Resurrection - Lyrics - Razorblade Romance - Him

Title: Resurrection
Album: Razorblade Romance
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
There was a time, when I could breath my life in you
And one by one, your pale fingers started to move
And I touched your face and all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
Falling from the grace

We've been slaves to this love from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection

And you kissed my lips with those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me and oh, how you missed
You touched my face and all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
Falling from the grace

We've been slaves to this love, from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love, from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection

This resurrection
Of this resurrection
Of this resurrection
Ooh aah aah ohh
Falling from the grace

We've been slaves to this love, from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection
We've been slaves to this love, from the moment we touched
And keep begging for more of this resurrection
Of this resurrection, my darling
This resurrection, aah
This resurrection, yea

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Chimaira

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Chimaira
Composer(s): Matt Devries, Mark Hunter, Jim Lamarca, Chris Spicuzza, Andy Herrick, Robert Arnold

Lyric:
Free at last
Finally tasting happiness
Five years of hell for nothing
Trapped inside the minds of failures

A wise man once said
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger"
But we were dead
So are we now invincible?

Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection
Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection

Final straw underlining ignorance
Consumed by greed and hate
Nothing swept under the veil of silence

Reality can't hear
Ways to get stopped just to start all over
Treated like shit
Pushed aside and expect to pull

Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection
Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection

We have become so goddamn powerful
We have become so goddamn powerful
We have become so goddamn powerful
We have become so goddamn powerful
We have become so goddamn powerful
We have become so goddamn powerful

All the beatings you gave us
We will use them against you
All the beatings you gave us
We will use them against you

Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection
Determination, perseverance
Resolution, resurrection

Free at last
Finally tasting happiness
The resurrection, resurrection
Resurrection, resurrection

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Resurrection Joe - Lyrics - The Cult

Title: Resurrection Joe
Artist: The Cult
Composer(s): Ian Robert Astbury, William Duffy

Lyric:
I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on this for sunshine
This is the resurrection
Yea, of the good times
I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Sunshine
This is the resurrection
Yea, yea, yea, of the good times

I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on me for sunshine
This is the resurrection, yea
Yea, of the good times

Resurrection Joe
Resurrection Joe

Two soldiers went marching
Well, down an open road
With a guilty load
One turned, the other said
"I am dead
This is my calling
On to you
My resurrection for you, yea"

I said
Hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep
Suck on this
For the sunshine

Resurrection Joe
Resurrection Joe

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The Resurrection - Lyrics - Circus - Lenny Kravitz

Title: The Resurrection
Album: Circus
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Craig David Ross, Lenny Kravitz

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Lyric:
If you could feel what I could feel
Well then you know His love is real
If you could hear what I could hear
Well then you know the King is near

The Resurrection is here to stay
And He's coming back again
The Resurrection is here to stay
And He's coming back again
To reclaim all His souls and set us free
The Resurrection is here to say
That He's coming back again

And look what He's done to me
Now I am living in another space and time
He walked on the righteous path
To keep us from Satan's wrath
We are not alone and we're goin' home

The Resurrection is here to say
And He's coming back again
The Resurrection is here to say
That He's coming back again
To reclaim all His souls and set us free
The Resurrection is here to say
That He is coming back again

To reclaim all His souls, claim all His souls
Claim all His souls, claim all His souls
Claim all His souls, claim all His souls
Claim all His souls, claim all His souls

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Coming Back Again - Lyrics - Tea Party

Title: Coming Back Again
Artist: Tea Party
Composer(s): Jeffrey Scott Martin, Robert Jens Rock, Stuart Chatwood, Jeffrey John Burrows

Lyric:
Tell me sister about the story
Of the man who lost control
Was it heaven or temptations
Or was it fire that stole his soul

And is he
Coming back again I'm
Coming back again
Coming back again I'm
Coming back again

I've been sleeping for a thousand ages
And I need to clear my mind
These painted mirrors give no reflection
It's getting hard to see the signs

You make the anger in me
You take the anger from me
You make the anger in me
You take the anger from me

The resurrection's near
The revolution's here

Coming back again I'm
Coming back again I'm

The resurrection's near
It's just a means to an end
So I'm coming back again

Coming back again I'm
Coming back again
Coming back again I'm
Coming back again I'm

