New Time And Age - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: New Time And Age
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): Daniel Marley, David Marley

Lyric:
People put yourself together now, yu nuh
Mek life a lickle betta, prosper
Come in, new time and age this
Not time for loafing, watch it

People did you hear, new time and age
New time and day
And the children too, new time and age
New time and day

So put away all your mistakes of yesterday
Come again, try and make new friend
We're going forward 'til you top, you top, you never stop
Going forward, me say you feel the beat
You feel it drop

Ne time and age
Liberate my people now
New time and day
New time and age
New time and day

The sixties was rough, the seventies was tough
The eighties were corrupt
The nineties must be the time of change
Get your mind together, don't watch the weather
It's not the end, tell you people got to do
A lot of other things yeah

New time and age
Live it up, live it up, live it up
New time and day
New time and age
The struggle go on
New time and day

Struggle for you, struggle for you
Struggle for you, independence
Struggle for you, struggle for you
Struggle for you freedom
Struggle for you, struggle for you
Struggle for you spread along now
Struggle for you

Well it's a new time and age
Fulfill prophecy, new time and day
New time and age
A mean no wait no more
New time and day

Today everything is so copacetic
Tomorrow you sad and blue
Tell me what does it profit people
To speak of and not do

New time and age
Hey, tell it to the people
New time and day
And the children too, new time and age
Everyone got something to do
New time and day

New time and age
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
New time, new time
New time, new time and age
New time, new time
New time, new time and day

New time and age
New time and day
New time and age
New time and day

New time, new time
New time, new time and age
New time, new time
New time, new time and day

New time and age
New time and day
New time and day

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The Update - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: The Update
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): M Nishita, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Mario Caldato, Mike Diamond

Lyric:
Well I can hear the trumpets blowing, screaming out the end of time
Look around and listen and you'll see every sign
The waters are polluted as the forests are cut down
Bombing and drilling deep below the ground

Check the prophecies from around the world
And look around now as it all unfurls
Look into yourself and see what goes on
Get a feeling in your heart of the right from wrong

Because the earth needs to be respected
Been far from too long that she's been neglected
Race against race, such a foolish waste
It's like cutting off your nose to spit your face

And at the end of the wars, what was the cost?
It's clear that the earth was the one who lost
We are one with her as she is one with us
It's unreal how she is treated so unjust

As our planet grows smaller each and every day
Everyone affecting everyone in every way
We're all citizens of the world community
All here together and we're searching for unity

Over the years, I've grown and changed so much
Things I know now years ago, I couldn't touch
There are things I've done that I wouldn't do again
But I'm glad that I did 'cause I've learned from them
I just try to stay present right here, right now
No worries, no fears and without any doubts

It's about time, it's about time, it's about time
It's about time, it's about time

'Cause in these times, these changing times
A transition is occurring and I am not blind
As the pendulum swings a new age we enter
And with every swing, it draws closer to the center

Yes the storm before the calm and the wars that lead to love
Things must run their course so we push and we shove
But we're here to work it out in one way or another
To find a mutual respect for ourselves and one another

And the true key is a trust in self
For when I trust myself, I fear no one else
I took control of my life, just as anyone can
And I want everyone to see it's in the palm of your hand

Yeah, the past is gone, the future yet unborn
But right here and now is where it all goes on
I know we can fix it and it's not too late
I give respect to King and his nonviolent ways

I dream and I hope and I won't forget
Someday I'm going to visit on a free Tibet
Someday I'm going to see us all joined as one
And it would be too bad to blow it up before we're done

'Cause we long behind the rage learning from the pain
The love behind the tension like the sun behind the rain
I'm sending loving light to all that is
To all creation and the life we live
I'm not preaching bullshit, just speaking my mind
'Cause I'm here now and it's about time

It's about time, it's about time, it's about time
It's about time, it's about time

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It'S Too Late To Change The Time - Lyrics - Jackson 5

Title: It'S Too Late To Change The Time
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Pam Sawyer, Leon Ware

Lyric:
Too late
Too late
Too late

In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
(Gone, gone)
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same

And it's too late, too late to change the time
Well, it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late to change your mind
(Too late)

It's a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken
Is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturer's sastified never
In a world full of crime
I can't let you think that right

And it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too to change your mind
(Too late)
No, no

So you wanna be a star ?
(So you wanna be a star?)
I already think you are
(Ah think you are)
You don't have to go further
Than my loving arms

And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late to change your mind
(Too late)

