Fast Cars - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: Fast Cars
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry

Lyric:
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'

Sittin' there while I observe, I like your lines, I love your curves
Checkin' out your bodywork, how can I get with her?
You're the one that I want, do anythin' to turn you on
Somebody please, just pass the keys so you can take a ride with me

I'm on a mission, first thing disarmin' your system
Next thing slip the key in the ignition, just listen
To the way that you purr at me you know you prefer the speed

When your back starts dippin'
Wheel spinnin' when the gears start shiftin'
I'm stickin' till the turbo kicks in, you know that I'm missin'
Got me movin' so fast you got me missin' the flash of 5.0

Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'

Feel the ride, feel the rush, the moment I tease your clutch
Reactin' to my every touch, when shiftin' down or tearin' up
I don't care where we go, to burn you out's the end result
You're dealin' with a professional, I'll spin you round just to let you know

I'm on a mission, first thing disarmin' your system
Next thing's slip the key in the ignition, just listen
To the way that you purr at me you know you prefer the speed

When your back starts dippin'
And I'm unaware of the limits I'm hittin'
Blurred vision and a critical condition, could blow the transmission
Got me movin' so fast you got me missin' the flash of 5.0

Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'

Body like a race car, you got the curves like a Jaguar
Acceleration like a Yamaha
I like the way you perform girl, when I'm turnin' you on
Feel it when I revving ya, smoother than a Daimler
You handle like a Lancia
I like the way you perform when I'm turnin' you on

Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'

Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'
Fast cars, fast women, speed bikes with nitro in 'em
Dangerous when driven, those are the types that I'll be feelin'

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Nitro - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Nitro
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Eric T Sadler, Hank Shocklee, James Todd Smith, Phillip Escalante Wynn

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Lyric:
Check this, I excel, they fell, I said well, hell
L can yell or make 'em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that builds up stacks
Play the wall or fall I stand tall you're small

In fact step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
Your attention away, from the rest who say

They can mess with Cool J the best of to-day
You're best 'cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
I'ma attack smack and make 'em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack

To rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give 'em a gift
That's swift, other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, 'cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth

I write to fight, don't bite, to reach heights
The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
So I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
LL hard as hell, the lyrical Lord

The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
My rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
Solo, on the microphone, MC's don't let me catch you alone
I'm nitro

Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
You're just a minimum, messin' with the maximum
And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend

Every second I'm wreckin'
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checkin'
Out the sound you'll find that it's Genuine
Bet that you'll rewind this a thousand times

You can taste the bass like it's fillet-of-sole
I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
I drop the bomb like I'm in 'Nam and go beyond
The normal boundaries of too much harm to MC's

But as they say please I freeze
Rhymes like these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose

I kill rappers at random, I don't understand 'em
The ones I didn't get, are on a memorandum
Lines I recite are spontaneous
The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous

So pass the crown, bow down and give in
I'm the Prince of Rap, that's how we livin'
Settin' milestones on the microphone
Empires are overthrown, and I ain't even baritone

No joke I spoke then God stroke
As Job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
Conquered and killed on the microphone
MC's don't let me catch you alone
LL's nitro, nitro

Yo, flammable like gasoline
Threatening like a guillotine
It's like a bad dream when you battle my team
I go to every extreme to make MC's scream

I'm clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
With whoever, whenever, I never
Ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct

I'm so nice yo, flowin' with the maestro
Murderin' and hurtin' MC's because I'm nitro
The earthquakes'll kill snakes and fakes
You can't flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks

Now that we're straight and that's clear
Watch all the big mouths dissapear
Disintegrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devastate you all

There's no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
Be on the lookout, LL made a comeback
Full of power, I'ma devour, I stand tall as a tower, I won't allow a
MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, MC's
On the microphone, I'm nitro, nitro
Yo funky

I daze amaze faze blaze and beat 'em down
Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
Rhymes I write 'em in, recite 'em and then slide 'em in
Order to slaughter comp that start soon as I begin

Total domination, across the nation
Detestation, cut sensation, it's the invasion
Of L the Terrible, devastating rhymin' wiz
I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is

Slick, I get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The LL C-O-O-L J period now you know bro
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what you know
Unless you're dumb 'cause yo I'm nitro
Glycerin, listenin' and takin' notes
Icin', enticin', and slicin' throats

Bad boy, funky
Bad boy, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Bad, bad

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Nitro Burning Funny Cars - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Nitro Burning Funny Cars
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Rodney Linderman, Joseph Genaro, Dead Sabatino, David Schulthise

