New Coat Of Paint - Lyrics - Greatest Hits, Vol. 2 - Bob Seger

Title: New Coat Of Paint
Album: Greatest Hits, Vol. 2
Artist: Bob Seger
Composer(s): Tom Waits

Lyric:
Let's put a new coat of paint
On this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, set 'em up
We'll be knockin' 'em down

You wear a dress babe
I'll wear a tie, we'll laugh
At that old bloodshot moon
In that burgundy sky

All our scribbled love dreams
Lost or thrown away
Never miss the shuffle
On an overflowin' day

When love needs a transfusion
Shoot it full of wine
Fishin' for a good time
Starts with throwin' in your line

Let's put a new coat of paint
On this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, set 'em up
We'll be knockin' 'em down

You wear a dress babe
I'll wear a tie, we'll laugh
At that old bloodshot moon
In that burgundy sky

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Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts - Lyrics - Joan Baez

Title: Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts
Artist: Joan Baez
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standing in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room, "Set ?em up for everyone", he said
Then everyone commenced to do what
They've been doin' before he moved their heads
He walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Would you kindly tell me, Mister, what time the show begins?"
He moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens and she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were fillin' up and the window was open wide
The gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin' oh, so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and his silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and his silver cane
They were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"I'm sorry, darlin', that I'm late", but he didn't seem to hear
He was staring into space over at the Jack of Hearts

Well, I know I've seen that face somewhere
Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet
And the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew up the Jack of Hearts

Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She had that certain something
It was a kind of a flash every time she smiled
She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life who took her everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drilling in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothin? could ever come between Lily and the king
No, nothing ever could except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife
She'd done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily took her dress off, buried it away
"Has your luck run out", she laughed at him
"I guess you must've known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive and you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny goin' on, I know, I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunk
And the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
But there was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

Lily had her arms around the man that she dearly loved to touch
She forgot all about the man she hated, who hounded her so much
"I've missed you so", she said to him and he thought she was sincere
But in the hallway he felt jealousy and fear
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts

Well, no one knew the circumstance
But they say it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
And Big Jim was standin' there, you couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down and the boys finally made it through the wall
Cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
And in the darkness of the riverbed, they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts

Well, the next day was hangin' day
And the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober, Lord, he hadn't had a drink
And the only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts

Well, the cabaret was quiet now and a sign said, 'Closed for repair'
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinkin' 'bout her father whom she very rarely saw
Thinkin' about Rosemary and thinkin' about the law
But most of all she was thinkin' about the Jack of Hearts

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Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts - Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Title: Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts
Album: Blood On The Tracks
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall

The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone" he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin'
Before he turned their heads

Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair

Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine

With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown

She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late" but he didn't seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf

But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do
She had that certain flash every time she smiled

She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind

It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife

She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily took her dress off, buried it away
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him
"Well, I guess you must have known it would someday"

"Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on" he said
"I can just feel it in the air"

He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance
But they say that it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked

And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down, the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe
It's said that they got off with quite a haul

In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts

The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back

And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair

She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law
But most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts

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Lily, Rosemary, And The Jack Of Hearts - Lyrics - Tom Russell

Title: Lily, Rosemary, And The Jack Of Hearts
Artist: Tom Russell
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room
"Set it up for everyone", he said
Then everyone commenced to do
What they were doin' before he turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were fillin' up the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin' you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry darlin' that I'm late", but he didn't seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I've seen that face before", Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet
And the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

Lily was a princess she was fair skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do she had
That certain flash every time she smiled
She'd come away from a broken home had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife
She had done a lot of bad things even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin' to the future riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily washed her face took her dress off and buried it away
"Has your luck run out?", she laughed at him
"Well I guess you must have known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch
She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand
Who hounded her so much
"I've missed you so" she said to him and he felt she was sincere
But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance but they say
That it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
And Big Jim was standin' there ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts

The next day was hangin' day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink
The hangin' judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now a sign said "Closed for repair"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinkin' 'bout her father who she very rarely saw
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law
But most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts

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The Color Of Your Smile - Lyrics - Night Ranger

Title: The Color Of Your Smile
Artist: Night Ranger
Composer(s): Jack Blades

Lyric:
I can't believe
That I survived til Friday
I grab my coat
And make a run for where I
Hide and dream and lie all afternoon

I call you up
Although you work on Sunday
I'm not accustomed to a lonely afternoon
Inside my room
Is it the same with you?