Are you sure you wanna go to New York City?
(New York City)
Where girls make it big if they're pretty
(If they pretty)
Let's say you get that penthouse view
But who's gonna love you the way I do
(Just the way I do)

It's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late to change your mind
(Too late)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's too late, too late to change the time
It's too late, too late to change the time
Oh, too late, too late to change the time
But, it's not too late to change your mind
(Too late)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Too late, too late

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It'S Too Late To Change The Time - Lyrics - Michael Jackson

Title: It'S Too Late To Change The Time
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Pam Sawyer, Leon Ware

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Lyric:
Too Late
Too Late
Too Late

In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same

And it's too late, too late to change the time
Well it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind

It's a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken, is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturer's sastified never
In a world full of crime
I can't let you think that's right

And it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind
No, no

So you wanna be a star (so you wanna be a star)
You are who you think you are (ah think you are)
You don't have to go further
Than my loving arms

And it's too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind

Are you sure you wanna go to New York City (New York City)
Where girls make it big if they're pretty (If they pretty)
Let say you get that penthouse view
But who's gonna love you the way I do (just the way I do)

It's too late, too late to change the time
And it's too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's too late, too late to change the time
It's too late, too late to change the time
Ooh, too late, too late to change the time
But it's not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Maybe One Day - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Maybe One Day
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Buckwild Rachid Lonnie Lynn, M Dixon, Al Green

Lyric:
One to the, to the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time as we do it like this, yeah
Grand Puba, common sense

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all love y'all, it's all love y'all
It's all love y'all, what you say?
Nigga

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Now I can't stress this enough, life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit just for you to get a little bit
Born into existence where your existence is non-existent
But your persistence overcomes their resistance

Your daily mechanism is your defense
Whether it be past or present tense, don't be dense
I'm droppin' this with common sense as we linger on into the darkness
Poisoned by society where high-anxiety is just one variety

Hatin' each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just spit
My duty is to save my people from all of this shit
And if I can get somethin' for doin' that then I'm gon' get and I won't quit

My ways and action manifest in my way of thinkin'
I just can't stand around and do nothin'
While my people sinkin', I told you that I stay true
And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do

So maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Grand Pu, I'ma do, what I gotta do, when I can do
It's one for all like Brand Nubian, feedin' the multitudes
Of five loaves, dead men walkin' with lost souls
Some say the games are strange, our ways have been tribal

Since the days of Kemet, now displayed on Bennett
Revolution's like a pussy, I'm tryin' to stay up in it
And our music is a message, though some is afraid to send it
I don't know much about the new world order

II know I got a new daughter, direction and protection
I must provide for her, the moral of the story I'm building
Like O D B say, "We for the children"

Nike make a killin' off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that
You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that?
We try to escape the mix tapes, rims and weed sack
And to the new age, they say the women's gonna lead that, so

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Oh say it ain't so
It ain't so
My peoples at a all time low
Double oh Pu'
Nowadays we doin' anything for dough
For the dough doe

Don't you know that knowledge is the note
What?
Know the ledge, don't hit the edge
The negativity pulls us down like gravity
Yup

Devilish ways and actions poisons us like a cavity
Yes sir
As we send this one throughout our whole proximity
Grand Pu' and common strive to come together

In this era of prepaid calling cards, I roll with squads called the Gods
Ignorance is at large, struggles in our backyard
I slap box with life and see we wasn't that hard
Long as you got God, even got gramps off lah

It's stray lies and bullets directed, to lead the village
Of lies disconnected like ghetto phones
Fuck a search through a magazine for better homes
It ain't gonna happen till the devil's gone with the breeze
And niggas get off they knees so

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Black folk come on
Black people come on, come on, oh, oh yeah

Black people come on, I said
Black folk come on
Black people come on
Black people come on
Black people come on, I said
Black folk come on

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Z - Coming Of Age - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Coming Of Age
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Rodney Franklin, Noland Wallace Webster Shawn Carter, Kent James Mtume, Bonne

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Lyric:
Yeah
Come experience, life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions, well, y'all know the actions

Uh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin' my rocks
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin'
To honies hawkin', I'm the hottest nigga in New York

And I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
He wanna run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
Then it's just enough for re-up again

I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's
To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace
That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael
Where I'm from, just them niggaz who bounce from a gun

We out here trying to make hard white into cold green
I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
Plus, I can relive my days of youth which is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

I'm out here slingin' bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up
In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
I'm out here servin' disturbin' the peace, life could be better
Like my man reclined in plush leather seats

