Oh My God - Lyrics - Midnight Marauders - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Oh My God
Album: Midnight Marauders
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, George Brown, John Davis, Handy, Robert Mickens, Ali Muhammad, Gene C Redd, Claydes Smith, Woodrow Sparrow, Malik Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Listen up everybody, the bottom line
I'm a black intellect but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin', like a hooker, the harlot sounds

Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Listen to the fader, Shaheed let's it glide
Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo, man I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me
Short, dark, plus his voice is raspy

One for the treble, two for the bass
You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin' booty MCs like cheese grits

My man Al B. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, me, Tip and Ali
For those who can't count it goes one, two, three
The answer, big up is who I who
Brothas find this hard to do but never me

Some brothas try to dis Malik, you see'm catchin' me
And I care 'bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin'
Trainin' gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
Mister Energetic, who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man, I don't know man
I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Complimentary, The Thief of Poetry
I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker
The Timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, I love the way it's goin' down

Down like the lady of the evenin'
And when it goes in, honey, just believe the sin
'Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
Take off your boots 'cuz you can't run the race

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what
Got my man, Big Mo with the streets and the papes
My man Big Mo with the streets and Caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wildin' sheets
'Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
See ya next time 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Aiyo, we out 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
Like that

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Oh My God (Remix) - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Oh My God (Remix)
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, George Brown, John Davis, Handy, Robert Mickens, Ali Muhammad, Gene C Redd, Claydes Smith, Woodrow Sparrow, Malik Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Listen up everybody, the bottom line
I'm a black intellect but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin', like a hooker, the harlot sounds

Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Listen to the fader, Shaheed let's it glide
Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo, man I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me
Short, dark, plus his voice is raspy

One for the treble, two for the bass
You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin' booty MCs like cheese grits

My man Al B. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, me, Tip and Ali
For those who can't count it goes one, two, three
The answer, big up is who I who
Brothas find this hard to do but never me

Some brothas try to dis Malik, you see'm catchin' me
And I care 'bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin'
Trainin' gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
Mister Energetic, who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man, I don't know man
I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Complimentary, The Thief of Poetry
I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker
The Timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, I love the way it's goin' down

Down like the lady of the evenin'
And when it goes in, honey, just believe the sin
'Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
Take off your boots 'cuz you can't run the race

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what
Got my man, Big Mo with the streets and the papes
My man Big Mo with the streets and Caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wildin' sheets
'Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
See ya next time 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Aiyo, we out 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
Like that

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Oh My God - Lyrics - Michael Franti

Title: Oh My God
Artist: Michael Franti
Composer(s): R. Lazo, Michael Franti

Lyric:
Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

Slam bam I come unseen but like gasoline, you can tell I'm in the tank
Like money in the bank, I smell appealin' but I'm toxic can send ya
Reelin' without an inklin', keep ya thinkin' 'cause you gave cash to the
Feds, left your school district for dead fucked you up in the head but still
They sayin' nothin's wrong sellin' firewater but outlawin'
The bong still believin' the system is workin'
While half of my people are still outta workin'

Anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats
Of judges and juries from Frisco to Jersey
Threats and protests politicians mob debts
Trumped up charges and phoney arrests
Stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
'Cause he got donations from the prison guard's union

Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope, internal lullabies
Human cries, thumps and silence, the language of violence
Algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic, you can make
A life longer, but you can't save it, you can make a clone an then
You try to enslave it? Stealin' DNA samples from the unborn
And then you comin' after us' cause we sampled a James Brown horn?

Scientists who's God is progress, a four-headed sheep is their
Latest project, the CIA runnin' like that Jones from Indiana
But they still won't talk about that Jones in Guyana
This ain't no cartoon, no one slips on bananas, do you really think
That, that car killed Diana? Hell I shot Ronald Reagan, I shot JFK
I slept with Marilyn, she sung me happy birthday

Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

And we say, "nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah"
And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"

Well, politicians got lipstick on the collar the whole media
Started to holler but I don't give a fuck who they screwin' in private
I wanna know who they screwin' in public
Robbin', cheatin', stealin', white collar criminal
McDonald eatin', you deserve a beatin'
Send you home a weepin', with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend

For just about anythin' they can bust us, false advertisin' sayin'
"Halls of Justice'', you tellin' the youth don't be so violent, then you drop
Bombs on every single continent, mandatory minimum sentencin'
'Cause he got caught with a pocket fulla medicine
Do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution

Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

And we say, "nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah"
And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"
So we keep movin' on movin on 'cause they never gonna

Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, no
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

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Sunday Morning After - Lyrics - Everybody's Got A Story - Amanda Marshall

Title: Sunday Morning After
Album: Everybody's Got A Story
Artist: Amanda Marshall
Composer(s): Marvin Leonard, Amanda Marshall, Peter Asher, Billy Mann

Lyric:
"Uh-hello?"
"Where are you?"
"What time is it?"
"Umm, it's 1:30, in the afternoon"
"Are you alright?"
"Hang on"

I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)

By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)

I was dancing with Jake
When I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause what happened to me?
(Oh!)

I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it

Oh, my God!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh, my God!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
It's the Sunday mornin' after
And baby, who the hell are you?
Ahh woo hoo

I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song"
(And then it all gets hazy)

And my clothes are selling on E-Bay
(Click me)
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)

I blacked out, I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure

Exactly where I am now, baby?
Wake up and tell me your name
(Excuse me)
'Cause this is insane

Oh, my God!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh, my God!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
It's the Sunday mornin' after
And baby, who the hell are you?
(Oh, my God! Oh, my God!)
(Oh, my God! Oh, my God!)

My alter ego took over
And took me on a fantasy ride
(Took me on a ride)
Oh, you can take me anywhere twice
But the second time will be to apologize
(I've got you started, baby)

Oh, my God!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh, my God!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
It's the Sunday mornin' after
And baby, who the hell are you?

Oh, my God!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh, my God!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Then it's the Sunday mornin' after
And baby, who the hell are you?
(Oh, I can't remember)

Oh, my God!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
(I can't remember)
Oh, my God!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
(Oh yeah yeah, I can't remember)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
(Oh, I can't remember)
It's the Sunday mornin' after
And baby, who the hell are you?

Where am I? What am I?
Who am I? How am I?
How did I?
(I can't remember)
Where am I? What am I?
Who am I? How am I?

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Oh My God - Lyrics - Employment - Kaiser Chiefs

Title: Oh My God
Album: Employment
Artist: Kaiser Chiefs
Composer(s): Nicholas Hodgson, Simon Rix, Nicholas Baines, Andrew White, Ricky Wilson

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Lyric:
Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

Great rulers make for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down, I'll get right back up again
I'll come back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from

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Oh My God - Lyrics - Version - Mark Ronson

Title: Oh My God
Album: Version
Artist: Mark Ronson
Composer(s): Nicholas Hodgson, Simon Rix, Nicholas Baines, Andrew White, Ricky Wilson

Lyric:
Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

Great rulers make for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down, I'll get right back up again
I'll come back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man

It don't matter to me
'Cause all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my God, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from

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Oh My God - Lyrics - Debra Killings

Title: Oh My God
Artist: Debra Killings
Composer(s): Kerry A Livgren, Debra Lou Killings

Lyric:
Oh my God
Lord, I realize Your word has opened up my eyes
Oh my God
Now I behold the Father's love that's so divine, help me sing
Oh my God
Lord, You came to give me life and now I feel so free
Oh my God
Now, I feel so special 'cause You died just for me

Lord, you came to give me more than I'll ever need
By the innocent, precious blood of Your son
Now these hands of mine will praise You for eternity
Oh, how I love You
(I love You)
Oh Lord, I love You
(I love You)

Oh my God
Lord, I realize Your word has opened up my eyes
Oh my God
Now I behold the Father's love that's so divine
Oh my God
Lord, You came to give me life and now I feel so free
Oh my God
Now, I feel so special 'cause you died just for me

Lord, you came to give me more than I'll ever need
By the innocent, precious blood of Your son
Now these hands of mine will praise You for eternity
Lord, I love You
(I love You)
I love You
(I love You)

Lord, I love You
(I love You)
Oh Lord, I love You
(I love You)
Oh Lord, I love You, I need You
(I love You)
Lord, I love You
(I love You)

Will you help me sing?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love You
I love You

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Vessel - Lyrics - Year Zero - Nine Inch Nails

Title: Vessel
Album: Year Zero
Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Composer(s): Trent Reznor

Lyric:
I let you put it in my mouth
I let it get under my skin
I let you pump it through my veins
I let you take me from within