It's just the color of your smile
Oh, it's the color of your smile
You know, you knock my senses out
With the color of your smile

I love to see you
When you're tired and worn out
It doesn't matter if you paint by numbers
All your colors move like a lonely moon

And I'm aware
Of all the friends you've gone through
A situation that convinces me
I'm cool on price
But short on my nights with you

It's just the color of your smile
Oh, it's the color of your smile
You know, you knock my senses out
With the color of your smile

The color of your smile
Oh, it's the color of your smile
You know, you knock my senses out
With the color of your smile

Not even talkin' 'bout a new sensation
Not even sayin' how I've been mistaken
Well, I'll be here
When you return from your holiday

Never had a tougher situation
Lot of trouble with your reputation
I think, I'll go and take a well deserved holiday
Oh yeah

I can't believe that we survived 'til Friday
I'll grab our coats
And make a run for where we
Hide and dream and lie and scream
And hide and dream all day

Oh, it's the color of your smile
You know, you knock my senses out
With the color of your smile

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Z - Renagade - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Renagade
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Marshall Iii Mathers, Luis Resto, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'
What I do through and through and I give you the news
With a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been afraid, I penetrate pop culture
Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they

Pop toasters and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No, he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths
Stuck in they ways, just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth, you lose your tie and your shirt, yeah

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude Ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again and you get embarrased
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued
To the stereo 'cause here we go he's Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Doo-rag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home

Could not stress to me I wasn't grown 'specially on nights
I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today

See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin' Dixie
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' this butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a muh'fuckin'

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

Renegade
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
At any given time of day 'cause I'm a
Renegade
Never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything
Anything, anything

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Jacob Green - Lyrics - At Osteraker Prison - Johnny Cash

Title: Jacob Green
Album: At Osteraker Prison
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): John R Cash

Lyric:
Jacob Green got busted for possession
Next morning early he appeared in court
But he was sent to jail to wait to be trialed at some later date
Next morning early, there came a sad report

At the jail they took away his clothes to shame him
And to make sure Jacob Green had no pride left
They cut of all his hair today they found him hanging there
Afraid to face the day he killed himself

It happened yesterday and if you turn your head away
Somewhere in some dirty hole the scene will be rerun
Not only Jacob Green, but many more you've never seen

It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob Green got done
It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob Green got done

Jacob's father hired a team of lawyers
Inspections and long inquiries were held
The sheriff then retired and the papers said two guards were fired
They put a brand new coat of paint on Jacob's cell

But like a tomb that looks so white and shiny
Inside you'll find corruption never seen
And somewhere out there tonight in a dirty cell without a light
There will be locked up another Jacob Green

It happened yesterday and if you turn your head away
Somewhere in some dirty hole the scene will be rerun
Not only Jacob Green, but many more you've never seen

It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob Green got done
It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob Green got done

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Renegade - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Renegade
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Marshall Iii Mathers, Luis Resto

Lyric:
Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'

What I do through and through and I give you the news
With a twist, it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid, I penetrate pop culture
Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they

Pop toasters and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies, niggaz crotched over
Mommy's knocked up, 'cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown, when Child Support knocked

No, he's not around now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth, you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it

Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict like you didn't experiment?

Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again and you get embarrassed
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do, so stay tuned
And keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go he's jigga joint jigga chk jigga
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss My Ass

It's just a renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk
About anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler
About anything, anything, anything, anything

I had to hustle my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Doo-rag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefter often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home

Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up

Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the King of these latter day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist

But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today

See, it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin' Dixie
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons
Take a bath with the Catholics in holy water
No wonder they try to hold me under longer

I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers

'Cause I'm a muh'fuckin' renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler about
Anything, anything, anything, anything

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Apartment 223 - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Apartment 223
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mayhew Thornton

Lyric:
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home
The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell
There is nobody home

