Notes From The Underground - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Notes From The Underground
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Ivan Guimares Lins, Vitor Martins, Brock Patrick Walsh

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Lyric:
Beneath the marbled halls of Pretoria
There's the faintest sound rising from the underground
Behind the prison walls poets fantasize
Voices lost are found captive in the underground

The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground
Until the day arrives, children understand
Father's safe and sound living in the underground

Look to the days ahead
Gather your prayers like roses
Think of the life that waits
After the battle's over

Look to the land beyond you
Out where the fields are golden
There will be gifts untold,
Yes, after the battle's over

If I should not return
Know that you are my pleasure
Shelter yourselves, my treasures
After the battle's over

The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
We are pound for pound stronger in the underground
The longer we survive the less they can withstand
Time will turn around over to the underground

10 miles from Soweto under a thorn tree's branches
Shanty will be no longer after the battle's over
Somewhere a breeze is drifting over a blue-green ocean
There will be time for beauty after the battle's over
Children, I must be going, cherish your mother's memory
Now, turn these words to ashes antes que seja tarde

The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
Time will turn around over to the underground
The longer we survive the less they can withstand
Time will turn around over to the underground

Beneath the marbled halls where the power lies
There's the faintest sound rising from the underground
Behind the prison walls poets fantasize
Voices lost are found captive in the underground

The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground
Until the day arrives, children understand
Father's safe and sound living in the underground

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Talk Of The Town - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: Talk Of The Town
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Roger Mcnair, George Spivey

Lyric:
Rampage
Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam
We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war
I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out
Fuck the jacks

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

I split yo spleen, clean ya body with Listerine
Microphone fiend, Boy Scout on the winning team
All y'all niggas, yo we take all bets
Yo I'm killin brothers on the train like Bernard Yes
Yo I'm crazy, motherfuckas got me vexed
You some frontin ass nigga in your feet up blank
You need to take a back seat, before my crew brings a heat
We can go man for man, or street to street
Yo I heard it thru the grapevine, you Rock Steady
(You just a butter knife, I'm a machete)
I co defend you, reck ya squad that defend you
Check the menu, 'cause I'm so far in you
I burn out ya conclex, or with the fuck
Here comes my body blow, here comes the uppercut
I got the rhymes that make you pull out ya guts
Flipmode Iz Da Squad nigga, hold ya nuts
96 To 2000, Boy Scout nigga what
Stickin the dick in the fat bitche's butt

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

I marks the spot, My Flipmode niggas up in the dark
Back in the days, I used to spark in 181 park
I'm off the hook, you can see my whole outlook
I'm just another rugged Scout straight out from Brook
New York Ave is where I chill with baress
Representin mom dukes, gettin shit off my chest
Got the 4 pound, Desert Eagle, Smith and Wess
It's Boy Scout nigga, you know rockin wit the best
I'mma hold it down, a hundred dollars a pot
I won't stop, I drink it to ya very last drop
I smack you in the face with a bunch of banaid
Got so many styles, I fuck up you and your sensai
I'm So So Def, I'm bout to plan my escape
My Flipmode niggas, we like Planets of the Apes
I won't stop rockin till I get my platinum plate
My group is shuttin shit down like ATF and All State
I'm showin brothers it's my time to roll
Because I am so cold, cold, cold

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

The twin tower, I got power to devour
A saba emcee that's so depth
Lyrical expert that fucks up your urban network
Rip off ya t-shirt and ya concert
You fade away like Son of Berzerk
Boy Scout's an outlaw, I tap ya jaw
Flipmode take 'em to war
I'm on fire, yo Saddam past the papaya
The stakes is high, I gag him with barbwire
He's a liar, bullets still rest up in his tire
It's up on Empire, he singin notes like Mariah
But what he don't know, Boy Scout is the illest
I'm on the scene like Bruce Willis

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

Bling bling, ah ah

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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Dumb It Down - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Dumb It Down
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco

Lyric:
Carrera
(Dumb it down)
Coolest, what
(Dumb it down)
FNF up
(Dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)

I'm fearless, now hear this, I?m earless
And I?m peerless, that means I?m eyeless
Which means I?m tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is

Which means I?m blinded
But I?mma find it I can feel its nearness
But I?mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer

But I remember I?m not a listener or a seer
So my windshields smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn?t be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness

