Oughta Be A Law - Lyrics - Firehouse

Title: Oughta Be A Law
Artist: Firehouse
Composer(s): C J Snare, Bill Leverty, Elli

Lyric:
Up against the wall and spread baby
Ha, ha, ha
It's time to pull over and put 'em all down

Aaoo
Ooh, the lady in red, well she's drivin' me mad
Her very first offense was just lookin' at me
But that second glance was a felony
Ooh, the lady's so fine, but I think it's a crime
She's just too much for a man like me
They'd better lock her away and throw out the key

(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
(Oughta be a law)
Against the things you do
(Oughta be a law)
For breakin' hearts in two
(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
Against a girl like you, Baby

Ooh, the lady is cruel and she's breakin' the rules
If only looks could kill, she'd be killin' me
Guilty, murder one in the first degree
Ooh, the lady's unkind, she's got me doin' time
She's just too much for a man like me
They'd better lock her away and throw out the key

(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
(Oughta be a law)
Against the things you do
(Oughta be a law)
For breakin' hearts in two
(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
Against a girl like you, Baby
Uhh ahh

Ha, ha, ha
You know, I'm gonna take you downtown
Strip you down and throw you in the slammer, baby
I'm gonna throw the book at you, girl
Stick 'em up

(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
(Oughta be a law)
Against the things you do
(Oughta be a law)
For breakin' hearts in two
(There oughta be a law against )
Yea, yea

(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
(Oughta be a law)
Against the things you do
(Oughta be a law)
For breakin' hearts in two
(There oughta be a law)
Oh yea

(There oughta be a law)
Against a girl like you
(Oughta be a law)
Against the things you do
(Oughta be a law)
Broke my heart in two
(There oughta be a law)
(There oughta be a law)
Oughta be a law
(There oughta be a law)

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Ghetto Cowboy - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Ghetto Cowboy
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Jimmy Lee Burke, Kamilha Greer, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
You better count your money, ghetto cowboy

The name is Krayzie Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along with some cash, even took the mayors daughter
Now, that there's kidnappin' but she was with it, so I brought her

Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to
Yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun
Outlaw call him Leather Face

I'm headed for the West, heard they got
A couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure thats enough time for me to get the whole rundown

So, I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So I'm watchin' for them damn Injuns
They like to catch ya, then they rob and split
I be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips

All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes
Stop my horse, whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?
You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out
Thug Queen, the horse stealer?

Who is this? I hope this ain't the law
Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun
C'mon out, right now I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous

Please don't shoot, it's just me
Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand
Stole two horses

Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes
Goodness now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire
But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon

May I ask you what you headed to the West for
I got a partner, got a plan for some dough
And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute, now be sure if yore with it

We out before the sun rise
Gotta stallion for your partner to ride
Hit the saloon for the moonshine
Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride

These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up
You better count your money, ghetto cowboy

Rise and shine, good mornin' howdy
Nine o clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now, I done came a long way, and I don't wanna be late
Tell him I make ya, 'cause you know we ain't
Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
(Whip cracks, horses neigh)

You better count your money, ghetto cowboy
I'm peepin' Krayzies wanted poster in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon
Glance across the room

I see this youngster getting ready to fight
But if he mess up the night
I think that Krayzie just might take his life
So, I approach him and I pause

Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl
But won't you chill before them laws come
Messin' up this master plan
Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man

Hey, you want some work?
Well, partner, put in your bid
And by the way, now what's your name?
They call me Layzie the Kid

The names Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge?
Outlaw, everyday on the front page
Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown

With two double-barrels pointed at whatever
Well stick together, I'm purty clever
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon
Because its all goin' down
I heard a guy run in the bar screamin' "Krayzies in town"

Now when we get to the saloon, you dont worry
Wait outside and don't be stealin', nobody's damn horses
Step inside the bar, Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely

Now let's go have some fun
And this my partner Powder
He's a young gun
Howdy

Mighty glad to meet ya, son
Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along
Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler
Straggler, just met her

Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up
I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up
Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon
I think you're right, I say we move

C'mon, let's move out
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out
(Whip cracks, horses neigh)
You better count your money, ghetto cowboy