He's sellin' weight, I'm sellin' eight balls
Sixteen tryin' to graduate to pushin' quarters y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him I'm-a let him come to me
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see

I'm tired of bein' out here 'round the clock
And breakin' day, and chasin' crackers up the block for my pay
I'm stayin' fresh, so chickens check
I'm tryin' to step up to the next level, pushin' Vettes to the Jets

Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibrium
And stunned I'm waitin' for my day to come
I got the urge to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence
Just give me the word

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

Hey, fella I been watchin' you clockin
Who me holdin' down this block it ain't nothin'
You the man nigga, now stop frontin'
Ha ha, I like your style

Nah, I like Yo' style
Let's drive around awhile
Cool nigga
Here's a thou'

A G? I ride witchu for free
I want the longterm riches and bitches
Have it all, now listen to me
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame
Ten thou' or a hundred G, keep yo' shit the same

On the low?
Yeah, the only way to blow
You let your shit bubble quietly
And then you blow

Hey keep your cool
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
Then you play your cards
Then he through dealin' I understand
Don't blow your dough on hotties

The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts
And won't break 'em for nobody
Hah, I like your resume, pick a day, you can start
From now until death do us part

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

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Z - Coming Of Age (Da Sequel) - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Coming Of Age (Da Sequel)
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Rodney Franklin, Noland Wallace Webster Shawn Carter, Kent James Mtume, Bonne

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Lyric:
Yeah
Come experience, life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions, well, y'all know the actions

Uh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin' my rocks
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin'
To honies hawkin', I'm the hottest nigga in New York

And I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
He wanna run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
Then it's just enough for re-up again

I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's
To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace
That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael
Where I'm from, just them niggaz who bounce from a gun

We out here trying to make hard white into cold green
I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
Plus, I can relive my days of youth which is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

I'm out here slingin' bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up
In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
I'm out here servin' disturbin' the peace, life could be better
Like my man reclined in plush leather seats

He's sellin' weight, I'm sellin' eight balls
Sixteen tryin' to graduate to pushin' quarters y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him I'm-a let him come to me
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see

I'm tired of bein' out here 'round the clock
And breakin' day, and chasin' crackers up the block for my pay
I'm stayin' fresh, so chickens check
I'm tryin' to step up to the next level, pushin' Vettes to the Jets

Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibrium
And stunned I'm waitin' for my day to come
I got the urge to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence
Just give me the word

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

Hey, fella I been watchin' you clockin
Who me holdin' down this block it ain't nothin'
You the man nigga, now stop frontin'
Ha ha, I like your style

Nah, I like Yo' style
Let's drive around awhile
Cool nigga
Here's a thou'

A G? I ride witchu for free
I want the longterm riches and bitches
Have it all, now listen to me
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame
Ten thou' or a hundred G, keep yo' shit the same

On the low?
Yeah, the only way to blow
You let your shit bubble quietly
And then you blow

Hey keep your cool
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
Then you play your cards
Then he through dealin' I understand
Don't blow your dough on hotties

The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts
And won't break 'em for nobody
Hah, I like your resume, pick a day, you can start
From now until death do us part

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

It's time to come up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground
It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two

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B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andr?.. - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andr?..
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin

Lyric:
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said, ?Me and my homeboy were coming out with an album?
You looked at me like, yeah, nigga right
But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum

Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance

To get your pants, was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I'd paged you when

I felt you, that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head, I'm thinking cool

Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed, had me volley
If your hometown would be Heaven or Hell

The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
Therefore hard to tell
You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in but I knew that you were wondering

Now are these niggaz, in this house up to something
Selling crack, sack by sacks, so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes, we were selling it

But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement, then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, ?Ho?
Meanwhile the video starts playing

BET, college radio and a van
Packed full of niggaz, with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying

But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam, roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised, I would call you when I got home

But when I got home, I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, see you later, when he got the good news, that's life shit

Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop
So, I got glock and a low jack

You kinda fast for that fella in class, who used to draw
And never said much ?cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more, follow me

Are you starting to gather, what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing, you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time, ?Keep it real? was the phrase
Silly once said, ?Now but those were the days?

When spring break
And Daytona
And Freakniks
Made you wanna

Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well, you knew him as Twan

That's right, you were around before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like Jack

Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, ?Y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands??
And I'd laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I'm from Atlanta, baby

He from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down, hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes
She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants

Fifteen love
Fit like glove
Description is like
Fifteen doves

In a Jacuzzi, catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?