The windshield is minstreled, the whole grill is road kill
So trill and so sincere, yea I?m both them there
Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in a chair had approached him here

Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes that they living
Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys
Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
'Till I'm resting in peace

You going over heads Lu
(Dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you
(Dumb it down)
We ain?t graduate from school
(Dumb it down)
Them big words ain?t cool
(Dumb it down)

Yea I heard "mean and vicious"
(Dumb it down)
Make a song for the *****
(Dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather
(Dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you
(Dumb it down)

And I?m mouthless which means I?m soundless
Now as far as the hearing now I found it
It was as far as the distance from an earing to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in the Lear

She fine and she flying I feel I?m flying by 'cause my mind?s on cloud nine
And in her mind and at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who?s also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon

Or lion in the desert, I?m flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit
Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse
But toot my own horn

You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're getting self esteem Lu
(Dumb it down)
These girls are tryna be queens Lu
(Dumb it down)

They're tryna graduate from school Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're tryna get up out the hood Lu
(Dumb it down)
I don't tell you what you should do
(Dumb it down)

And I?m brainless which means I?m headless like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang a chain with

Which makes me necklace less like a necklace theft
And I ain?t use my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best fair FF jet in the nest

Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas

Westside Poseidon, Westside beside him
Chest high and rising almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane
Then I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

You be putting me to sleep
(Dumb it down)
That's why you ain?t poppin' in the streets
(Dumb it down)
You ain?t winning no awards
(Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards?
(Dumb it down)

GQ man of the year G?
(Dumb it down)
Ain?t rocking over here B
(Dumb it down)
Why don't you talk about your cars?
(Dumb it down)
And what the f*** is 'go yard'?
(Dumb it down)

Make it rain for the chicks
(Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a *****
(Dumb it down)
What the f*** is wrong with you?
(Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you?
(Dumb it down)

Look B, here?s my math, my 2way, uh
What's, uh, here take this, stay right there
What my boys talking about
You hot for me, I like you

Listen G they tell me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refused I ain?t dumb down nothing

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Leave Me Alone - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Leave Me Alone
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What I've been going through to make my own, yeah

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when I come around
And y'all been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about Mariah Carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While I break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a little more ill
Hey Keith we want you to be ill

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Of course I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos I'm original?
You can't do the material
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's Fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 Thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year

Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to Vegas
While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ??welcome to the business?
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this African stuff, all look the same

I don't need a Joe neck bone puttin' his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides I do wear a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants yeah

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it?
Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hyping' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like Louis Armstrong's
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like Tracy Chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos I was prepared
You're on the roll with your damn money and you're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
All over your versatile card
And plus, this video treatment sucks
The fish lens effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done this before

14 Degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a Yankee hat and a starter
I'm not dressing up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like Pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, DreamWorks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like prince
You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
Oooh you've been involved

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

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You Live At Home With Your Mom - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: You Live At Home With Your Mom
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mayhew Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, the people, who don't know
What I been goin' through to make my own

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets music industry fan
Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when I come around

A and R been tryin' to figure me out for years
Tryin' to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run the head of black music
With a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game?
That's a shame as I see and watch on BET
There's a million uncreative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm startin' to feel like Jimi Hendrix

When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't wanna see me on channel 7 news, tellin' the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes

Watchin' me recordin' my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin' on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin' your back

Talkin' about, Mariah Carey's funky
Makin' the average group buckdance like a barrel full of monkys
While I break out to shoppin' mall he's makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Of course I'm hard to work with 'cause you hard to work with
I don't wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad 'cause I'm original, you can't do the material

When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin' Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo

How long is it gon' take, nine-hundred-thousand in clear
Takin' with a clear, I don't need a Benz this year
Took care of my paperwork, takin' United Taxi out to Vegas
While the average R and B group is doin' a promo concert

Ignorin' your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin' to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?

