Note To Self - Lyrics - From First To Last

Title: Note To Self
Artist: From First To Last
Composer(s): Jon Weisberg, Matt Good, Derek Bloom, Travis Richter

Lyric:
Two roads split off from here
And my life goes running in opposite directions
Exaggerating the barrier
Between who I am and who I want to be

I wanted to be that breath of fresh air
When everything smelled so insincere
But this taste still lingers in my mouth

Deceit has ways of sticking around
And I'm ready to disappear
Vacation seems far from here

Note to self, I miss you terribly
This is what we call a tragedy
Come back to me, come back to me, to me

Note to self, I miss you terribly
This is what we call a tragedy
Come back to me, back to me, to me

I can feel my mind wandering again
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving faster than I can
And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine

I can feel my mind wandering again
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving faster than I can
And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine

Two roads split off from here
And my life goes running in opposite directions
Exaggerating the barrier
Between who I am and who I want to be

Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close, yet so far
Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close, yet so far

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Self Love - Lyrics - Jaguar Wright

Title: Self Love
Artist: Jaguar Wright
Composer(s): Jaguar Wright

Lyric:
I'm listenin'
Caught up in a web of deception
From this shit I done learned new lesson
So what cha do, you keep on playing, you play on, playa

From love to confusion
You keep getting but you keep losin'
So whatcha find comforting, your boozin', bosom
Heart brusin', I'm the one

From the high note to the low pains
You see destruction but no aftermath
Only voices you hear in your head
They all laugh, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, yeah

From your denials to your delusions
Everything you gain you keep loson'
What you not know, this is an illusion
So what the hell you're doin'

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we
Ah shit, he's lookin' at me

You wake up, baby boy, but you're not sleep
You test full but you're not it
You're running fast but you're not on your feet
And your speed is dead

You run along but you not know
You climb inside but you can't grow
Faster and faster until you fall to them floor
You screamed on but don't sing along

You work and work with no pay
You punch a clock but never end your day
You take vacation but your not playing
What we say by this time, here my friends, drink three
You cry, cry, revolution, but what you want is a solution
But you're more content with being a pollution
Jump in the motion, and ask the notion

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we
Ah, looking

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Take a look at it

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at, he's looking, looking and looking

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love

L O V E, L O V E, love
L O V E, love, L O V E, love
Ya'll say, yeah

You know, L O V E, L O V E, love
L O V E, love, L O V E, love
Ya'll say, yeah

L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
Ya'll say, oh
L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
Ya'll say, yeah

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at, he's looking at

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation

If you don't like your job
Maybe, you should quit stop being a bitch and love yourself
If you believe things can work out easily
I'm telling you if you don't like what your mama's telling you
Then be a grown man and stand up on your own two and love yourself

And if your girlfriend's on welfare
Then baby, walk away, you don't have to care and love yourself
And if standing on the corner and pushing them rocks up in your socks
Ain't what you want to do tonight then, love yourself

L O V E, L O V E, yo
L O V E, L O V E, yo

He's looking at L O V E
He's looking at L O V E
He's looking at L O V E
Love yourself

What I'm tryin' to tell you here is
Life it passes you by
And if you don't get up off your ass
I'm telling you, it's gonna fly, the time's gonna fly

And you'd find yourself about fifty years old
Sittin' on a porch with your grand kids
But you know what, man, you ain't got shit to tell

You still live in that same-old bullshit-ass reality
That was passed on down to you by your family
From generation to generation to generation to generation
And you ain't got shit, man, you sure fucked up

All right, it's real simple
I mean, this is for anybody, any age, man
Get up off your ass, forget the past
And remember that the future is the only thing that you fuckin' got
So run with that shit

Shit, it's that simple, ain't it? Yeah
Love yourself, believe in yourself
Be true to yourself, be you for yourself, do you?
Caught up in a web of deception
From this shit I done learned new lesson
Work and work with no pay
Punch a clock but never end your day, yeah

You run along but you not know
You climb inside but you can't grow
You cry, cry, cry, revolution
But there is no solution
'Cause you're the pollution, yeah
Caught up in a web of deception
Nigga, learn your lesson