Lyric:
Let's go dancin' in a dioxin dump
Let's test our love, let's press our luck
Let's get sick and have our stomachs pumped
Let's go dancin' in a dioxin dump

This world is full of people who
Spend their lives in shoppin' malls

Let's go drinkin' on Highway 9
We'll get smashed and have a wild time

This world is full of people who
Think a lot about bowlin' balls

No one will ever fall in love with a
Nitro burnin' funny car
No one will ever have lunch with a
Nitro burnin' funny car

Let's go dinin' on rocks and glass
Get the hiccups if we eat too fast
See how long our love can last
Let's go dinin' on rocks and glass

This world is full of people who
Sit too long when the light is green

Let's find some statues and then deface 'em
I wanna beat up on Casey Casem

This world is full of people who
Eat a lot of franks and beans

No one will ever buy a present for a
Nitro burnin' funny car
No one will ever go campin' with a
Nitro burnin' funny car

Let's entertain some ugly thoughts
We'll cross our fingers so we won't get caught
We'll forget what we've been taught
Let's entertain some ugly thoughts

This world is full of people who
Crack their knuckles and talk too loud

Let's play some records and worship Satan
I tell you baby that it sure beats paintin'

This world is full of people who
Look a lot like Gavin McCloud

No one will really gives a damn about
Nitro burnin' funny cars
No one will ever write a song called
Nitro burnin' funny cars

Let's go dancin' in a dioxin dump
Let's test our love, let's press our luck
Let's go dancin' in a dioxin dump

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Nitro-Burnin' Funny Bong - Lyrics - You're All Worthless And Weak (Live) - Gwar

Title: Nitro-Burnin' Funny Bong
Album: You're All Worthless And Weak (Live)
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Matt Maguire, David Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
Ahh, sweet youth
The joys of becoming a teenage prostitute
Or in my case a blood-crazed gladiator
?Til I got stuck on this planet and got hooked

On the weed and the crack and the booze
And the pills and the speed
And the sex and the mud and blood and the shit

Let's go hit the
Nitro-burning funny bong
Just one hit, your life goes wrong
Nitro-burning funny bong
Another stupid stoner song

Fat and lame
The claws have been clipped and the tigers been tamed
By a bong, and a schlong
Yes, now we have all seen how games can go wrong

My brains filled with bees and my cock is diseased
Laden with pus, it hangs well past my knees
A swarm of narcotics could get me through this
My manager's gonna be pissed

Let's go hit the
Nitro-burning funny bong
Just one hit, your life goes wrong
Nitro-burning funny bong
Another stupid stoner song

Oh, can you take it, yeah, do a monster
Oh, can you deal with it?
We won't respect you
Unless you get high with the boys

Now I'm old , strapped in my cell as I cultivate mold
In the twilight of my years, I am still a drug addict
I'm sucking all night long on a ten foot bong
Moistened with lotion, wrapped in a sarong I live like a king

But you know that I act like a faggot
Once was a warrior, now just a sponge
High all the time got a dick like a muskellunge
My glorious destiny it turned to shit

Can I get another hit?
From the nitro-burning funny bong
Just one hit, your life goes wrong
Nitro-burning funny bong
Another stupid stoner song

Oh, can you take it, yeah, do a monster
Oh, can you deal with it?
We won't respect you
Unless you get high with the boys

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Whoa! - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Whoa!
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Harve Pierre, Roberto Ross

Lyric:
Yo I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin' man
(What's goin' on yo)
Yo, when you see somethin' ill
Knahmean? that shit is whoa
(That's what whoa means)

Anything ill you see is whoa
Nigga have a big 6 at the curb that's whoa
(Okay?)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it; it's whoa
Like you knowhatimean? like yo

I had this bad bitch uptown, she was, whoa
Had me fucked up in the head I mean, whoa
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls I mean, whoa
Shoulda seen them shits shinin' on her wrist, whoa

Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like, whoa
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like, whoa
Floss the blue shrimp from two tenth like, whoa
Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like, whoa

Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggaz like, whoa
Niggaz gettin' pulled on my block like, whoa
Comin' home within a half an hour like, whoa
Frontin' like they had the manpower like, whoa

More or less more or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like, whoa
My niggaz like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

Ease pain with cocaine like, whoa
Now I'm doc strange in the range like, whoa
(They don't know me?)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes like, whoa
Plus I'm gettin' brain from this chick like, whoa