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Ghetto Cowboy - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ghetto Cowboy
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Jimmy Lee Burke, Kamilha Greer, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy

The name is Krayzie 'Big Bad Ass' Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along with some cash
Even took the mayor's daughter

Now, that there's kidnappin', but she was with it, so I brought her
Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah
It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun

Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West
Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown

So, I continue my mission
It's gettin' dark, so I'm watchin' for them damn
Injuns they like to catch ya, then they rob and split
I be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips

All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes
Stop my horse
"Whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?
You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out"

Who is this? I hope this ain't the law
Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun
C'mon out, right now. I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous

Please don't shoot
It's just me, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer
Then, why the hell is you hidin'
In them bushes?

I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men want my head
Stole two horses
Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes

Goodness, now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire
But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon
May I ask you what you headed
To the West for?

I got a partner, got a plan for some dough
And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute
Now be sure if you're with it

We out before the sun rise
Gotta stallion for your partner to ride
Hit the saloon for the moonshine
Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride

These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the mornin'
For details and hook-up

You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy

Rise and shine, good mornin'
Howdy, nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now, I done came a long way
And I don't wanna be late

Tell him I'll make it to him 'cause you know we ain't
Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy

I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon
Glance across the room, I see this youngster getting ready to fight
But if he mess up the night
I think that Krayzie just might take his life
So, I approach him, and I pause

Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl
But won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this master plan?
Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man
Hey, you want some work? Well, partner, put in your bid
And by the way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie the Kid

The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge?
Outlaw, everyday on the front page
Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown
With two double-barrels pointed at whatever
We'll stick together, I'm purty clever

So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon
Because it's all goin' down
I heard a guy run in the bar screamin'
Krayzie's in town

Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry
Wait outside, and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses
Step inside the bar
Lay the kid, you son of a gun

Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely
Now let's go have some fun
And this my partner Powder
He's a young gun

Howdy

Mighty glad to meet ya, son
Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along
Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler
Straggler, just met her

Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up
I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up
Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon
I think you're right, I say we move c'mon, let's move out

Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out
You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy

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Beautiful But Deadly - Lyrics - The D.O.C.

Title: Beautiful But Deadly
Artist: The D.O.C.
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Tracy Curry, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
Ayo Stan, Dre layed the tracks, I'm laying the vocals
We need some guitar that rocks, know what I'm saying?
So 'um, let's do this

She's a rich girl, but not the ordinary
Extraordinary, a little too much to carry
Possessed by a demon on a mission
No man alive can refuse her proposition from this fantasy

But to me she was more than a bad dream
She was a nightmare for man
Took her sex appeal and she taunted
Twisted the brother until he did just what she wanted

Disregard the laws of the other man
Sacrificing the plight of the brother man
I'm not the type to let a woman make me weary
But to resist, he'd have to be a fairy

Nothing that a brother wouldn't want to indulge in
Drives a Porsche and her purse is bulging
Her body in the form of a romantic medley
But be warned, she's beautiful but deadly

She's all about the bank roll, you can tell by the gold
Eyes deep enough to engulf your soul
She's like Medusa, but you won't turn to stone if you watch her
One fatal look is all it takes and she's got ya

On the end, no more to spend
And you're still thinking how you want to see her again
It'll be difficult, but boy it ain't no joke
Saying nothing going on but her rent and a car note

You're wondering how in the hell
Little knowing you're the reason that she lives so well
Guessing it all harder you'll submerge her attraction
But she got so many, son, you're a subtraction

Now you roll like you're crazy
Attitude is send down with being spacey
Never will I let this stupid bitch get ahead of me
I know the scoop, the bitch is beautiful but deadly

She'll keep you mystified like a Swami
For you to slow her down, you'll need an army
Of a thousand strong brothers with a gun
But if they're careless, then they're done

She's an animal not to be taken lightly
Once she has a grip and squeezes tightly
You're in line for such a wonderful kiss
It'll cloud your sight like the morning mist

No compassion, the minute after you're a slave
Breaking the law making sure she's paid
Yo, you oughta know the girl you see at every concert
She's in the back with the tightest dress looking the best

