Past In Present - Lyrics - The Reminder - Feist

Title: Past In Present
Album: The Reminder
Artist: Feist
Composer(s): Leslie Feist

Lyric:
The scarlet letter isn't black
Gotta know who's got your back
He comes in right in front of you
He comes telling you the truth

So much present
Inside my present
Inside my present
So so much past

Inside my present
Inside my present
Inside my present so so

Feeling it too dark to bright
When a wrong becomes a right
Oh when a mountain fills with light
It's a volcano, it's a volcano
It's a volcano, it's a volcano

And so much present
Inside my present
Inside my present
And so so much past

Inside my present
Inside my present
Inside my present
And so so much past

Inside my present
Inside my present
Inside my present
So so much past

Inside my present
Inside my present
Inside my present
And so so

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Breathe - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: Breathe
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson, John David Jackson, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Woo, woo, woo
Breathe

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin' better year by year
Like they say wine do

Cops couldn't smell me
If you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches
Wanna taste my wealth

But I keep 'em on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep 'em on the quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath

I got 'em grabbin' they chest
'Cuz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay
In a hearse than lay in the bach

And I ain't just layin' a verse
I'm sayin' the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone, so I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

I see 'em on the block when I passes
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
I make it hard to breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes

'Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to
(Breathe)
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin' at ninety
That's the reason they signed me
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut

How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators

I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then
(Breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these niggas can't breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute

Catch a breath, for you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F

To the A-B, it's in the may be
Rollin' with my baby
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in KayBee

I rhyme slick on ya
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know 'bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin' hope
Unless these motherfuckas
(Breathe)

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
(Breathe)

Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody
(Breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)

Four then you gotta
(Four)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta breathe

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House Of Love - Lyrics - East 17

Title: House Of Love
Artist: East 17
Composer(s): Robin Goodfellow, Anthony Michael Mortimer

Lyric:
Everybody, everybody in the house of love
Everybody, everybody in the house of love
Everybody, everybody in the house of love
Everybody, one love, one God

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

We got to stop the pain and put the the wars on hold
Let the power of love inside the soul unfold
Free the mind, let it rise above
We've gotta change this world into a world of love

Mother Earth, she's on overload
One more war and she might explode
We got to look back and see a love from the past
We got time to change it but it's running out fast
(Out fast)

Not bothered about your color
Concerned about your creed
In the house of love, everybody's free

Not bothered about your color
Concerned about your creed
In the house of love, everybody's free

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

How many more tears must she cry?
How many more fears must be felt inside?
Before we realize we've gone too far
The creator created, we tore apart

Love can guide us back on the right road
Gotta save the planet before she explodes
We gotta love our mother, gotta let her know
Boom, boom, before she blows

Not bothered about religion
Not bothered about belief
In the house of love, everybody's free

Not bothered about religion
Not bothered about belief
In the house of love, everybody's free

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Born to live, we live to die
Our eyes can't see, they can only cry
But our mother's tired of crying, she's had enough
She's gotta surely blow 'cause we're giving up

Build the house of love while we've got the time
Too many bombs in the world, it's like a living mine
The house of love is what we must build
The past won't last if the present is killed

Not bothered about your color
Concerned about your creed
In the house of love, everybody's free

Not bothered about your color
Concerned about your creed
In the house of love, everybody's free

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love, one God
Everybody in the house of love

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
Come on now, free your soul
Everybody in the house of

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Scattered - Lyrics - Nimrod - Green Day

Title: Scattered
Album: Nimrod
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
Well I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
All the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

Well loose ends tied in knots
Leaving a lump down in my throat
Well gagging on a souvenir, live to tell another year
Well drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself open wide
Living out a sacrifice

Open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

If you got no one
And I've got no place to go
Would it be alright?
Could it be alright?