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Eric B Is President - Lyrics - Paid In Full - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Eric B Is President
Album: Paid In Full
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make 'em clap to this
Thank you DJ's

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back I'm looking for the line

Taking off my coat clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build

But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC means move the crowd

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Saying indeed then I precede 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
He's kicking it because it ain't no half stepping
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept inside

It needs erupting just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap

Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand 'cause you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately

First you said, "All you want is love and affection"
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
Make 'em clap to this

You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch on my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Saying indeed then I precede 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim, nasty

Make 'em clap to this
Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands to what he's doin'
Drop your hands to what he's doin'

Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands, drop your hands
Drop your hands to what he's doin'

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

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Note To Self: - Lyrics - Owen

Title: Note To Self:
Artist: Owen
Composer(s): Michael Thomas Kinsella

Lyric:
I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you won?t find it at the rainbow
So you might as well stay home

I don?t care what you?re looking for
But I do know that you don?t like drinkin' alone
And you?re too smart to act so dumb
And these eyes will wear thin
Wear your disguise again and again

I?ve seen that look enough times to know
What you?re in the mood for
But these here can?t be bad anymore tonight
You poor thing, already used to sleepin' alone
And you?re too dumb to see, those wet shoes are no use to you

I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you ain?t no God damn son of a bitch
You?re just more unlikable than you used to be

You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now

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Eric B Is President - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: Eric B Is President
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's bitin' me, fightin' me, invitin' me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm lookin' for the line

Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
The rhyme will be kickin' it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build

But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be actin' ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist
Sayin' indeed that I precede 'cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death
But he's kickin' it because it ain't no half steppin'
The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in

Side, it needs eruptin' just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme
Because I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap

Go get a girl and get soft and warm
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand 'cuz you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately

First you said all you want is love and affection
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of thin's
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on a couch wit my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin' next from the flex of the wrist
Sayin' indeed that I precede 'cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix

Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em clap to this

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All For One - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: All For One
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, M Dixon, L Dechalus

Lyric:
One for all
Is all for one

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin
Don't worry about a thing 'cause the Puba's never bluffin'
I gets headaches from the wack so then I take a bufferin' and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I max?

Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket

MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babaloo
My boys I call 'em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park

No I'm not a phony and I got a tenderoni
Love the way she is not too fat, not too bony
Don't drink Sanka, won't sink like a tanker
Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her

Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl, from she's gotta have it
I think with the brain and I wish behind the zipper

I'm living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
When I finish with this, I'll be paid like Oprah
So, honey wants to act fly

I'll just play like Guy and I'm
Sayin' bye bye, bumb bitch
Stick out your thumb and hitch
'Cause you've been cut off like a light switch

See I'm programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
'Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall

Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
To put it blunt, honey I shrunk the kids
So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
'Cause you doesn't find none greater

One for all
Is all for one
One for all
Is all for one

On file is a style that's why you caught a clip
My suitcases is packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
I go for self and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming

For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't hurt you just a nick
Off your face don't play possum watch me and I'll blossom like a rose
And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob

Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
If my crew don't get in, then the X makes an exit
To the rear, I'm outta here, don't front on my brothers

I take care of them before I take care of others
Now wood bats is doomed in the nineties it's aluminum
Step to the stage with a mic and I'm doing him something awful
I'm a citizen and I'm lawful

I go to hunt in the fall, rip the policemen's ball
I got the power to make a car stall
I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
I stop drinking, and then I start thinking

About days in the past when Derek X was last
But now I'm on the top damn news travels fast
'Cause I'm like that! They can't see this
Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses

I took the time to delete all the curses
So moms reach deep in your purses
And buy me take me home and try me and do me well

One for all
All is all for one
One for all
All is all for one

Well, while I reign rhymes pour
You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dance floor
'Cause every time I step in a jam
I make like a door and slam

But then girls try to turn my knob cause I'm a heartthrob
I guess it's just a hazard that comes with the job
'Cause every time I rock a rhyme that shows Jammer's intellectual
Girls want to get sexual