Know what I'm saying? You have to do like my man Cube
Tell the females that I ain't the one
'Cause if you don't, regularly you're back doing it readily
It's all to keep up the pace with someone beautiful but deadly

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Noise - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Noise
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Dad's stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around
Momma's in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time
My little sister's screaming and stamping on the ground
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound

All I hear is noise
Can't get away from the noise
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Can you hear the noise?
(Noise)
Can't get away from the noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Banging in my ears, in every direction
Listen to the roar, hear that city [unverified], poundin', poundin'
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down
Sometimes, I get used to it and I forget that it's around

But all I hear is noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)

All of this confusion
Is ruining my day
Let the noise be like the sunset
And slowly fade away, fading, fade

Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you
I wanna pull out all the plugs, before I finally blow my fuse
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away
I'd tell you that I love you but you don't hear what I way

All you hear is noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Noise in the street, they're digging up the pavement
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise
The pressure's building up because there's no way to avoid

All the noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)

All of this confusion
Is ruining my day
Let the noise be like the sunset
And slowly fade away, fading, fading

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How'D You Get This Number - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: How'D You Get This Number
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Susanna Clark, Guy Clark

Lyric:
Sorry 'bout your mama
Sorry 'bout your paa
Sorry 'bout the business
With your brother-in-law

Hard cheese about the money man
Hard cheese about the stock
Hard cheese about you bein'
Up to your ears in hock

Tough luck about your luggage
Tough luck about your socks
Tough luck about the way
That the other shoe drops

Too bad about your girlfriend
Too bad about your wife
Too bad about the thing
You call the rest of your life, hey

How'd you get this number man
Who do you think you're talkin' to
Now who do you think you?re kiddin'
What do you want me to do

How?d you get this number man
Please don't make me laugh
You know you oughta be on TV
With a line like that

Hey, I heard about the car wreck
I heard about the fight
I heard about the time
You?s in jail all night

I know you don't like trouble
And I know you don't like to fight
I know that you can argue
With a fence post all night

I heard about the lamp shade
I heard you had it on your head
I heard you told a joke
And knocked the whole room dead

No kiddin' 'bout the cough syrup
No kiddin' 'bout the junk
No kiddin' 'bout you been
In a deep blue funk

How'd you get this number man
Who do you think you're talkin' to
Now who do you think you?re kiddin'
What do you want me to do

And how?d you get this number man
Please don't make me laugh
You oughta be on TV
With a line like that, hey

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Car Theif - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Car Theif
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): King Diamond Horowitz Simpson Dike Yauc

Lyric:
Some static started in the pool hall
In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the pootey with M.C. Plank Bee

Me and my crew out breaking windows
The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all y'all

Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car theif biting routines
I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie
Right now I wish I had another hash brownie

Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass
You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that

I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it
I'm a farmer people always trying to get next to me
But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy

Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser
Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush

You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny me you always want to try me
You're just gonna get your ass kicked

Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast
For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

Sometimes you've got to let someone trip on their own shoelace
Before you tell them to tie their shoe
All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters

Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street
The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat
Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'

Space cake cookies I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants

My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock
You ain't nothing but a car theif who must be stopped

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Car Thief - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Car Thief
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): King Diamond Horowitz Simpson Dike Yauc

Lyric:
Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl, she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a plank, B

Me and my crew out breaking windows
The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all y'all

Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See I'm a city slicker, I ain't no townie
Right now I wish I had another hash brownie

Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass
You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
{See personally, I wouldn't want to go out like that}

I'm a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it

People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on Ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with the money hungry miser

Had a cane filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her

You can't deny me, you always want to try me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked

Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat

So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
Space cake cookies I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man

Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
Said goodbye to my girl, my lawyers, and accountants
My mind is kinda rhymin' and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink

So the lights are flashing, my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme I'm rapping, MCing, I rock
You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

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****(Jungle Law) - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: ****(Jungle Law)
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Kevin Haskins, Daniel Ash, David J Haskins

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Lyric:
Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
Some signifying hack was scratching backs for fleas
Putting on their bad mouths on poor little me
Spreading ugly [Incomprehensible] like it's some horrible disease