I'm pretty sure that I haven't hurt you
But if I have you'll let me know
These painted mirrors and desperate measures
They take a while to steal your soul

You make the anger in me
You take the anger from me
You make the anger in me
You take the anger from me

The resurrection's near
The revolution's here

Coming back again I'm
Coming back again I'm

The resurrection's near
It's just a means to an end
So I'm coming back again

Come on
Come on
Come on
Oh yeah

The resurrection's near
The revolution's here

Coming back again I'm
Coming back again I'm

The resurrection's near
The revolution's here

Coming back again I'm
Coming back again I'm

The resurrection's near
It's just a means to an end
It's just a means to an end

Can you hear me, my friends
I said, I'm coming back again

I said, I'm coming back again
Coming back again
Coming back again

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Resurrection Song - Lyrics - Mark Lanegan

Title: Resurrection Song
Artist: Mark Lanegan
Composer(s): Mark William Lanegan

Lyric:
Day, end of day
Each hanging spiral
Where is the shore
From this clear blue silence

Up to the heavens that you daydream
Remembering the sun and the deep green ivy
I know that sleep walking too
In trying to be free

Of all this damage in my eyes
Making confusion in my mind
When I hear a resurrection song

Night lays me down when I'm fading
I can't go home because they hate me
To sing that resurrection song

Day, end of day
Each hanging spiral
What do you make
Of this clear blue silence

Now that the engine driver
Has grown to be a deep sea diver
And the street has got no end
Better keep your heart strong little friend

Thought I heard a resurrection song
Thought I heard a resurrection song

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The Death & Resurrection Show - Lyrics - Killing Joke

Title: The Death & Resurrection Show
Artist: Killing Joke
Composer(s): Jaz Coleman, Martin Glover, Walker Gil

Lyric:
Mark out the points, build the pyre
Assemble different drummers, light up the fire
Put on your masks and animal skins
Illumination, illumination

Listen to the drums
Between each beat, each beat of the drum
Oh beloved mother of liberty
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

And the day will come before the lights go out
Who will you turn to, who will you turn to
Choose the crucifixion or Osiris slain
Recurring themes, time again

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

Oh, how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel?s chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and resurrection show
Oh beloved mother of liberty, come to me

Everything I?m taught, amounts to not
Everything I learn, the fire shall burn
Notions of myself that I?m not
Whoever I was is now lost

Illumination, illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

Oh, how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel?s chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and resurrection show

Oh, beloved woman of liberty, come to me
Burn away all my impurities
Hold me in your arms

Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat

Oh, how ingenious the centuries of lies
Ezekiel?s chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts forget because we know
Souls are recycled in the death and resurrection show

Oh, beloved woman of liberty
Hold me in your arms

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Resurrection Mary - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: Resurrection Mary
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
In 1935, I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero
We used to go out to the track, we'd knock a few whiskeys back
I'd lose my shirt and then I would lose my way home

I was driving my Stutz Black Hawk through Justice in the dark
When suddenly the blood froze in my veins
She was standing by the road in an incandescent glow
My heart stood still, my foot slammed on the brakes

She said, "Please, please would you dignify my wish?
I'm trying to get to Heaven, could you tell me where that is?"
On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary

I was trembling like a leaf, I was scared beyond belief
After all my conscience ain't that clear
I used to work for Mickey Finn, I did the numbers for Big Jim
Perhaps my day of reckoning lies here

I said, "Please, please, I would dignify your wish
But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit amateurish
On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
I cheated time with Resurrection Mary

And I felt tears form in my eyes for the first time, I felt something
Deep inside and the first time I saw angels high in the air
For the first time in my life, and I said, "Mary, go to the light
It's gonna be alright"

I got down on my knees, I said, "Sweet Mary, please dignify
These wishes before you run", will you tell him I've reformed?
Will you tell him I'm reborn? She closed her eyes
And then she spoke in tongues

I said, "Please, please, tell me what he said", she said
"You must die the day before the devil knows you're dead"
On a wild Chicago night with a wind howling white
I waved goodbye on a wild Chicago night

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My Resurrection - Lyrics - One Nation Underground - Ill Niño