They tell us what we can and cannot do
Same thing we've heard a hundred times before
When I put you inside of me
None of that matters anymore

My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here
My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here

I am you and you are me
We will never be alone
But I have finally found my place in everything
I have finally found my home

Well, I can leave all of this flesh behind
I can see right through the whole facade
I am becoming something else
I am a turning into God

My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here
My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here

My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here
My god, can it go any faster?
Oh my god, I don't think I can last here

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The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh
Some DJ's are even def
But here's a little somethin' about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy

Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up
So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the mixer in the middle

Back and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right then he cuts vice versa

I'm not exaggerating I said it and I meant it
I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, mean wreckin' machine
He gets respected like a king when he's on the scene

So bust a move 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey
Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most
Is 'cause my DJ is the most from coast to coast

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to
I'm talking to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb
He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be saved

Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be told
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is out of control, oh my god

Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god

Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy tell 'em your name

He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people
How many of these DJ's out there can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of them

Now make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirp

Now here's a story that should not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform

His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift
The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that that's right
If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be matched
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch

[Incomprehensible]

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The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh
Some DJ's are even def
But here's a little somethin' about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy

Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up
So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the mixer in the middle

Back and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right then he cuts vice versa

I'm not exaggerating I said it and I meant it
I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, mean wreckin' machine
He gets respected like a king when he's on the scene

So bust a move 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey
Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most
Is 'cause my DJ is the most from coast to coast

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to
I'm talking to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb
He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be saved

Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be told
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is out of control, oh my god

Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god

Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy tell 'em your name

He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people
How many of these DJ's out there can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of them

Now make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirp

Now here's a story that should not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform

His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift
The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that that's right
If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be matched
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch

[Incomprehensible]

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Natural Blues - Lyrics - Play - Moby

Title: Natural Blues
Album: Play
Artist: Moby
Composer(s): Vera Hall, Alan Lomax, Richard Melville Hall

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Lyric:
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Went down the hill
Other day
Soul got happy
And stayed all day

Went down the hill
Other day
Soul got happy
And stayed all day

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Went in the room
Didn't stay long
Looked on the bed
And brother was dead

Went in the room
Didn't stay long
Looked on the bed
And brother was dead

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Oh Lordy, trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God

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Soul Stealer - Lyrics - Watchmen

Title: Soul Stealer
Artist: Watchmen
Composer(s): Joey Serlin

Lyric:
Who's that creeping around my door?
Who's that crawling on my floor?
Who's that sneaking in my bed?
Seems like someone wants me dead

Oh, my Lord, it's the reaper
I'm talking about the soul stealer

In my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing

Hey there, Grandpa, how you been?
You're living free of guilt and sin
Looking down upon our world
Watch it bleed as it twirls

Oh, my God, where am I going?
Oh, my God, the wind keeps blowing me

'Coz in my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing

All I want is one more chance
To lie my baby down, God, I love her
All I want is one more chance
To buy my friends a round, my God, I love them

With the misty morning and the cool wind on my face
I drop myself down to the ground and tremble and I shake
Then my back begins to crack and wings, they take its place
Goodbye, my sweet, I love you, goodbye, my sweet, I love you
I take my one last breath and then I fly

Who's that creeping around my door?
Who's that crawling on my floor?
Who's that sneaking in my bed?
It's me baby, do not dread

Oh, my God, my head's reeling
Oh, my God, it's time to start again

In my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing, oh, oh

All I want is one more chance
To lie my baby down, God, I love her
All I want is one more chance
To buy my friends a round, my God, I love them

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Bonafide - Lyrics - Bonafide - Jon B.

Title: Bonafide
Album: Bonafide
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Everybody's in the major leagues
Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club

See Samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin' behind
To the ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dynamite

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass, I know what you wanna do
She's looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God, you look good
Premonitions saved for last, 'cause for now we're understood

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Yes, all the eyes that be staring at you
Is it because I got my Rover outside?
See, I just don't understand
Is it that you think you can play me fly?

No, I don't think so girl
I've been through it many times before
I got a tight pocket book
And you know, I ain't open it up for no

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
So come move that ass, I know what you want to do
You're looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God
I don't have it for you, so honey baby, what you gonna do

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
[Incomprehensible]
I'm not pretentious, I invent this vibe that you feel

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

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The Last Redemption - Lyrics - W.A.S.P.