Finger near a nigga asshole like, whoa
Scene floss riches and bitches like, whoa
Nine-nine jag Benz coupe like, whoa
Keep them cheese lines on you blocks like, whoa

Grenade through your window bitch like, whoa
Love to see me do this shit like, whoa
Niggaz put me through this shit like, whoa
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like, whoa

And rip your torso live the fast life
Come through in the Porshe slow like, whoa
My niggaz like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

We bag it, then flip it like, whoa
Cars we jack it then strip it like, whoa
Fully equip it, front to back like, whoa
Spittin' on fiends that come for crack like, whoa

Askin' for shorts and shit nigga like, whoa
Half on his krunk, now nigga that's, whoa
Flow so properly you'll see I'm, whoa
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like, whoa

Guns be poppin' B, we creep like, whoa
Hear my name in these streets it's like, whoa
Must I pound the concrete like, whoa
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like, whoa

Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C O's ain't whoa, P O's ain't whoa
Play y'allself, I get the G I Joe
D I C K riders ain't whoa

I'll rip your torso, live the fast life
Come through in the Porsche slow like, whoa
My niggaz, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

Niggaz gettin' money in VA is, whoa
Honies lookin' right in ATL is, whoa
Niggaz pimpin' hoes in Chi-town is, whoa
Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is, whoa

Niggaz stacking dough in D C is, whoa
P R D R hold me down like, whoa
Ballers in detroit hold me down like, whoa
Niggaz in New Orleans gettin' money is, whoa

Boston and Jersey, muh'fuckers is, whoa
Florida niggaz and Philly niggaz is, whoa
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa
Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa

Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa
My New York peoples they hold me down like, whoa
Bad boy nigga, word is bond we, whoa
Alumni bitches, word is bond we, whoa

N C S C, motherfuckers is, whoa
My nigga buck wild, word is bond he, whoa
Uhh and that's just how the story go
And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa

Aw man, whoa, eighth street, life stories
P D P R, that nigga
The beat I got from big buck wild is, whoa
That nigga black rob on the mic is, whoa
My whole fuckin' flow on the mic is, whoa

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Whoa! (Extended Remix) - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Whoa! (Extended Remix)
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Harve Pierre, Roberto Ross

Lyric:
Yo I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin' man
(What's goin' on yo)
Yo, when you see somethin' ill
Knahmean? that shit is whoa
(That's what whoa means)

Anything ill you see is whoa
Nigga have a big 6 at the curb that's whoa
(Okay?)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it; it's whoa
Like you knowhatimean? like yo

I had this bad bitch uptown, she was, whoa
Had me fucked up in the head I mean, whoa
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls I mean, whoa
Shoulda seen them shits shinin' on her wrist, whoa

Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like, whoa
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like, whoa
Floss the blue shrimp from two tenth like, whoa
Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like, whoa

Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggaz like, whoa
Niggaz gettin' pulled on my block like, whoa
Comin' home within a half an hour like, whoa
Frontin' like they had the manpower like, whoa

More or less more or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like, whoa
My niggaz like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

Ease pain with cocaine like, whoa
Now I'm doc strange in the range like, whoa
(They don't know me?)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes like, whoa
Plus I'm gettin' brain from this chick like, whoa

Finger near a nigga asshole like, whoa
Scene floss riches and bitches like, whoa
Nine-nine jag Benz coupe like, whoa
Keep them cheese lines on you blocks like, whoa

Grenade through your window bitch like, whoa
Love to see me do this shit like, whoa
Niggaz put me through this shit like, whoa
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like, whoa

And rip your torso live the fast life
Come through in the Porshe slow like, whoa
My niggaz like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

We bag it, then flip it like, whoa
Cars we jack it then strip it like, whoa
Fully equip it, front to back like, whoa
Spittin' on fiends that come for crack like, whoa

Askin' for shorts and shit nigga like, whoa
Half on his krunk, now nigga that's, whoa
Flow so properly you'll see I'm, whoa
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like, whoa

Guns be poppin' B, we creep like, whoa
Hear my name in these streets it's like, whoa
Must I pound the concrete like, whoa
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like, whoa

Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C O's ain't whoa, P O's ain't whoa
Play y'allself, I get the G I Joe
D I C K riders ain't whoa

I'll rip your torso, live the fast life
Come through in the Porsche slow like, whoa
My niggaz, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa

Niggaz gettin' money in VA is, whoa
Honies lookin' right in ATL is, whoa
Niggaz pimpin' hoes in Chi-town is, whoa
Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is, whoa