How's the lil' kid?
She was about two, the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I'd start the second album off, on another note

Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
But see I'd balled out and before I fall out
I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that, fried egg I might need

New direction was apparent
I was a child, looking at the floor, staring
So, changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street

To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I'd meet Muslims, ganstas, bitches, rastas
And macoroni, niggaz, imposters

So on a trip to New York, on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with

Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases, trying to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searching but I started liking this girl
Now you know her

As Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone, why you?
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name

We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five

By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall, blindfolded, me throw the darts

To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays

Momma or her daddy, let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump

You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
And that's as far as I got

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Full Frontal Fridays - Lyrics - Lamya

Title: Full Frontal Fridays
Artist: Lamya
Composer(s): Lamya H S Al-Mugheiry, Darren Carrington

Lyric:
I sleep and dream that life is
All beauty
I wake and find that life is
All just duty
But in the days before the dilution
Music Pollution
Oh we positively sparkled on TV

Yeah from Full Frontal Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Same old picture in a brand new frame
But the song remains the same
The first time was better
Playing by new rules
Age-old-game - double the pressure
Half the pleasure

City full of windows and design
Towering towers of lies
To climb and climb and climb
Dreams of the view
View from the top
Pushing for the pressure to drop
Don't want to end where the mistery stops

I wanne be where the
Sun never sets on a city
That never skips a beat
Sun always shines
On a set that never sleeps
Sound bites

Set betting our hedges
Trapped in the meshes
Stuck in the marshes
And only time, time, time marches on

From Full Frontal Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Same old picture in a brand new frame
But the song remains the same
The first time was better
Playing by new rules
Age-old-game - double the pressure
Half the pleasure

From Full Frontal Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Glossing over where you placed the blame
(I hear) remember my name
You'll be screaming it later
Scream my name
You'll remember it better when it hits
Ya

In the shiny glow
Of 90210
Before Jerry Springer
The thongs, thongs
And the video-ho
Back before we were
Tangled in drama
Douching for dollars
Bimbo to scholar
Oh we positively sparkled on TV

From Full Frontal Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Lazy Sunday Bloody Mary Sundays
Switch on make-believe
Mondays always look better
Gleaming in my reverie
So much better sparkling on TV

Sun never sets on a city
That never skips a beat
Sun always shines
On a set that never sleeps
Sound bites

Set betting our hedges
Trapped in the meshes
Stuck in the marshes
And only time, time, time marches on

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Golden Age - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Golden Age
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie

Lyric:
All the screens are filled with heroes and losers
But the sky's still filled with stars
And this junky palace might be on fire
'Til the winners lose desire

Let it go, let it go

So tell me what you see
And tell me what you hear
And if it's the same as me
It's the golden age, it's the golden age

Big brother tries to stitch and bend
But channel surfers find new friends
See freedom's silhouette increase
It's time to claim that sweet release

Let it go, let it go

Now tell me what you see
And tell me what you hear
And if it's same as me
It's the golden age

Now tell me what you see
And tell me what you hear
And if it's the same as me
It's the golden age, ya, it's the golden age
It's the golden age

I can see a purple patch of jacaranda
Framed in eucalypt from this wooden floored veranda
Heading past the watermark, heading for the hills
Heading for the edge of time, heading for the thrills of the golden age

Now tell me what you see
And tell me what you hear
If it's the same as me, it's the golden age

Everybody's talking about the golden age
Yeah, they keep on talking about the golden age
Everybody's talking about the golden age

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1970 Somethin' - Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

Title: 1970 Somethin'
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Jack Knight, Harry Wayne Casey, Diana Eugena King, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somthin'

1970 somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tangere or Hennessey until I called Earl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the lights of this

Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
2:19 is when my mama's water burst
No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical chord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a bad boy"

I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time
Before I even got the rhyme
Before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was goin' somewhere

Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my left eye
With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed Sty
Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
In 2006, it might sound like this
NY, 7 1 8's, 2 1 2's
With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge

High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes
On models in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin'
You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask Rog 'What's Happenin'?
Nah, I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum

I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself

Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight
Not able to move, behind a great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail

I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time
Before I even got the rhyme
Before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was goin' somewhere, yeah

1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somthin'

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Abandon Ship - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Abandon Ship
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Uhh! You don't know what we doing right here

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship

I 8 Off like the assassin, now I'm blastin' I'm takin' over
Stick you for your blue range rover
I told ya, rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin' to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Net Geo