He said that I said what I never did said
But I said that it's rare that it's over your head
Ask me a question, then print a lie
I cancelled all appointments having vowed that he will die

So I went to find the source of this malicious dirt
Having re-read the words and washed the blood from my shirt
When I found him he was sitting high up in a tree
With one dirty finger on a typewriter key

Sky is gray and the grass unseen
And you're the dumbest **** this city's ever seen
He was laughing, shaking, high up in a tree
But then he lost his balance and he fell down on his knees

So I leapt on that mother, my anger to appease
When I grabbed him by the throat, he said, "Oh, spare me please"
Sure as gullible as my name, I let him go back to the trees
And straight away the poisons flowing freely from the keys

The sky is gray and the grass unseen
And he's still the dumbest **** this concrete jungle's ever seen
That mother he was laughing, bathing in the heat
But then he slipped again and landed in the street

Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
Nobody's seen that mother high in the fleas
But there's a new one in the obituaries
And it shows four stars where the name oughta be

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Greeny Green - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Greeny Green
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): E Johnson, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening
To the rulers of the spirit world
(Really, really, really, really)

Yeah, yeah, that means poetry deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, yeah

Check this out, check this out, bust it

This is like a rocket, you never packed
This many condominiums in your pocket
Ugh, you never smoked this much weed before
Where else can these nigga go
Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh

I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for
I'm the one that holidayed ya
ATL, land where we parlay ya
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
It's enough females in the streets
To go 'round two, three times

Atlanta, the doctor's home
Always somebody hoggin' the payphone
Say holmes, where your daughter?
She'll tell ya, "I'm pure like artesian water"
Feed me a quarter like a jukebox

I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin'
The Lord gave me a blessing
Longest crops, I sees with you
You think the Lord pleased with you?
Ugh, you think he'd kiss you?
You think he'd kiss you or he'd dis you?

Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Bust it

Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck
Shark pools in the hall
One drop can start a frenzy

Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse
We here by being careful, vigilence
Vampires [Incomprehensible] lace personal pants with blood
Just ask for the special, crackers crave samples of niggas urine
Strands of hair and semen, blue lights in the basements
Having conversations with voices between four by fours

Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head
Stay, playing the role of executioner
Been years on death row, now he don't wanna die
For arranging his wife's murder
Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing break

Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
One deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Poetry runs deep in this team

Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Bust it

Belligerent thoughts of militant ways
Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the cuts
Terrible they bounce 'em every third month
Yeah, after the big flood of truth
Caught in your own evidence

Now you hesitant to believe me
You back to hangin' with parks
That's what you called her
Now you run 'cause you know
That's what you want
(That's what you want, what you want)

If I felt like everything was good
Maybe then I could knock on wood
To protect the good
That surrounds my innermost thoughts
Until my thoughts were caught unguarded
As hard as it is to be perfect I try

And I still flaw listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it before I did
Came up big, to dig an early grave
Get locked up and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the system

Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green

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One More Song For Jesus - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: One More Song For Jesus
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
We've traveled this world over in our day and in our time
We've heard some songs that made no sense and some that did not rhyme
We may never sing another song there ain't no way to know
But let's have one more song for Jesus 'fore we go

Oh, we may not live the letter of the law and live that truth
Judged and criticized for almost everything we do
But they cannot stop our singing though they're holier than we
Let's have one more song for Jesus if You please

They say they're gonna burn us in a not too distant day
I don't think we should buy that 'cause it just ain't Jesus' way
Now they say He's mean and vicious and there's nothing that He won't do
They must know a different Jesus than we do

Oh, we may not live the letter of the law and live that truth
Judged and criticized for almost everything we do
But they cannot stop our singing though they're holier than we
Let's have one more song for Jesus if You please

Some atheist may tell us He was just another man
Some say that He's a superstar and they're his biggest fans
He means so much to so many that I think you will agree
We oughta have one more song for Jesus if you please

Oh, we may not live the letter of the law and be that true
Judged and criticized for almost everything we do
But they cannot stop our singing though they're holier than we
So let's have one more song for Jesus if You please

We oughta have one more song for Jesus if You please
Let's have one more song for Jesus on our knees
Let's have one more song for Jesus if You please

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