Niggaz stacking dough in D C is, whoa
P R D R hold me down like, whoa
Ballers in detroit hold me down like, whoa
Niggaz in New Orleans gettin' money is, whoa

Boston and Jersey, muh'fuckers is, whoa
Florida niggaz and Philly niggaz is, whoa
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa
Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa

Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa
My New York peoples they hold me down like, whoa
Bad boy nigga, word is bond we, whoa
Alumni bitches, word is bond we, whoa

N C S C, motherfuckers is, whoa
My nigga buck wild, word is bond he, whoa
Uhh and that's just how the story go
And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa

Aw man, whoa, eighth street, life stories
P D P R, that nigga
The beat I got from big buck wild is, whoa
That nigga black rob on the mic is, whoa
My whole fuckin' flow on the mic is, whoa

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Detonator - Lyrics - Ash

Title: Detonator
Artist: Ash
Composer(s): Tim Wheeler

Lyric:
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator

High explosive girl you turn me on
So volatile like a walkin' atom bomb
(Just like a walkin' atom bomb)
Just takes one spark to kerosene
You go off like nitro glycerine
(You go off like nitro glycerine)

The time is right to deviate
The supernatural cannot wait
I'll show you how to detonate, yeah

I'm comin' up, I'm risin' from the flames
I've been born with fire in my veins
(I've been born with fire in my veins)

The time is right to deviate
The supernatural cannot wait
I'll show you how to detonate, yeah

Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator
Detonator

Bang, I'm in love
Baby, you're the bomb
I wanna make it, wanna take it
Wanna love you, wanna turn you on

Yeah, I wanna blow your mind
Yeah, I wanna blow your little mind
Ooo, I wanna detonate
I wanna detonate, I wanna detonate
Detonate, detonate, yeah

The time is right to deviate
The supernatural cannot wait
I'll show you how to detonate, yeah

The time is right to deviate
The supernatural cannot wait
I'll show you how to detonate, yeah
Detonator

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Metal Meltdown - Lyrics - '98 Live Meltdown - Judas Priest

Title: Metal Meltdown
Album: '98 Live Meltdown
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Something's calling in the night
Electric madness roars in sight
Heat is rising, blazing fast
Hot and evil, feel the blast

Out of control
About to explode
It's coming at ya

Here comes the metal meltdown
Run for your lives
Can't stop the metal meltdown
No one survives

Raging fury, wired for sound
Nitro bombshell shakes the ground
High and mighty rips the air
Piercing lazer, burning glaze

Out of control
About to explode
It's coming at ya

Here comes the metal meltdown
Run for your lives
Can't stop the metal meltdown
No one survives

Temperature is boiling, magnifying might
Feeding like a virus, flashing light
Imminent collision, shockwaves all around
Generating energy, screams so loud

It's comin', meltdown
Start runnin', countdown

Here comes the metal meltdown
Run for your lives
Can't stop the metal meltdown
No one survives
Oh yes

Metal meltdown
Metal meltdown
Metal meltdown
...

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Flipmode Iz Da Squad - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: Flipmode Iz Da Squad
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, B Reed, G Underwood, David Axelrod, A Colon, Cleveland Delaney, Roger Mcnair, George Spivey, Trevor Smith, Wayne Lewis

Lyric:
Drop it
Uh, ladies and gentlemen

Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
(Flipmode is da squad)

It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for, the outlaw
Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your detour
Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can't take it no more
I'm the one you looking for
If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuff
Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff
I got more King than Just
Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust
Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam
I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)
Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation
My Squad is on plantation
And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout
Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth
That's word to down south
Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics
Putting in their lyrical concepts
This is rap with no rules
Fuck being cool, old school or new school
I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team
A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme
I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream
Microphone fiend, uh

Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh
Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)
Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this
Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake
My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake
I give the shit that I know you can't take
Fuck out my way for heaven's sake
I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue
(Clue)
Shoo fly shoo fly shoo
Everything's peachy keen neato
Tommy coming fast like Speedo
Make a blast like a torpedo
Deep like Captain Nemo
I brings the primo
My life will be nitro large, jumbo
Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro
In your ass like a vaccine
Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans
I eat MC's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)
I wreck the whole scene
Serious, true brother, should not scream

Yo yo, yo, yo
Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear
From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker
Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest
Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh
Pastor of disaster, I brings it on
My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn
Running through your block blasting (pow)
With no questions asking
Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion
The ignorant immigrant
Magnificent, like Morrocco
Stacking that cheddar like nacho
The number one honcho
Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo
Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon
Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen
I got the world yelling
Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling

Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
(Flipmode is da squad)

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue
Motherfucker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)
Check me out, the demon done got up in you
What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting
I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit
Caught the 24 hour flu, soft
Of course, blow you off course
Flying through the sky like the Pegasus horse
You lost to be the boss, I toss
Kill corny niggas with no remorse
Turn my lights off, turn my mic on
Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon
It really don't matter how much bigger
I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas
Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow
Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now
Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken
Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking
I always try my hardest to keep communicating
But you ain't relating
You fucked up on what I'm making
Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments
Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga
Get up off my dick
Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick
Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful
Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled
Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist
I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist
Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping
When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened
Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas
We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas
While you be the apprentice
My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist
You Seventh Day Adventist
My rhymes is in the, uhh
For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps
I cross country like traveling maps
Worldwide

One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual
Cripple you
Colonize like pirates and criminals
Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows
Modernize and digital
Evacuate civilize
Billions tumble
My skill guzzle
Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now
So binoculars to follow
Blood drops in spillage
In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskan winters (ha)
Sinners (ha) frostbit
Lost sleds and lost fingers
Lord, commander of large missile militias
Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes
And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors
Then I, return like a
Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never, seen, three, P.O's
The good against evil, flash forever
Spread mash and take
Drastic measures, blast berrettas
I carry nines like math professors
Lord Have, drop jewels, sword slash
Rob crews that snatch treasures
Halt, the global giant unfolds the science
Unify blends the fire to the sea
I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest Scriptures
Rugged who control hundreds
Who stay cold blooded like anemics
Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects
Spit jewels
Watch your platoon
Lick wounds
And form scabs before they grif again
It's Lord hittin 'em
And as the world turns, like, Holy Koran scripts
My response is to keep repping, son
Terrorize, for six days
And gon' rest on the seventh one

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Fuel - Lyrics - Avril Lavigne

Title: Fuel
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Kirk L Hammett, James Alan Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

Lyric:
Gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Ooh

Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red

A hundred plus through black and whites, ha, ha
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white

Ooh, and I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burnin' hard, loose and clean

And I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire, hey
Yeah

Hey, turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out hope
Burn your face upon that chrome
Yeah

Take the corner, going to crash
Headlights, head on, headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Yeah, lives way too fast, fast, fast, woh

Ooh, and I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burnin' hard, loose and clean

Ooh, and I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire

Ooh, yeah, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Feel it burning
Burn my fuckin' pain

Ooh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burnin' hard, loose and clean

Then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

Gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire, yeah

That burn, yeah

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Doomsday News - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Doomsday News
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Kendall Clark, Melvin Lewis

Lyric:
Yo, yo, if I had half as many bars in gold
As I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggaz wanna know is Canibus gold?

That's a stupid ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold?
Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is
Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics

Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin' your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from tissues to blood vessels
My Ninjitsu, kill you with the art of Tenchu
I zig zag, zig crushin' a kid

With G-forces violent enough to crush your ribs
Like pilots that fly Russian MIG
Comin' to punish you pigs
Give a fuck who you is, nigga, Canibus in ya biz

From the lowest point in the planet to Mt. Everest
I kick the illest shit, spray paintin' my name across the pyramids
The rap terrorist, Professor Emeritus
Fuck forbidden fruit I was eating pussy in Genesis

What you got niggaz that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggaz actin' like y'all tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, confront y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour
(Fuck y'all)

Now I said it once and I'll say it a thousand times
I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind
You wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it outside
Otherwise you're wastin' your time, cause I'ma shine

For the one triple 9, niggaz gamblin' damage they eyes
Goin' blind, tryin' to keep up with these lyrical lines
The type of nigga you can't flow behind without a dope rhyme
You fuck around and get clotheslined 'til you nosedive

We can rhyme fair and square or fair in the sphere
Anyplace, anywhere, you niggaz don't have a prayer
'Cause doomsday is near, faggot niggaz is scared
They stand and stare as I appear upon a cushion of air
With a long white beard flamin', hot enough to sunburn Satan

Hotter than white people takin' vacation
Out in Jamaica out in the sun bathin', sun bakin' in gamma ray radiation
'Til they skin color look cajun, motherfuckers start agin' to the point
Where they faces shrivel up like raisins and they become cancer patients