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
Well all the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

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Ever Present Past - Lyrics - Memory Almost Full - Paul Mccartney

Title: Ever Present Past
Album: Memory Almost Full
Artist: Paul Mccartney
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney

Lyric:
I've got too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it isn't too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past

I've got too much on my mind
I think of everything to be discovered
I hope there's something to find
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past

The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid

I couldn't understand a word that they were saying
But still, I hung around and took it all in
I wouldn't join in with the games that they were playing
It went by, it went by, in a flash
It flew by, it flew by, in a flash

There's far too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it's never too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past

The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid

The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid
When I was a kid

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Breathe (Remix) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Breathe (Remix)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson, John David Jackson, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Breathe, oh
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!

Breathe
One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe, oh

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these niggaz can't breathe
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe

Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta breathe

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin' better year by year
Like they say wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through

And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself and just take a deep breath

I got em' grabbin' they chest
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts

I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone

Breathe
One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe

Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta breathe

I see 'em on the block when I passes
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
I make it hard to breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to breathe

They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90
That's the reason they signed me

It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimators
And ride up on them like they escalators

They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then

Breathe
One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F

To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
I rhyme slick on ya
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin' hope
Unless these motherfuckas breathe

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
Everybody breathe

One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
Three and then a four, four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Breathe

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Revolving Door - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Revolving Door
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I live a life these player haters would love to be living
Since a kid I've been surround by beautiful women
And slippen' in them to win them the unforgiven
Still something's missing
'Cuz deep inside I'm suffering of a lonely hard condition

Wishen I could find a girl that would take me away
From the chaos of the city
And then everyday part that I play tell me why lay low
Why say no when I got girls serenading at my window

Ladies good to go we's major league the new breed no so so
Highly advanced they've got the game to get in any girls pants
And romance her stone 'cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone I make them moan

Yes I'm the one between the sheets I amaze and stun
Ain't no need for me to brag about the way that I'm hung
Let's just say I got the skills to get the flyest girl sprung
Or they'd take and make an older lady feel young

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I keep my girls in rotation door rotating
You looking for a good time I'm always on vacation
You could stop by baby if you want to try your luck
But don't waste my time unless you're down to fuck
Unless your coming back for more well then you know what's up

You know the routine
Girl you're not the one you're just a one night fling
Some ass to hold casanova over over to the right girl pass
I wonder I could pass and I'll drop this lifestyle fast

'Cuz what I'm really looking for is the one that will last
And make my present past
My adolescence surpassed by the will to chill
I'm looking for some real in a world of fake ho's in high heels

I'll drop that hot wax on you nipples causing trouble
And when you ride me yo'll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drives kicking I'm sexually exploring
So many possibilities it seems my life can never get boring

'Cuz I ain't fucking around I'll run down the right way
I'll rock your world nightly so can I hit it lightly?
Yo girl I like it like that let me hit from the back
I'm a natural aphrodisic better know as a Mac

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

That's alright, now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

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Ghetto - Lyrics - A Change Is Gonna Come - Leela James

Title: Ghetto
Album: A Change Is Gonna Come
Artist: Leela James
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Leela James, Jerry Duplessis

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Lyric:
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa

She be like, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, stop!
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
I didn't wanna scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone'

When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I'm feedin' him
And he's happy, there's no drama
So you can save those high notes for the opera

'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up
Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms

She be like, one Mississippi two Mississippi stop
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Didn't want to scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone

Took advantage of his kindness
Didn't appreciate his sweetness
Now I'm present, you're the past
Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last

'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up
Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup
They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms

I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain't no confusion)
I want you to know it's me he's lovin'
(You know it's you I'm lovin', yeah)
I'm even thinking about having his children
So, I think you should find yourself a new boy
'Cause this ship done sailed a long time ago

Have you ever been in a party?
Droppin' your sexy and bottles came flyin' in your direction?
Turned around saw two kitty cats fightin'?
Tried to play the good Samaritan, now your face is scratchin'

They gettin' pretty, pretty, they gettin' girly, girly
Someone call security 'bout to be an ally
Stilettos comin' off, white tees commin' off
When the cops shut it down half the party's in my loft

One Mississippi two Mississippi stop
Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Didn't want to scrap, poppin' on the cap when ya gotta fall back now
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)
Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone'