Well, I guess I have to cope with being so dope
You want to be me, but can't see me with a telescope
You seek and search but still you can't find
You're weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind

A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
And your analysis, is that the Lord
Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord

I do it good 'cause I'm a positive black man
Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
To rock like the J it comes gradual

You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
And understand your culture of freedom
Power equally with the Gods
So you can build and form your cipher

All your life you must teach truth
Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
And when you do that, pursue that goal
Which made the student enroll, and only then you'll prosper

One for all
Is what is all for one
One for all
Is what is all for one

Is what is all for one
Is is all for one
Is what is all for one
Is what is all for one

One for all

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Z - December 4th - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - December 4th
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Walter Jerome Boyd, Elijah A. Powell Jr., Shawn C. Carter, X J Smith

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Lyric:
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces, he was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child

"Hi baby, what's wrong?
You look like, you've lost your best friend
Tell me, is it something that I've done again?
You look like, you've lost your best friend tell me"

They say, "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone"
So on that note I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the siccamore tree which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear

Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted, hold on

Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports and a funny story is
At 4 he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up

Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With that distain in my membrane

Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light skinned girls is lovin' me now
My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged

Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me movin' this crack

Gimme a second I swear
I will say about my rap career
Till 96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye

Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then I bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch no two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much

And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin', of thirst you'll die yup

And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I live with till I decided

To try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made every sister I played
'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

Now if you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

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Sing You Sinners - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Sing You Sinners
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Sam Coslow, W Franke Harling

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Lyric:
Once a mockingbird, dig, he was overheard, what?
Singing out a word, I, to a cattle heard, heard

All you bovine creatures dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything, everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring, let it ring
Lift arms up to heaven and sing, ring a ding
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing, what a thing

Start with clappin' your hands all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the music come out of your snout
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of what I mean in a world where there's no music
Old scratch Satan gets his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and down the banks
Of that river Styx

You're so wicked baby, and you're depraved, you can rave
It's apparent that you have misbehaved, to your grave
But if you should wanna be saved, just behave
Take a listen now to the bird

Stop all that chewin' your curd and all that standin' in the mud there
Swing people! Swing every chortle from your mortal, portal
I know that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
If you sing, you gotta swing

But remember that the day will come when you
Will be just steak on a plate, folks, you know it's fate
So dig the music of the swing of sphere
Before your swing arrives too late

That's a little too dark
Still, it is true, we've got breath for such a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya cows?
You'd think to sing was a crime

In defense now, hence now, here comes Adele Mccluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard
Of the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows
As they shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller

Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around
To live another lick, these cats work on their cow tone
So when they get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone tone into the ozone

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always singin' away
Never givin' up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of what we've always known to be
The best and only way to play, what we mean to say is

Before the band will let ya sing, sing with Fletcher Henderson
You've got to get your self to swing like the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow, a single note or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to swing

So set your mind upon a tone when you're shedding all alone
And you will have a cornerstone like the bass trombone
Blow your horn and take a bow, so that you're swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us

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Scar - Lyrics - The Sound of White - Missy Higgins

Title: Scar
Album: The Sound of White
Artist: Missy Higgins
Composer(s): Kevin M Griffin, Melissa Morrison Higgins

Lyric:
He left a card, a bar of soap
And a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said, 'Use these down to your bones'
And before I knew I had shiny skin
And it felt easy being clean like him
I thought this one knows better than I do

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver, the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?

So the next one came with a bag of treats
She smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
And she told me don't trust them, trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue
And said, "This will all have to come undone"

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to blunt me so I'd fit

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver, the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far
And could you leave me with a scar?

I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver, the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?