Title: The Last Redemption
Artist: W.A.S.P.
Composer(s): Steve Duren

Lyric:
Take me, shame me
Made you to lay my name on your tongues
Hate me, slay me
It's danger to hang my face on your walls

Take me, change me
I'm nothing, the crowns of thorns on your hearts
Oh, oh can you change me, save me?
Will you love me nailed to your Neon Cross?

If I die for you, will my life have counted?
Give me the truth, would it mean anything?
Oh, if I die for you, will I die for thousands?
Oh, give me the truth, will you ever remember me
Oh, if I die for you?

We're dying for you
I lied to thousands
[Incomprehensible]
I am deceit

Falling for you
I was the God with
Disciples at my feet

Give us the truth
I'm Lord to no man
Telling us true
It's all lies you see

Give us the truth
Messiah to thousands
With love's blood on my feet

Just give us the truth
I lied to thousands
Telling us true
I sowed what you'll reap

Give us the truth
Messiah of nothing
Disciples at my feet

I am no God of all your lost religions
Prophet for love
You could never see, you all believed
Oh, I was the chosen one

I'll please the crowds and die out loud
Take my name in vain
Cast it on the long forgotten wind

I messiah nothing
Oh why, why'd you made me God?
I wanna die

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in you, God of love
Oh, won't you see
I can't deceive no more?

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believes Neon

When I'm gone
Will you all still need your
Dangerous Gods?
You'll never see, we all deceive
Oh, until we're here and gone

Oh mother please, what'd you do to me?
Anoint my head with oils
Dark descent to madness, be my friend

I messiah nothing
Oh why, why'd you made me God?
I wanna die

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in you, God of love
Oh, won't you see
I can't deceive no more?

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believes Neon

You're fucked for life
Die for us, oh, Messiah, please
You're fucked for life
Die so we'll all believe

I messiah nothing
Oh I, oh, I'm a throw away for life
I messiah nothing
Ooh, why would you remember anymore if I die?

Oh, all I need was someone to love me
Oh, all I needed was one
There's no one who cares

Oh, all I need was someone to love me
Oh, all I needed was one
There's no one who cares

Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?
Surely, not to live in pain and sorrow
Are we to live in pain and fear?

Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?
Are we to hide inside and fear forever
A never ending road of tears
Oh, tell me, my Lord, why am I here?

Are you still Neon God?
(I won't go away)
Still an icon

Thrilling Neon
(It won't go away)
Dying for their love

Still the God of
(It won't go away)
Thrilling Neon

Killing their God
(Go away)
Spilling all your blood

Can you save your Neon
If I fade away?
Show them their wrong

And die today
A crucified son
A martyr for their love

You were never my God
Yours to blame
Can you walk on water

Yours to slay
Come off your cross
And resurrect your God

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe in your God of Love
Don't come to me
I can't deceive no more

No, don't believe
I'm no redeeming God of love
Your God, you see's
All make believe Neon

No, don't come to me
No, don't believe
Don't die for me
You're all deceived for love

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My God - Lyrics - Momentary Setback - Marc Broussard

Title: My God
Album: Momentary Setback
Artist: Marc Broussard
Composer(s): Marc William Broussard

Lyric:
My God, my God
Why have You forsaken me?
And I cannot find the light
And I'm constantly running from Thee

My God, my God
Heal this sin-stained soul
I give my life to You
Take me and make me whole

Oh, You are the way, the truth and the life
Burn over me, Lord, send Your might
Oh, I can't nothing without You
With Your strength, this dark night I'll get through
I'll get through

My God, my God
Heal this sin-stained soul
Give my life to You
Take me and make me whole

God, my God
I'm lost and so alone
Drowning in a sea of desolation
Help me find, help me find my way back home

Oh, You are the way, the truth and the life
Burn over me, Lord, send Your might
Oh, I can't nothing without You
With your strength, this dark night I'll get through, yeah
I'll get through

My God, my God, my God
I know You're not forsaking me
But, cannot find the light
And I'm and I'm constantly running from Thee

My God, my God
I'm lost and so alone
Drowning in a sea of desolation
Help me find, help me find my way back home
My God

Oh, you are the way, the truth and the life
Burn over me, Lord, send Your might
Oh, I can do nothing without You
With your strength, this dark night I'll get through
I'll get through

Get through

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Neverending Math Equation - Lyrics - Building Nothing Out Of Something - Modest Mouse