Ya, listen it's the sound of Leela James with the Refugees
Uh, uh, don't make me get ghetto
(Trouble in here, leave 'em)
I don't wanna get ghetto, no

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My Past Is Present - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: My Past Is Present
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Wynn Stewart, Merle Haggard

Lyric:
The girl I love so much just walked in the door
My past is present but she's not mine anymore
Did she stop by to hurt me or does she even know I'm here
My past is present, could it be that she still cares

For without her there's no future, she's close yet far away
I keep hoping that my tomorrows will catch up with yesterday
For time has stopped my world has stopped since she went away
My past is present, I just hope she's back to stay

For time has stopped my world has stopped since she went away
My past is present, I just hope she's back to stay

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Well Water - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Well Water
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Shannon Houchins, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine

Now I done came a ways up this long road, in spite of the lies that y'all told
Believe me these folks is all cold from the Polo Club to Paul doe
They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber
But you couldn't look past my skin, so me and Ken wrote about the water
Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks
But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin' beyond that cheap talk
'Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle
So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle

And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub
Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub
I'm crumblin' buds of homegrown, ponderin' shit that's gone wrong
But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin' that's lone gone
My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin'
With whatever drug you pedalin', from acid coke to heroin
But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats
I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel
Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel
Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country now
The birthplace of Bubba 'Kay now leave before the sun is down
It's funny how you look at us as nothin' more than crumbs of dust
That's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust
Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak
With this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat

Bouncin' beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome 'n' blades
And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin' on foamy plates
Ain't nuttin', we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us
I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie, but I still feel we 'Big Tymers'
Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin'
Like today is forever 'cause tomorrow is for the vision
Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it
I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Man I'm feelin' day to day, on dope quotes ridin' a boat that hope floats
With an entourage of po' folks, who smoke dope but don't cope
I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized
No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise
It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit
All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit
Did you know they closin' down the only factory in this town?

But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around
I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution
He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution
As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued
At twenty dollars a jug, so yes sir, we puttin' it out soon
But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart
What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx
So when I'm easin' up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all
Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

If you need to bathe, then bathe
And if you wanna drink, come on and drink from this well

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay
Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin' for this
Huh, you need it, Bubba

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Freedom Time - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Freedom Time
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn N. Hill

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Lyric:
Everybody knows that they're guilty
Everybody knows that they've lied
Everybody knows that they're guilty
Resting on their conscience eating their inside

It's freedom, said it's freedom time now
It's freedom, said it's freedom time now
Time to get free, oh, give yourselves up now
It's freedom, said it's freedom time

Yo, there's a war in the mind, over territory for the dominion
Who will dominate the opinion, skisms and isms
Keepin' us in forms of religion, conformin' our vision
To the world churches decision trapped in a section
Submitted to committee election, moral infection
Epidemic lies and deception, insurrection of the highest possible order
Distortin' our tape recorders from here and like under water
Beyond the borders fond of sin and disorder

Bound by the strategy, it's systematic depravity, heavy as gravity
Head first in the cavity, without a bottom, a fate worse than Sodom
What's got 'em drunk of the spirits, truth comes, we can't hear it
When you've been, programmed to fear it
I had a vision, I was fallin' in indecision
Apollin', callin' religion, some program on television
How can dominant wisdom be recognized in the system
Of Anti-Christ, the majority rules intelligent fools, PhD's in illusion
Masters of mass confusion, Bachelors in past illusion

Now who you choosin', the head or the tail, the bloodshed of male
Or confidence in the veil, conferences of Yale
Discussin' doctrines of Baal, causin' people to fail
Keepin' the third in jail, His word has nailed
Everything to the tree, severing all of me from all that I used to be
Formless and void, totally paranoid, enjoy darkness as the Lord
Keepin' me from the sword, blocked from mercy, bitter than Ceres
Hungry and thirsty, for good meat we would eat
And still dined at the table of deceit, how incomplete