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The Table - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: The Table
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): E Turner, Michael Dewar, Collin Dewar, Corey Woods, Chris Spheeris

Lyric:
Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in here
Yo God, remember back in the days God?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit
You know what I'm sayin', it's like basically
I wanna hit my family with like land and all of that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin' paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin' John Dolo
First thing, you need if you don't know
We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove

In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
Damn son, why she takin' you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin' up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more hatred

Life is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie naked
Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya Mom's had it
Just a broke young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours
Here you want something, growing up around fifteen

Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be sayin', "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
We startin' showin' our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, threw us all off

Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin' how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come back a little Cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sittin' back on a better note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable
The Robin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha

I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I mean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While travellin' the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
With knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan

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187 He Wrote - Lyrics - Spice 1

Title: 187 He Wrote
Artist: Spice 1
Composer(s): Robert Lee Green Jr., Gentry Reed, Barry White

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Lyric:
I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder, I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb

I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of death
As I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags

I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me

You see it's real G and jealousy it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock
'Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy
And when I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home
Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

Did things up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you
It's good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go

I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of fright

Violent in this art that's only because
It's comin' from a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families
Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G

Nuthin' like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day

Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they wanna go on tour G
Gettin' into the business learn about the industry

Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the next jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops let that story tell itself

I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note
And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

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A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vice Versa) - Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

Title: A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vice Versa)
Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical
Artist: Showbread
Composer(s): John David Giddens, Michael Ernest Jensen, Ivory Laconta Mobley, Matthew H Davis, Marvin Edward Reilly, Joshua Stephen Porter, Patrick Ryan Porter

Lyric:
I'm nauseous, or maybe just inspired
So truthful, I begin to tire
No less than everything
No haiku, no paper packaged thing
Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so
Like idealistic jargon every self respecting hopeful should to know

I know the road to everything
I know it goes right off a cliff
I know the road to everything
I know it goes right off a cliff

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Sympathy I do indeed intake in bulk amounts
For reasoning obscure it seems to numerous to count
So it goes the lesser chose to crawl through narrow gates
Bulimic thin the winding road now empties into lakes
A pulse is found, and so we drown, and sing for this duration
From rows and rows of teeth we're spared, these artery serrations

I know the road to everything
I know it goes right off a cliff
I know the road to everything
I know it goes right off a cliff

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Emptiness, I must impress upon you in it's granger
My stagnant heart, it comes apart, as selfishness demands her
To sound a note from scores I wrote and offer them unto thee
For melodies now synthesized, your love it lives within me

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

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Ain'T Yo Bidness - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Ain'T Yo Bidness
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown love to Chicage Juggalos
We underground like Blaze
My dead homie, and yours?
We dead, we dead? No wait a minute
We don't die, we don't die, we dead

Maybe I like bloody murder music
You know shit like stab your fuckin' eye
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
'Cuz 5 or 6'll get you high, oh

Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know
I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note
That simply reads, I had to let some anger out

Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums
And junkies, I keep 'em by my side
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend
Is hard to come by, so I keep what I can find

Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
And I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter? I mean, I think
I outta, I like the way she tastes

Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

Maybe I don't' even like you, but I gotta front
'Cuz your a record label guy, mother fucker
What if I dragged you by the hair into the street
And beat your ass, put a boot up in your eye, bitch

Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot
Before a Toni Braxton
Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Gray
Before a Janet Jackson

Maybe I don't have no self esteem
So I like to pick on everybody else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt
I had bruises and welts, oh, it's okay

Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor
And my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lyin', I'm just tryna find an excuse
To be a dick, I'm a dick, dick

Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself
Right above your bed, you should try suicide
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin'
When you walk in, I might kick you in the head

Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed
But my manager he got me free, double A y'all
Eighteen pills a day, I get so dizzy and high
Sometimes I can't even see, I gotta sit down

Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

Esham the Boogie Man, running with the fuckin' hatchet
Violent J the Juggalo, and Shaggy
The southwest strangler allegedly
Collectively known as the soopa villains

Super flex, jet super sex
The boogie man bustin' the Bazooka necks, get wet
The soopa villains clock super checks
The Juggalo in me will break the bank and you super necks

It's the Juggle jugglin' Juggalo thuggalin' thuggalo
Scrub ninja mutha facko
My axe I keep with me, sneak with
I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with