I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
So my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
Like my fuckin' name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return
Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my flip mode click
The way we get down and bust niggaz shit
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flat bush, back to Roanoke and

People always askin' me, how your shit be sellin'
For makin' shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin' melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin', when I was strikin' had you swellin'
Cruisin' in my lands, watch the police how they be gellin'
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin'
Yo, fuck that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin'
If you ain't makin' noise you need to kill the fuckin' yellin'

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York City
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin' five in the source
I be saddle back biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust you just made my day
(Why)
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin' rhymes hittin' shorties everyday
In the full runnin' drinkin' ice tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin' out niggaz from to to touche!
Now I'm goin' back around the way
I'm rippin' shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chicken head, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo, I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin'
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin'
Now your shit is done like a fuckin' empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin' to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo' fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
'Cause boy scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Every time I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan

Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singing at your funeral like Bobby Blue bland

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

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U.S.A. (Aiight Then) - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: U.S.A. (Aiight Then)
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Robert Epitome Taylor

Lyric:
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mind like the Dutch, flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker rapture
Fracture, cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM, dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec execs don't like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mike Tyson style, animal duns, we live wild
Too many ways to die, we alive for now
We cross borders, take the guns along with us
Defend infamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me, its risky
For you to try to approach the God shiftily
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin' witness
We handlin' ya chick business
Thuggin' out druggin' out ya know the dealin's

Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin' to not ready for what you and
Moms already missin' you
Old fool from the old school
You thirty six
I been doin' this since niggas sellin' nicks
Gettin' head from tricks, takin' shorts for kicks
Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat, what react that?

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And to my fifth ward clique
How you like this?
And to my dirty south thugs
How you like this?
And to my westside niggas
Yes you like this
And to my chi town gangstas keep thuggin' it

Connect the dots, merge with many a block
My porto rock representatives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely, even my heart
For those that relate to this here song
Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin' off like good dope
And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start shit
Turn the body into carcass
Handle mines regardless, had goddess

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my mid west terrorists rock this
'N' for my New Orleans team they cant stop us
And to my little rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my bean town dogs in the life is
From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America lets get it right shit

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U.S.A. (Aiiright Then) - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: U.S.A. (Aiiright Then)
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Robert Epitome Taylor

Lyric:
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mind like the Dutch, flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker rapture
Fracture, cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM, dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec execs don't like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mike Tyson style, animal duns, we live wild
Too many ways to die, we alive for now
We cross borders, take the guns along with us
Defend infamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me, its risky
For you to try to approach the God shiftily
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin' witness
We handlin' ya chick business
Thuggin' out druggin' out ya know the dealin's

Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin' to not ready for what you and
Moms already missin' you
Old fool from the old school
You thirty six
I been doin' this since niggas sellin' nicks
Gettin' head from tricks, takin' shorts for kicks
Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat, what react that?

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And to my fifth ward clique
How you like this?
And to my dirty south thugs
How you like this?
And to my westside niggas
Yes you like this
And to my chi town gangstas keep thuggin' it

Connect the dots, merge with many a block
My porto rock representatives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely, even my heart
For those that relate to this here song
Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin' off like good dope
And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start shit
Turn the body into carcass
Handle mines regardless, had goddess

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my mid west terrorists rock this
'N' for my New Orleans team they cant stop us
And to my little rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my bean town dogs in the life is
From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America lets get it right shit

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A Lady Of A Certain Age - Lyrics - Divine Comedy

Title: A Lady Of A Certain Age
Artist: Divine Comedy
Composer(s): Neil Hannon

Lyric:
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy

You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque book and a family tree

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
?You wouldn't think that I was seventy?
And he'd say, ?No, you couldn't be?

You had to marry someone very very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you

You gave him children, a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
And he'd say, "No, you couldn't be?

Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve

Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you all alone and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
And he'd say, "No, you couldn't be?

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Beat Goes On - Lyrics - ...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Title: Beat Goes On
Album: ...Baby One More Time
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Sonny Bono

Lyric:
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to, to the brain

Wait till you have reached the age
History has turned the page
We still want to hear a brand new thing
We still need a song to sing

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to, to the brain

Love is the first thing and last thing on our minds
From tomorrow until the end of time

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

And the beat goes
And the beat goes
And the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to, to the brain

We still move to a rhythm just like this
We still dream of sharing our first kiss

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to, to the brain

The world keeps on turning faster everyday
(Everyday)
We still want to dance the night away

And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on and on and on

And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on and on and on

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