From confrontation to retreat, we prolong the true enemies defeat
Destitute a necessity causin' desperation to get the best of me
Punishment 'til there was nothing left of me
Realizin' the unescapable death of me
No options in the valley of decision
The only doctrine, supernatural circumcision
Inwardly only water can purge the heart, from words, the fiery darts
Thrown by the workers of the arts, iniquity, shapen in

There's no escapin' when you're whole philosophy is paper thin
In vanity, the wide road is insanity, could it be all of humanity?
Picture that, scripture that, the origin of man's heart is black
How can we show up for an invisible war
Preoccupied with a shadow, makin' love with a whore
Achin' in sores Babylon, the great mystery
Mother of human history, system of social sorcery
Our present condition needs serious recognition
Where there's no repentance there can be no remission

And that sentence, more serious than Vietnam
The atom bomb and Saddam and Minister Farakkhan
What's goin' on, what's the priority to you?
By what authority do we do the majority hasn't a clue
We majored in curses, search the chapters, check the verses
Recapture the land, remove the mark from off of our hands
So we can stand in agreement with his command
Everything else is damned, let them with ears understand
Everything else is damned, let them with ears understand

It's freedom, said it's freedom time now
It's freedom, said it's freedom time now
It's freedom, I'ma be who I am
It's freedom time, said it's freedom time
Everybody knows that they've lied

Everybody knows that they've perpetrated inside
Everybody knows that they?re guilty, yes
Resting on their conscience eating their insides
Get free, be who you're supposed to be
Freedom, said it's freedom time now
Freedom, said it's freedom time
Freedom, freedom time now

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The 1st Whutchacallit - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: The 1st Whutchacallit
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Anderson Mathis, Manuel Morris

Lyric:
That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx

Now allow me to present the very first resident
Of this millennium mind frame, no angel but Heaven-sent
So make a print on this landscape and when it's little as a handshake
I convince you to think of Bubba as yo' brother the color of mayonnaise
We lockin' up these airwaves from La Grange to that staircase
And your projects up in Queens with no budgets nothin' but dreams

I consume me a couple of Beams now I'm feelin' like life is wonderful
Got me seein' past the lies that otherwise make me uncomfortable
I'm peepin' out this jungle full of snakes, tigers and elephants
All huntin' the same prey but the chase got them all negligent
And Betty looks so elegant but our motive's dirty like sediments
It takes more to make Bubba sway to slick
Talk at handsome measurements

Fuck it I'm turnin' celibate, nah, I'm only playin'
If yo' lady listenin' now, takin' her on home but she stayin'
I bet y'all think he playin' when he tellin' y'all he the first
Whutchacallit, alcoholic, with that 32-gallon thrist

Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin' foolish at yo' function
The first whutchacallit, tryin' out yo' daughter's suction
The first whutchacallit, lookin' clean and still stankin'
The first whutchacallit, in your head has gotcha thinkin'

I'm the first whutchacallit, spinnin' frequent in yo' city
The first whutchacallit, every weekend gettin' shitty
The first whutchacallit, ridin' chrome just because
I'm the first whutchacallit, with some nuts all in my drawers

You probably saw me out in Kaia lit pushin' up on Mya
When the vibe ask her why I bet she say that I'm a liar
But I feel like I'm that fire and these bitches share that sentiment
My project's in the woods scarin' like the Blair Witch with
Flippin' it, from one roll to another head then cut her
In the back, another knack, now picture that with out a rubber

Out the cutter twistin' green, listenin' to what you seen
That slick shit you spit get Nada, not a fuckin' thing
Fuckin' Queens small time but mostly it's just bear holes
And assholes with aloe but I guess you know how that goes
I'm shallow for now, but wait a second, it gets deeper
I'm through cryin' over her cause after this shit I want neither

I'm off the meter totin' heaters 'cause you showed me that's the sensity
A country Caucasoid talkin' noise cause it's my destiny
What you thought it was ain't nothin' like what it is
From the swats up to your neck got every cent bumpin' in

Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin' foolish at yo' function
The first whutchacallit, tryin' out yo' daughter's suction
The first whutchacallit, lookin' clean and still stankin'
The first whutchacallit, in your head has gotcha thinkin'