I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get budget, got the nerve to call me
Welcome to the business, stand as a witness
Work on your stomach, do physical fitness

I ain't playin', all this African stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin' Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin' on the throne

No I'm takin' a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful resteraunts

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group
With fat cellulite that sound wack?
Most of y'all goin' out like Uncle Tom's, like Louis Armstrong
Wearin' a tattoo and goin' onstage like Tracy Chapman

I cancelled a big tour 'cause I was prepared
Y'all on the road with per diem money and y'all scared
While y'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card

And plus this video treatment sucks, the fish lens effects
The lens to the camera only cost a hundred bucks
Look at the director, tryin' to tell me what to do
I done this before, 14 degrees freezin' cold
Doin' 'Poppa Large' with a cage on my head, that's dead

Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearin' a Yankee hat and a Starter I'm not dressin' up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist

Save that for a big rock group like Pantera, Experience
Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch, EMI, Capitol, DreamWorks
Never got dropped, put my lyrics away and stopped
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me bein' Superman you bein' stupid man

I'm like Prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record company, while most of y'all live at the label
Beggin' for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table, doin' routine dances for advances
(Ooh, you get involved)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

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Take It To God - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Take It To God
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Parker, Professor Ecks L Parker, Ro

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Lyric:
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it

By the sound of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"
'Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats

Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin' Iraq
When the question is, where is Chandra Levy at?

Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread
And Kris crucified the false prophet
John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it

Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
I walk with Kris so my body's a temple
Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God

Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned
Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
Or is the ice and the cars our only concern

Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out?
So in 2010, look to 2002
Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?

Behold the God in the form of the man
Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand
Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands

Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
Cats take hip-hop's name in vain
Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain

They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope
Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read what you wrote
Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin' these folks
With they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on thy throat

What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope
MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke

Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRS
Used to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters

Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of Jesus
Now the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, overweeded and misunderstood

Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
Quit this rappin' I won't, 'cause MC'n is dope
If I can't do it for the love then do it I won't

How many times we note when these rappers is dope
Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' your hope
Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap

In this land of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws
Live life like Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war?

God, God, God
My God, your God, our God
Is God, is God

Change is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to God?
To God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your heart
Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
Make it your change, run to God in your heart

Let God in your heart, he will do the part
God in your heart
Take it to God, take it to God God
Take it to my God, your God, take it to God

Take it to God
Take it to God
Take it to Gd, take it to God
Just take it to God, run and take it God, take it to God

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Heroes End - Lyrics - Stained Class - Judas Priest

Title: Heroes End
Album: Stained Class
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Tipton

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Lyric:
I heard a human voice who sang like no one else
I heard a proud lady singin' loud
Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn
But soon she found she was the underground and wasted

I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage
Her body shook, oh, she did her stuff
She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much
If you take the smooth, you gotta take the rough

Why do you have to die to be a hero
It's a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if you're a hero
When there's still so many things to say unsaid

I heard a man's guitar electrify a crowd
Felt the sound shower 'round
He would take you with him where the music's been before
As you merge, power surge together

His music knew no limits if you were in it's wake
You had no choice, no, but hear its voice
And you would listen hypnotized, and in a dream
But once so strong survive, becomes weak

Why do you have to die to be a hero
It's a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if you're a hero
When there's still so many things to say unsaid

If you gaze across timeless years
You'll find them always there
And many Gods will join the list
Compiled with dying care

Hungry mouths are waiting
To bite the hand that feeds
And so the living dead
Carry on immortal deeds

I saw on silver screen an actor's rise to fame
But fast car users lose
A legend's born from death and that is such a shame
'Cause every year new ones appear

Why do you have to die to be a hero?
It's a shame a legend begins at its end
Why do you have to die if you're a hero?
When there's still so many things to say unsaid

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Underground - Lyrics - Muertos Vivos - Gob

Title: Underground
Album: Muertos Vivos
Artist: Gob
Composer(s): Theo Goutzinakis, Gabriel Julian Mantle, Thomas William Thacker

Lyric:
You won't realize I'm venomous
You'll fall ill after hearing this
I can't think straight, I'll mix you up
No recipe, no formula

I'm like a chainsaw, I'll spit and sing
The words that cut you limb from limb
Cut out of a pattern to nothing familiar

I went out to find a funeral
No one died, I was waiting
None will rise, dawn is beautiful
Underground, I will haunt you

Well, it's easy to be with this
Just take some notes, we'll take a piss
On all the shit that sounds so typical
We're fully automatic and we will kill

When amnesia sets in again
Forget yourself remember this that
We are so special
We're nothing for real

I went out to find a funeral
No one died, I was waiting
None will rise, dawn is beautiful
Underground, I will hunt you down

I went out to find a funeral
No one died, I was waiting
None will rise, dawn is beautiful
Underground, I will haunt you

I went out to find a funeral
No one died, I was waiting
None will rise, dawn is beautiful
Underground, I will hunt you down

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