Title: Neverending Math Equation
Album: Building Nothing Out Of Something
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Eric Judy

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Lyric:
I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And, oh, my God, I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move, when what you're moving from
Is yourself, is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongues, and it is saying

Well, we ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And, oh, my God, I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move, when what you're moving from
Is yourself, is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue and it is saying

Well, we ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

Well, oh, my God and, oh, my cat
I told my dad what I need
Well, I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said, he said, he said, he said
"I'm glad we're going, I'm dead"

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Z - Oh My God - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Oh My God
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Gregg Allman

Lyric:
You are tuned in to the greatest, Young H O V
Let's go get 'em again, Just, oh my God, c'mon

Pops sped off, left Mom with a bundle of
Joy, your boy smacked dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision but he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo

Don't play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hatin' on me, it's all good
I'm buyin' things like my shit don't stink
Gucci links in Gucci goose's
Watchin' too many movies, bulletproof this

Had some nerve, like pullin' tooth'ses
When you're 16, comin' through roofless
Yeah, your boy 'Ruthless' like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on, I'm the new blood

So if this is your first time hearin' this
You're about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen, the American Dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe, they call me Hov

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Now I'm knee deep in the concrete
Like the street's made of quicksand, it's beyond deep
I got a Chemical Romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the Devil, please G O D

Save me from the 'Black Parade', release me
My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP
I'm in that Volvo, puffin' on that la-la
Duckin' from the po-po, every time I drive by

Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma friends was like
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, would you just look at him?
So sorry dear Momma for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years and pray I'll never sin again

Got all these rival dealers tryin' to do me in
And all these little rappers don't know
How prepared for them I am, I am
I'm feelin' like the world's against me, Lord
Call me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Callin' out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shootin' air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes

I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows out in Seoul, Korea
Jo'burg, Dublin, Tanzania

Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y'all rappin', I'm re-enactin'

CNN, you see, it's accurate
ESPN, see me in action
Monday Nights, when the half ends
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
Good Lord, I said I feel like I'm dyin'

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Sometimes By Step - Lyrics - Rich Mullins

Title: Sometimes By Step
Artist: Rich Mullins
Composer(s): Richard Mullins, David Strasser

Lyric:
Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes the day could be so hot
There was so much work left to do
But so much You'd already done

Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
And I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

Sometimes I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that, no less than he
And on this road to righteousness
Sometimes the climb can be so steep
I may falter in my steps
But never beyond Your reach

Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days
And step by step You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days

(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
(And I will follow You all of my days)
Sometimes the night, it was beautiful
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
(And I will follow You all of my days)
Oh no, so beautiful
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
(And I will follow You all of my days)

(And I will follow You all of my days)
(And I will follow You all of my days)
Oh God, you are my God
(And I will follow You all of my days)
Oh God, you are my God
(And I will follow You all of my days)

(And I will follow You all of my days)
Sometimes the night was beautiful
(And I will follow You all of my days)
Sometimes the night
(And I will follow You all of my days)

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Gold - Lyrics - Never Seen the Light of Day - Mando Diao

Title: Gold
Album: Never Seen the Light of Day
Artist: Mando Diao
Composer(s): Bjorn Dixgard, Gustaf Noren

Lyric:
La, la, la

Twilight in my eye
Then I can see for seven million miles
Twilight in my eye tonight

The dreams become clear
The fog gets thicker every time I inhale
Stars look the same to me

Oh my God, I went gold when I saw your smiling face
I went gold when I went through this troubling maze
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

Oh my God, I went gold when the ocean swallowed me
I went gold and I felt that I was free
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

It?s a way to the heaven, don?t try to feel too much
Just let the morning dry your eye
And I say la, la, la

Let it all in
Don?t feel afraid of dying, just give in
Let it all in tonight

Oh my God, I went gold when I saw your smiling face
I went gold when I went through this troubling maze
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

Oh my God, I went gold when the ocean swallowed me
I went gold and I felt that I was free
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

It?s a way to the heaven, don?t try to feel too much
Just let the morning dry your eye
And I say la la, la la, la

La, la, la

Oh my God, I went gold when I saw your smiling face
I went gold when I went through this troubling maze
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

Oh my God, I went gold when the ocean swallowed me
I went gold and I felt that I was free
I went gold and my people behind me all did the same

La, la, la

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