I'm the first whutchacallit, spinnin' frequent in yo' city
The first whutchacallit, every weekend gettin' shitty
The first whutchacallit, ridin' chrome just because
I'm the first whutchacallit, with some nuts all in my drawers

Hey man forgive me if the thought of Bubba woke you from yo' sleep
But next time, get that phlegm up out your throat before you speak
Why won't you just compete instead of mumblin' petty shit?
Or let me visit witcho' gul to see how wet that Betty get
Very sick how I spit, next let's hit the next millennium
I'm fuckin' with the best, then I kill the rest, I pity 'em

Oh Bubba K's the silly one that Sparxxx my interest
We lose so many units that the fuckin' charts exempt us
For me to guard is endless, got me try na get some ice
So I can see the pray to Christ, 'cause right now I'm hatin' life
I won't never take advice so let me be to find myself
And even though I can't see I beg you Lord for helpin' well

And whoever else that felt my plight, I hope you take flight
The flaws, snappin' jaws, no applause, exit stage right
From daylight to the day gone if you ain't wrong stay strong
And show these fuckin' faggots seven figures they can hate on

Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin' foolish at yo' function
The first whutchacallit, tryin' out yo' daughter's suction
The first whutchacallit, lookin' clean and still stankin'
The first whutchacallit, in your head has gotcha thinkin'

I'm the first whutchacallit, spinnin' frequent in yo' city
The first whutchacallit, every weekend gettin' shitty
The first whutchacallit, ridin' chrome just because
I'm the first whutchacallit, with some nuts all in my drawers

Whutchacallit, get yo' ass up
Get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up
Get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up
Get yo' ass up boy, get yo' ass up

Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin' foolish at yo' function
The first whutchacallit, tryin' out yo' daughter's suction
The first whutchacallit, lookin' clean and still stankin'
The first whutchacallit, in your head has gotcha thinkin'

I'm the first whutchacallit, spinnin' frequent in yo' city
The first whutchacallit, every weekend gettin' shitty
The first whutchacallit, ridin' chrome just because
I'm the first whutchacallit, with some nuts all in my drawers

Like that, 9-6, [Incomprehensible]
Bubba K, Khalifani on the beat
Rip the face off of this bitch
G.A. mob up in this bitch, like that
Baby give me love

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Ghetto Prisoners - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Ghetto Prisoners
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Damon Blackmon, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga, live for this
Some of y'all don't live at all
Get yours, nigga, get yours, baby
Uhh, yo, yo

As the night closed down on the earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights, destination for kings
With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.

About to shoot us for revolution, that's how you gotta move
A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused
Who's to be praised, the mighty dollar or almighty Allah

I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds
My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's

With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channelin', from past to present time
Heaven shines light on those innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers and some girls become hoes

And you accounted for, everything that you heard
Do not speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words
My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

Yo, we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings
Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
Sinners who faithless, still there's hope
Pray it's answered, dreams turned real

What's a wicked nation? One with blind men
Not takin' charge of the situation
Empty arguments and real conversation's needed
The world'll need it, to hear it

Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it's chronic herb
This hurt come from the honest word
I now try hardest to serve my maker
What I learned, find it's way on the paper

So I could dictate it, articulate it
Luckily, I was put on one of the ships that made it
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic, satan jigs the planet

Not to get too religious
But who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, O Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies
The truth is time waits for none of you
In fact, he can't wait for the date to snatch
The ground right from under you

Small visions of better life, if cheddar was right
Lurk in the mind of young ones ahead of they time
Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin'
Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin'

Judges is not relatin' to pleas
Guns bustin' where the kids play
Ricochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A.

Around the way, where we from
Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past
And a newborn's, first time to be here at last

And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain
Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came
Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers
Readin' history, but who's the authors?

For some the game is easy
For most of us, the game is much harder
But never lose faith
Through the years just get smarter

Ghetto prisoners, ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

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Steam Engenius - Lyrics - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank - Modest Mouse

Title: Steam Engenius
Album: We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Tom Peloso, Joe Plummer, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Johnny Marr

Lyric:
I was born in the factory
Far away from the milk and tea
What's the use?
Oh, what's the use?