What you got niggaz that's ready to brawl?
I'll give you the phone card and the celly to make a call
What the fuck y'all bitch niggaz actin' like y'all tuff for?
We'll stuff y'all, uppercut y'all, confront y'all
On stage we break arms, legs, backs and jaws
Enough damage to cancel your tour
(Fuck y'all)

Yo, yo, yo, I manipulate the metaphysical
Power to hold my breath for half an hour
Continuously breathin' outward, you ain't an MC you a coward
I make wack rappers lose control of they bladders

And piss in they trousers, pink pussy possum niggaz play dead
While my heat waves hit, and verbal x-rays evaporate shit
Water molecules get transformed to vapors
My lyrics turn the Pacific into a dry lake bed

Electromagnetic cassettes melt tape decks
Niggaz battle in space, tryin' to hold it down
But they can't cause they weightless
Amateur swordsmen gets stabbed through they face mask
Trying to escape death

A world where the whole globe will contract Ebola
From drinkin' spring water darker than Coca-Cola
Human with AIDS, computers with Y2K
I rock rhymes counter clockwise until doomsday

Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all

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New Jack Hustler - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: New Jack Hustler
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow

Lyric:
Hustler word I pull the trigger long
Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone
Got my block sewn armored dope spots
Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop

Move like a king when I roll hops
You try to flex bang another nigga drops
You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out

I got nothin' to lose much to gain
In my brain I got a capitalist migraine
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right
Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car
Go to school, I ain't goin' for it
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet
'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler

Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H U S T L E R
Hustler

Yo man you know what I'm sayin'?
You got it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin' down
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels
Look at that ring right there

I know it's real, it's gotta be real
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man
How can I be down?

What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down
Out my face, fool I'm the illest
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis

Got my crew in effect, I bought 'em new Jags
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin' at Mickey D's

That's a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke
When I die there'll be bullets and gun smoke
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you
I'm rollin' with the New Jack crew and I'm a hustler

H U S T L E R, hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler

Here I come, so you better break North
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth
I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident
All I love's my dope and dead presidents

Sound crazy? Well it isn't
The ends justifies the means, that's the system
I learned that in school then I dropped out
Hit the streets, checked a grip and now I got clout

I had nothing, and I wanted it
You had everything and you flaunted it
Turned the needy into the greedy
With cocaine, my success came speedy

Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox
Every Dollar I get, another brother drops
Maybe that's the plan and I don't understand
God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand

But since I don't know and I ain't never learned
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
With my posse, out on the ave
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh

Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block
You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot

Pregnant teens, children's screams
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam
You don't come here much, and ya better not
Wrong move
(Bang)
Ambulance cot

I gotta get more money than you got
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep

But they're givin' us a band-aid
My education's low but I got long dough
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro

Sleep on silk, lie like a politician
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe
There'll be another one after me a hustler

Hustler
H U S T L E R, hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler

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Untouchables - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Untouchables
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
This is poetry in motion
Try to catch on, stay close to the host
And MC's try to make the road rough but I'm coastin'
Ladies hear the rhymes rub 'em on like lotion

Hit spots soothin', can't stop movin'
Go ahead, bust a sweat and you can bet I'm still coolin'
When I detain it's a brainstorm
Never the same form, every brain I rained on is warm

Takin' a trip through Memory Lane to Melody
See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's
Could do you justice but you can't touch this
Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed

I'm universal and much more merciful
So versatile with the style it's reversible
I get away even if I say a curse or two
First, let me bust another verse for you

Your arms too short to box with Ra, so quit
You don't want no kind of conflict
Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped
Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace, yeah I'm hip

Everything I said flows since my intro
I plant a thought extend and then grow
Holdin' my pen tightly it might be controversy at first
When I write the chords of research

Don't just take it for granted
When I'm gone my mind remains a planet
If I keep buildin' and teach the children
So when they read in between the lines it's filled in

I break to meditate, not a peep, concentrate
Till I'm deep awake but not asleep
At the same time risin' and advertisin' what is true
Keep advised and you can stay wise and I'm untouchable

Comin' over the bridge, take a peak at the skyline
'Cause that's how I shine not only when I rhyme
My culture's makin' me stronger, mentally
Physically I'm powerful poetry now that could be

Labeled as art placed in a museum
Style'll make scenery, now you see 'em
Exhibit a knowledge that's packed and filled with
Nothin' illiterate, it's facts I build with

My mind's untouchable which means intangible
Contents never dense, it's understandable
I study life, so I can live it the right way
No time to hear what another brother might say

Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to?
I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts to
Put message on records that's graced with hard bass
Smugglin' microphones, this ain't Scarface

Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk
And don't try to 'Escape From New York'
Cross a 110th Street lookin' for a problem
It's 'Hell Up In Harlem', watch Ra solve 'em

I hear the music clear as I get near
The hundred and twenty fifth street Apollo Theater
Take a step back when I rap I step up to you
I'm untouchable

Put on my thinking cap pump the track
Test your reflex relax but in contact
You fold and lose control, so hold your partner closer
You're supposed to keep your composure

But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype
It's like nitro opponents get petro
Remember the trademark left by the R
That's never soft or smooth, it's comin' off the hardest

In effect, you could die-tect the impostor
Takin' my props, Rakim is still proper
I'm a prophet, you can't stop it when I drop it
Everything I say, coincide with the topic

Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured
Inside my brain it's all manufactured
As we go deeper it's hard to find
Don't even think about it 'cause you can't read my mind

It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined
In the mind with some kind of idea for the style
I'm advertisin' what is true, keep advised
That you stay wise and the mind is untouchable

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Legit - The Hemp Museum - Lyrics - B

Title: Legit - The Hemp Museum
Artist: B
Composer(s): Ojetunde Stevens Jones Gore Molse

Lyric:
Take you out a place
Where me and the homeboys ya know?
We get together you know what I'm sayin', uh
We might uh, shoot some pool
Play a little dominoes, call a few tenders over

I kick it in the bay
You know where I stay
The V A to the Double L
The homey flossin' in the V-12

So when you comin' to kick with it
With the sick wid it
You bring the whole team
When you hit magazine

Like the other day a car low from E P A
Came through with some Hennessey and Alize
I'm on the corner gettin' burnt with the chili mac
They hit the block in a dark blue ville 'lac

Wassup wit y'all? Nuthin', tryin' to get it jumpin'
And it's the first, can we go to the mall or sumthin'?
I got to laughin' but now I was pimp the [Incomprehensible]
Lookin' like she want to tongue kiss my Mercedes

I got a spot where we all can go kick it at
We got the bomb and y'all got the Cognac
Don't even trip I got a click and I want you to meet 'em
Once we make this left we to The Hemp Museum

Grab your sex and your beach
Hit some corners let's get keyed
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum
Got my drank and my blunt
Check that bullshit don't be no punk
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum

I'm sittin' real low tip-toen' the block
I watch they mouth drop as I hit the lot
Now peep the plot
The gates open up slowly got they eyes on it
Spotizotic 'cuz I spent the M5 on it

You ladies help y'all self and pour the do it fluid
While I break down the pound and manicure it
Al Greens with the Victor Barons got her starin'
Tryin' to get her out here, Donna Karan

Uh, I'm callin' all top notches
Homies with the Rolex watches
Slide through like the thing to do
We're all players no square be allowed
In the house of Hemp
We campaigns like the President

I got four or five dank rooms
Big screens with playstations
Wet bar, perculation a vacation
No, more like the Mardi Gras
With hurricanes and thangs that you ain't ever saw

Grab your sex and your beach
Hit some corners, let's get keyed
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum
Got my drank and my blunt
Check that bullshit don't be no punk
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum

I'm seeing 'stangs in the game of the young stages
But I'm a hog like the pig on momma day
Porked out today was a good day
A baby Freaknik jumped off in the bay

I told baby maybe later on we can chill
And we can meet at the Denny's up at [Incomprehensible] ville
But as for now your playa patna gettin' hot
And a quarter mile runners linin' up at the light

They gettin' tight and I got G's off in the Nova
A big block and I'm hot, I'm trynna told ya
Mini mart turned side show
Tear 'em off no need for the nitro

I'm known to give it from the gate like every time
Make the 6-8 skip and walk the line
I got a dime in the pink if you down to see it
And we be posted at The Hemp Museum

Grab your sex and your beach
Hit some corners let's get keyed
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum
Got my drank and my blunt
Check that bullshit don't be no punk
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum

Grab your sex and your beach
Hit some corners let's get keyed
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum
Got my drank and my blunt
Check that bullshit don't be no punk
The Hemp Museum, The Hemp Museum

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Mama I'M In Love Wit A Gangsta - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Mama I'M In Love Wit A Gangsta
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Roy Ayers, Brian Dobbs, O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolh Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em
But don't tell 'em that I'm through
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em I'll be home soon