The southwest strangler super plex
Some bitch through the limo window, super stretch
Now, I wonder should I shoot you next
With the super soaker, get you soakin' wet

Juggaloly, I'm a soopa villain
I'm swingin' my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling
I'm a ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu
Stab you, grab have at you

Soopa villains, makin' a soopa hero killin'
Fuck ya feelins'
Ready and willin' any day I could blow
Insane monkey like Mojo Jo Jo

Citizens don't talk to the FBI
'Cuz that killa with the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to bag the diamonds, snag in
I love Batman, but Robin's a faggot

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Money On My Mind - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Money On My Mind
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V Mollings

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Lyric:
Yeah
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car they in awe
I'm lookin' like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy J.R.
Bird man my pa bitch ball bred born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah, I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talkin' 'bout money baby now we talkin'

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Yeah, nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know 'bout that baby it's yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blow job

Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin' off the boat meetin' papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin' weight I tell him I'm gettin' paid

Money over bitches I'm yellin' it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Cabana sunshades block the sun rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day

I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person, nigga

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' 'bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein' modest

Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muthafucker whoever inside it

Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know it's crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin' to myself 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

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The Walls And The Windows - Lyrics - Aceyalone

Title: The Walls And The Windows
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

No lies, no lies, no lies
And a dead man tells no lies

If these walls could talk
They would tell you things you wouldn't believe
These windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine
And it can't be erased by Windex or a coat of paint

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

Surprise
For each and every wall that ever stood it has a story
Some are not so obvious and some are self-explanatory
It's padded wall in my laboratory
They're lookin' through the keyhole of you dormitory
Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my telescope sees the glory
And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak derogatory

These walls in this hotel room
Tell more tales about fat tales and head
It was heard but never said, instead the walls bleed
Yeah, while they bleeding
You could hear the couples cheating, undercover meetings
Behind these seedy motel walls, best believe they had it all
Wreaking balls don't bounce against the wall
To make that building fall

The walls outside my apartment complex
Building projects are so complex
Yet they are taken all out of text
Like the wall of Berlin, the wall of 'Nam, the wall of China
And my tag on the wall as a reminder

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul
As well as the window to the world's soul
Whether plain glass or stained glass
Every set of eyes has a set of windows with a set of eyes

Now tell me what the world would be
If we did not have windows
(We did not have windows)
You would hardly ever catch the criminal or see the swindle
Everyone inside would need A/C when they assemble
A private penitentiary at home is what it might resemble
See my window-pane got so much pain
The glass is busting out the frame

So let the candle kindle in the window as a symbol
I be leavin' my window open, hoping that I might get a breeze
But when the wind comes in the eyes
Come in and eyes don't seem to want to leave
Because spying eyes by eying the prize
And eying on your movement
You can change your wall and windows
With some building home improvement

But looky loose they still be trying
You look inside your window
The walls will hear it ever single time you voice crescendos
It's enough to make you tremble, leave you in limbo
Can it also be simple? Because these are fundamentals
For the mental, so don't get sentimental
Because these are not your windows, these wall are really rentals

They know everything you're into
And all the business that you tend to
So keep your windows rolled up
And don't hold up the wall against the floor
And while you're window shopping
Don't bother stopping at my store
I put a note in the window, but you couldn't read what is said
So I took a rock and carved it in the glass and it read

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a wise man tells no lies
The walls have ears, the windows have eyes
And a dead man tells no lies

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The Living Bubba - Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Title: The Living Bubba
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Cooley, Patterson Hood, Adam Howell, Matt Lane, John Neff

Lyric:
I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
Wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do

I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free
But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief
With till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'
And I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving
I can dance on my own grave, thank you
But I can't die now 'cause I got another show

Some people keep sayin', I can't last long
But I got my bands, I got my songs
Liquor, beer and nicotine to help me along
And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come
Chain smokin', guitar pickin', 'til I'm gone
Gone, gone, gone

I ain't got no political agenda
Ain't got no message for the youth of America
Except "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show

Some people stop livin' long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
But I keep livin' just to bend that note in two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show

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