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes on
You will learn
Christian no Hebrew on the balcony I see you
The devils coffin with corpse of course
In a mental state earthquake
Schizophrenic eatin' Campbell's soup
Takin a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered the confetti hell gate
On the pee floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin
I'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you goddamn
Right I'm goin back again

Fuck the drinks on the table
While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that's four dead
Look behind your fuckin' back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, extream pressure
Teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With hoods like Dracula
I walk in back of ya
Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds
Drink Absolute bottles and bottles, while you tryin'
To fuck with the most exotic models

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

As you see the sign, beware of animals
A fuckin wild habitat
My living room is the wilderness with spots on
My carpet
Practicing my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to your career
Set you on fire in a leather chair
Using charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin' Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
Your black asses, with stocking caps I reach
I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a cardboard box
Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can't hear you with a dead body tied near you
It's hot, I 'm drinkin' soda with a tech-9 sprayin'
Your fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I pull quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
Your dick
With an extra clip I move your torso
Spit on you hips

With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major
With my sneakers stompin' on your pager
With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose
Bossy
Fuck the critics I press your back
Steam burn through your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with
Tide soap in the Laundromat you witness the killing
Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
Hat, took a cab to Hawthorne
I know where he's goin'
You can't hide in an empty apartment with a mattress
And no protection, with a New York psycho
Bombshells in the Hollywood section
I'm pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin
Let me in

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare
Kickin' in your intestines like Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
And a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the electric window, piss on
Your fenders
With my umbrella up like the Avengers
Plead guilty in court bring glocks through security
X-rays going for the worlds record
Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers
With blood Polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
On the dirty ass terrace
Bones in 'frigerators spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if your jealous
Gather crackers with flowers around 'em
Keep you eyes around 'em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission
Open up your shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin' my bread and Sauerkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammad don't (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I taste real humans
On my fork

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
Apartment 223, I'm very hungry

You do not see anything on the table? Well wait until I get the box

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The Influence - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: The Influence
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Paich, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops
Grab the mike so you don't react
The double X polo shirt with the hat to match
In fact, we verbally vibrate your track

Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments
Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments
The question is this will they return with the hot shit
Or keep it on the low flow?

Yo, and for you confused bastards, tuna the blues master
Quick to grab the mike, crews fast and sound clashing
Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected
Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected

I don't sip on brew, so this bud's for you
Speak when spoken to whenever you come through
My vibes fill you, internal revenue
You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot

'Cause a lot of these kids think that commercial
Is rocking fly suits and jewelry
But we can rock shows with no rehearsal
With the rebels of rhythm and unity

Yeah, cause I'm nice, smooth, hard as a bone
Since I pick up the microphone I'm hotter than brimstone
The razor sharp crossbow accurate
We drop the multi verbal milligram supplement

Plus in bed, theological word advance
Been too legit to quit before the hammer pants
The parent to the pen converts words to song
Stay blacker than the new year Harlem renaissance

No comp, we paint a darker picture, in your sector
Perfect verbal architecture, sparking lectures
Lyrics infectious, fuck your Lexus
If you ain't giving God the praise then it's useless

Like when MC's try to make hits and them shits flop
Running races like they was Penelope pit stop
Develop these hits rock bottom, the disk jock got 'em
Souped up, but his rhyme is beating his loops up

Like dah dah
(Like dah dah)
Bah dee dee dee dah dah
(Bah dee dee dee dah dah)
Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee
(Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah)

I can see clearly now, top of the pile with my style
Check the profile, it shifts like sundial
Crisp like young smiles, we rip and run wild
Intent to rock crowds, some bite like rot-wilds

Your game is disconnected, misdirected
Disrespected, when we come in, expect some next shit
The J U R A, classical forte
Get low down & dirty like the inner Moray

My heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life
Soldier of composure up under the street light
The coat style, prototype, professional
Media light shine bright

Now kill all the bullshit, cheap talk and lip service
Jealousy and envy and undertone cursed in your verses
Serve the purpose of a nigga living nervous
Unsure and uncertain but about to short circuit

Like dah dah
(Like dah dah)
Bah dee dee dee dah dah
(Bah dee dee dee dah dah)
Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee
(Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah)

Like dah dah
(Like dah dah)
Bah dee dee dee dah dah
(Bah dee dee dee dah dah)
Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee
(Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah)