Oh, baby, I'm goin' crazy
'Cos I keep seein' shit that amaze me
Still, I had to kill a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk
An' tried to creep up on me in my sleep

I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so fuck it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw, shit, there the lights go

{Hello}

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Hey baby, what's happenin', honey?
How you doin'? I miss you

The kids keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell 'em Daddy got caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper, by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help

Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't shit black
An' when you get out, you'll jack
An' probably go right the fuck back
Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey
In the blue an' white Chevy

But now he's got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the means
An' in another life he might've been the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin' end
But a bitch can't even trip like she doesn't need a friend

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

{Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio
If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now}

What the fuck you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no niggas 'round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker
An' start killin' motherfuckers, shit

I know it's rough, I know it's tough
But when you fumble in the game, sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away from that punk ass bitch
He ain't shit, I don't wanna have to kill him

'Cos think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach out an' touch that ass
You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster
Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average type hooker, bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the check
Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books, peace

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus
He took the trip to Texas
Now he's wearin' the fuckin' Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me sick
'Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherfucker representin' you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to

The people in court, I heard witnesses abortin'
What's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two doves
Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer

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Ram It Down - Lyrics - Metal Works '73-'93 - Judas Priest

Title: Ram It Down
Album: Metal Works '73-'93
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Raise the sights, the city lights are calling
We're hot tonight, the time is right, there's nitro in the air
In the street is where we'll meet, we're warning
On the beat, we won't retreat, beware

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground
Ram it down

Bodies revvin' in leather heaven in wonder
Lights are dimmin' and heads are swimmin' as thunder hits the stage
Hell breaks loose, turn on the juice get stronger
We metal maniacs begin to rave

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground
Ram it down

Shout it out
We're all together now
Shout it out
We join as one, one

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground

Ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the, razing the place to the
Razing the place to the ground

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Just Cruisin' - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Just Cruisin'
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Will Smith, Kenneth Stover

Lyric:
Intro, the maestro, nice flow
Hot like nitro cool as ice though
That type of dichotomy, y'all know it's gotta be
Who else could it be BUT me?
Rub your eyes, behold the Big Williest
Dream supreme beam straight from Philly it's the
Eclectic female attractor
Rapper slash actor, right back at ya
And to the next millenium many come but few are chosen
See me servin like the U.S. Open
Another type of hustler listed at Blockbuster
Go and ask a movie usher
Who is he? He or she - SFP
Movies, CD's, and TV's, but uh-uh
Cause today I take a break from that
As I roll where a tank of gas'll take me at
I used to rock these red Iroq Z's
Now I rock the MB's with the twelves and V's
Today, sun high up in the sky
From N.Y. la la to M.I., just cruisin

Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin)
As long as you take me there (just cruisin)
Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin)
Just cruisin

Zero to sixty, flossin - 90 degrees
Sony cartridges, ten CD's each
Reach to the beach, Southside leanin
It ain't often I'm off and I'm feenin for the -
- Top down, drop down got me hot now
Heated up can't stop now
What up cutie wop? Sure sure is cookin yo
I know I'm spoken for, can't hurt lookin though
Pop CD's, B-I-G's, then Tupac's
While cruisin the blocks, hittin the hot spots
Got my celly on O-F-F
Golden Arches got my belly goin oh yes yes
So let's just - ease on down ease on down the road
No pager roll my hip as I'm rollin my whip
Cause today I'm on the solo creep
Man, why you think I be workin so hard all week?
I'm just cruisin

Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin)
As long as you take me there (just cruisin)
Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin)
Just cruisin (I'm just cruisin)
Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin)
As long as you take me there (just cruisin)
Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin)
Just cruisin

Sun settin in the S-K-Y
Must say I've had the best day I'm
Tryin to find a exit, a place to chill
Not too hectic, so I can spend some time with Will
Let the, sunshine to the moonlight clear my mind
Soul search, see what I find
If I'm bein the best lover and friend
Am I being the best daddy I can?
I pray I am, and I feel good today
Reminisce as I'm cruisin around the way
Roll tight past the park where I used to play
Can't think of a better way to spend my day
Uh, still findin my way, still growin
Petrol blowin, moon soon showin
Gots to get goin, losin the light
And "The Freaks Come Out at Night," right
Just cruisin

Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin)
As long as you take me there (just cruisin)
Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin)
Just cruisin (I'm just cruisin)
Where, baby, I don't care (just cruisin)
As long as you take me there (just cruisin)
Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin)
Just cruisin

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