You chitters are split in half
A mechanical sacrificial
Calf for you
Oh, all for you

Steam engenius you see
Steam engenius enough
To answer anything you need
But what's the use?

Chum and nature was the start of me
Well, I acted once right
But naturally it wasn't hatching love
Though not my fault, no

I held my hands
The beating heart of a robot
He likes his car that's out waiting in the parking lot
Just for you

What a waste of time
What a waste of words? What a waste of strength
Well, I smoke in my neck and you see far
You meant for clenching your leg

I was born in the factory
Far away from the milk and tea
What's the use?
Oh, what's the use?

Bliss through waters, I was split in half
A mechanical sacrificial
Calf that flew
Oh, off they flew

Steam engenius, you see
Steam engenius enough
To answer anything you need
And I like speed

I held my hands
The beating heart of a robot
He likes his car that's out waiting in the parking lot
Out for you

What a waste of time
What a waste of words? What a waste of strength
Well, I smoke in my air and you spoke far
You meant for dizzying lay

Both hassle men
Half like a joke
Trying to make another joke
Laugh, ha, ha

Stasisity's what you brought
Like a rickshaw getting pulled
Around by another rickshaw
Rickshaw

In the past talking present tense
Gonna break it
Gonna wreck it
Gonna try to make it all make sense

Stasisity's what you got
Like a rickshaw getting pulled
Around by another rickshaw

Steam engenius, you see
Steam engenius enough
To bring my own damn doom
What could I do?

I been blamed then blamed the groom
Well, deep inside and
Everybody knew it was them
It's caught on them

Things rain in stories Greek
I didn't want it, you gave me deity
It was you
Yeah, all for you

I was born in the factory
Far away from the milk and tea
What's the use?
Oh, what is the use?

I held my hands
The beating heart of a robot
He likes his car that's out waiting in the parking lot
Just for you

I'll start up the man, screech like a dead man
Then rip into my own rear end
I didn't even know
That was my own damn plan

What a waste of time
What a waste of words? What a waste of strength
Well, I spoke it by now, you broke your thought
You meant for for it

I held my hands
The beating heart of a robot
He likes his car that's crying out, waiting in the parking lot
Going woo, hoo

Stasisity's what you got
Like a rickshaw getting pulled
Around by another rickshaw

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Hot Fudge - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Hot Fudge
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Marlon Maurice King, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip, losing concentration

Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
Fear me, it's in your bloodstream, feel the circulation
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunization

Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose
I love bring that shit right at you, door to door service
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust
(Bust)
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous

You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within making your head spin

Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge

Da da do dee da do da de do da da ohh ohh ohh
Do da do dee da do da de do da da oww oww oww

Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
Violating the world, annihilate your whole area

Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
23 years deep and I still exist as Busta Rhymes!
Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is

In my past life the world felt my mega blast
Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked

Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
In '89 when we signed this, Leaders Of The New School
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards

Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
Yo, I love to dig from deep within making your head spin

Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge coming on in, good Lord
Hot fudge coming

Da da do dee da do da de do da da ohh ohh ohh
Do da do dee da do da de do da da oww oww oww
Da da do dee da do da ohh ohh ohh
Do da do dee da do da oww oww oww

Numerals of funerals everyday
Numerals of funerals everyday
Numerals of funerals everyday
...

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The Basement - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: The Basement
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Nick Dida, Dwight Myers, Rob Odindo, Corey Brent Penn, Peter O Phillips, Winston Delano Riley

Lyric:
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby
That's right, this is called, 'The Basement'
And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the basement

The basement, put the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement, next we got, a special guest
I ain't gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap along

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a black man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat
I wonder who this is comin' up?

Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the U.S. states, even London

Past and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the basement

That's right, crazy funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes beats in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at six block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix

I get deeper than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where I dwell
Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, baby pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover, everybody
[Inaudible]

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