, yo
'Coz I'm seein' too many stars up in here tonight, yo
I'm seein' the Rock Steady Crew

I'm seein' Ken Swift, I'm seein' Mr. Wiggles
I'm seein' Modesho, I'm seein' Crazy Legs
Man, I'm seein' the Zulu Nation up in here
I'm seein' the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow
Menelik, I'm seein' G-ology, Shawn J. Period
Man, this the Black Star movement
Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live
For the B Boys and B Girls universally
Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe
Rock Steady New York, yo, we just gonna keep it live
All over the world, get live

Party people, in the place to be
My name is Talib Kweli
Yo, I got my man on the side of me
Mos Def-initely and we are

(Fresh)
Black Star
(Fresh)
G Young
(Fresh)
Hi-Tek
(Fresh)
Native Tongue

(Fresh)
Shawn J.
(Fresh)
Eighty-eight
(Fresh)
Ninety-eight
We 'bout to motivate, come on y'all

Here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who was put on hold
They tried to stop the goal
We on a spiritual plane
Tried to kill the pride
And destroy the name
We just two bad brothers
Who will never quit

I'm Mos Def
Kweli
We the ultimate
Make sure that you tell
Everybody you know
To get on line
Take a ride
To the Black Star show

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

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Tv Show - Lyrics - Martha Wainwright - Martha Wainwright

Title: Tv Show
Album: Martha Wainwright
Artist: Martha Wainwright
Composer(s): Martha Wainwright

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Lyric:
I'm not such a good lover
I'm a better talker
So when you touch me there
I'm scared that you'll see
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I don't love myself

And there are things these days
That can help you through a phase
Like food and health and fear
I prefer the beer
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself

Oh when the cityscape is born
From the ocean floor
It speaks its native tongue
Physical, subliminal
Not the way that it left you cold
But the way that you left yourself

And the moon falls from the earth
And the sun, it fills it's girth
And I know we'll go howl at the night, oh howl at the night
But still the sun will not hide our fight, oh hide our fight

Oh, I laugh a lot but that's just a plot
I found a way to make the night stay
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself

It was Oprah, on the TV show
She told me so
It was Oprah, on the TV show
She told me so

Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I love myself

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Oodles Of O'S - Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

Title: Oodles Of O'S
Album: De La Soul Is Dead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicouer, Vincent Mason, Tom Waits, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister, you get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex, some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter and tally, off I go
Canoeing in the river or out into the O
You just know we're not, so not play the role
Some are lovey-dovey, you crazy crow
Some shake your hand but
This is called The Show

I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world 'cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's and guys, oh for sure
Where they rose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well, here's how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigger but now an Afro

Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of
Oh

Last of the fast pied pipers at the door
In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol
Native is the tongue that speaks the Guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow

Oodles of O's has the Hoo's in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows
Mase got something to say and it goes
Maseo is rockin' on the radio

Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
Oh, shit

Hoods like to play macho, ya know
Guns goin' bo, people hit the floor
Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to quest
And my fellow jungle bro's

Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
What's the reason to be cheerful?
Season is breeze, time to pimp promo
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh
Dredlock is heading out the door y'all

We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all

We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles

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Os - Masquerade - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Masquerade
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Brereton, Russell Klyne

Lyric:
One two
See this?
Right here this is heat
Yo, yo, massive massive

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

When I feel the way of my lost innocence
Looking for emotions that are fallacy
Everything is waiting on that dominance
Hoping for new opuses and alibis

And I'm with you, ohh
If I could starve from falling
And I bet you, ohh silenced the
Voices in your head but there's no place to go

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade

I sit back with the microphone watchin' these MC's turn to actors
Producin' all the factors that flip life, into a masquerade
We like a bunch of mannequins battery operated, inoculated
With five sentences connect us to the Earth
Rich sinners since the days of my birth
For what it's worth, dissuaded love
I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat down
Let's meditate and feel the heat now

Like beautiful rain, on the desert plain
'Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak sound
I break it down, to elements H2O
A place to go, that you can't escape the flow
Does not exist, I love the truth so I persist
Intelligent men? Or just Gorillas in the Mist
Clenchin' a black fist, for the size of dollar bill
I leave the space so you can think about it now so just chill

There's something
There's something deep in
There's something
There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

Black shit, ration, tryin' to step up
But they can't even cash it, kick that shit

{First saved message
In this venture, nothing gained, I've only just touched the surface
Once nervous, when writing for a worthless purpose
It was once more than this, before the heart left the beat
The soul left the speech, I'm still trying to reach
My niche, and teach the love again inside the hate of a present day
Got stepped after, being genuine we're swept away}

{Before the importance of diamonds, bells
And a platinum place, fallen from grace
Not my campus with another trace
Of the same thing I came in, this thing is worth saving
Standing in the pockets holding tongues of what I'm saying
Blaming myself only for supporting what they're playing}

{I may peek through the storm, but now it's raining
Unchanging of late, it's hard to be creative
Although creating is native to me, I tried to be
Even patience couldn't save it, from the days of pages
They couldn't believe I would say this
No longer without wings, Kamau is what my name is}

{Too many undermine, what I underline
Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes
It was a creation of frustration
Brown bricks or blank slates
Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
It was the sound of the evening, the way the day grew late
Words tumble from lungs over my tongue
And gave a new taste to my fate}

{It doesn't even matter how the chatter would paint us
With love on our side they could barely stand against us
Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, what's goin' down?
Um I got your message, and uh yeah
Basically call me back and tell me
Sorry about the length of the message, but you know
You feelin' it? Aight man peace
End of message}

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Pray A Little Faster - Lyrics - Frank Black

Title: Pray A Little Faster
Artist: Frank Black
Composer(s): Charles Thompson

Lyric:
Breath deep and fill your lungs
In your native or in your second tongue
Pig-Latin or pigeon
Just get religion

Pray a little faster
Come on, pray a little faster
Pray a little faster
We got too far to run

Forget about the girls and forget about the boys
Turn off the TV and put away your toys
You can't do what you want to do
So get out your voodoo

Come on, pray a little faster
Pray a little faster
Pray a little faster
We got too far to run

Pray to the trees, pray to the sun
And if you don't believe, pray to the alien
Look up to heaven, yeah
And turn it upto 11

Come on, pray a little faster
Pray a little faster
Pray a little faster
We got too far to run

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