Hey yo my gift of gab should be sold in bags
Boost up the price tag, make a wack rapper mad
Rely on my right side, securing our tape tight
Tasty tangibles to your mandible and clavicle

Yo, easily tuna be, cleverly swelling my treasury
Vocal pedigree for you critics who try to measure me
But easily I'm about to run you down my resume
Had a bundle of struggle from birth to my present day

Yo, your love don't compute, perhaps you need a boost
A magical flute, some nose candy to toot
Before you get loose, express and tear the roof
You claim you got the juice, but you lame and out the loop

So I associated myself with fossilized figures
Crack the summer sizzler, hit the real live niggas
My influence is gunshots and trauma units
Street trends, with material word friends

Like dah dah
(Like dah dah)
Bah dee dee dee dah dah
(Bah dee dee dee dah dah)
Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee
(Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah)

Like dah dah
(Like dah dah)
Bah dee dee dee dah dah
(Bah dee dee dee dah dah)
Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee
(Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah)

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Marshall Mathers - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Marshall Mathers
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars
Get the fuck out of here

You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets

And amidst all this Crist poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?

New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'ma love it

Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me"

I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer

Fagot to dope and silent gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out

After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road, South of 10

And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim anus you damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
It is fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?

The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC get bizzy

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress

Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your, fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins

A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house

And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Here, double XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

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Human Being - Lyrics - The Spaghetti Incident? - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Human Being
Album: The Spaghetti Incident?
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders, David Johansen

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well if you don't like it go ahead find yourself a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy who's gonna be what I ain't?
What you need is a plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madness?
And always act so quaint and may be oh yeah

Well a it's your new friend
You're really making a scene and I've seen you
Bouncing in around from machine to machine
But you know that they're never really, never really what they seem
And you can count on generate some warmth
Then you'll see just what I mean oh baby, baby, baby yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

Won't you give me a little sip
Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you try try to give me something that I'll never ever forget
But now could you blow it all on a million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it on a bet that you've had yet
Oh baby baby, oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
You're tryin' to cover up a big disgrace
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Well I may think that this whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type your mad about funny little thing that I see
But I can colour that with history, and make it just what I want it to be
Well I'm blowin' my change on the fan magazines
With all the Hollywood refugees oh baby baby oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a, I'm a human being

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Salute To A Switchblade - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Salute To A Switchblade
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
Me and Yates an army buddy o'mine
Were doin' three years in Germany at the time
We came upon these Frauleins in the bar
Yates said, "Darf isch zee be-gleit-en?", they said "Ya"
And 'Darf isch zee be-gleit-en means?', 'Can we sit with you all?'

Oh we must have drunk ten quarts of German beer
My conscience and my sinuses were clear
I asked that Fraulein if she was a spy
She said, "Nein but do bis ain bissel high"
A condition not uncommon to the American soldier

Well, later on I went to be excused
When I returned I was a bit confused
Yates and his Fraulein had hit the air
Another guy was sittin' in my chair
A young soldier whom we shall get to know better

I said, "Excuse me mister that's my seat
I'd like to have it back sir if you please
That girl's a nurse and I've been awful sick"
The man looked up at me and said, "Mox-nix"
Which means that he was not overly concerned with my health

Next thing I knew he had a switchblade knife
Oh Lord, I didn't know that Fraulein was his wife
I took off through that Gasthaus like a fool
Behind me I heard the crashing stools
As the police would say, he was in hot pursuit

Well, the waitress yelled there's MPs on the way
That's one more reason I didn't want to stay
As I went out the window somethin' went switch
And I giggled all the way home knowin' he missed
At the time it seemed like a laughing matter

But next morning my coat was lyin' there on the bunk
And when I saw that coat it made me jump
That man had cut my coat right down the back
A little bit more and they'd been playin' me taps
And knowin' the sad nature of that song I would decline it

Well, later on I heard that guy got stabbed
They sent him home and didn't that make me glad
On love and marriage I want to say one thing
Oh lady, if you're married wear that ring
And the army has a new policy if you can't move it, paint it
If it has a switchblade knife, salute it
Not necessarily an incident one would want to write mother about
Germany being full of good soldiers and good people

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