Title: My Resurrection
Album: One Nation Underground
Artist: Ill Niño
Composer(s): Dave Chavarri, Ahrue Ilustre, Cristian Machado, Jardel Paisante, Lazaro Pina

Lyric:
Oh, God, if I ever had a god
My soul, if I ever had a soul
Bring forth the unilateral
Condition

Rezando que siempre
(Praying that always)
Me des resolución
(You give me a resolution)

Recompose
Resurrect my termination
Through birth
Now that I am whole

This immaculate conception re-born
Again
I will strike back
Through my resurrection

Mi dios, yo te pido que me hables
(My God, I ask you to talk to me)
El sol me ha nublado los canales
(The sun has blinded my vision)
Tu voz, transmitiendo tus señales

(Your voice, transmitting your signals)
La sangre de mis manos
(The blood from my hands)
Está cayendo en tus calles
(Is dripping onto your streets)

Recompose
Resurrect my termination
Through birth
Now that I am whole

This immaculate conception reborn
Again
I will strike back
Through my resurrection

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Tv Womb - Lyrics - Amen - Amen

Title: Tv Womb
Album: Amen
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Chmielinski

Lyric:
These legs are spread
Guiding tomb
Gun in the mouth
Open wound

They fly around me
And they see what I see

We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness

With all the children dying
From all that crying

Inside my television
Inside my television
Inside my television
Without this resurrection

Inside my television
Inside my television
Inside my television
Without this resurrection

Legs are spread
Legs are spread
Legs are spread
Legs are spread

These legs are spread
Guiding tomb
Gun in my mouth
Open wound

They fly around me
And I see what they see

We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness
We can't kill the witness

With all the parents dying
From all that lying

Inside my television
Inside my television
Inside my television
Without this resurrection

Inside my television
Inside my television
Inside my television
Without this resurrection

Inside my television
Inside my television
Inside my television
...

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Creature - Moist

Title: Resurrection
Album: Creature
Artist: Moist
Composer(s): Mark Makowy, Jeff Pearce, David Usher, Paul Wilcox, Kevin Young

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Lyric:
I?ve been drowned out by the rain
Still I?m wishing I could stay
But I'm sorry, my old friend
I've got to leave you once again

And despite what I might say
I measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in the vein

And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we are
Can't be more 'til it's over
Here comes the resurrection

Everybody?s got to die from something
Nothing ever left to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal the way you cut them might be
Animal the way I cut you from below

So you goad me into spite
It's the cruelty that you'd like
It's the waiting for the one thing
That you never could define

Fill the longing just because
Emasculate the ones you love
Have to wait 'til it's over
We are the less than mighty

Never was a way I thought it could be
Never quite enough to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal the way you cut them might be
Animal the way I cut you from below

I've been drowned out by the rain
Still I'm wishing I could stay
But I'm sorry, my old friend
I'll have to leave you once again

And despite what I might say
I measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in the vein

And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we are
Can't be more 'til it's over
Here comes the resurrection

Everybody wants to die for something
Never thought I'd live to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal the way you cut them might be
Animal the way we caught you from below

And if anger is the ending
Of the thing that we've become
For the mother and the father
And the sister and the son

Through the shallow without wanting
Realization to mistake
Through the ugliness
To open all the things we can't replace

I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control

I will control
I will control
I will control

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: Resurrection
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Eugene Gales, Paul Ebersold

Lyric:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering, over the globe will my vocals be traveling
Unraveling my abdomen it's slime that's babbling
Grammatics that are masculine

I grab them in, verbally badgering broads
I wish that Madeline, was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even-steven
Proceed to read and not believing everything I'm reading

But my brain was bleeding, needing, feeding and exercise
I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines

I'm Nestle, when it's Crunch-Time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times

Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eating beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control

My style is too developed to be arrested
It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail

A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
I asked no for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquished since 'cause I was guilty in a sense

I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in flight

I send light like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes

In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made, I bathe in baselines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums, hooked on Negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt liquor

'Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech is lost quicker
Cruising South side streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don't now check it

I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga
Ain't scared of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the storm

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Deity - Lyrics - In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up (Live) - Ministry

Title: Deity
Album: In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up (Live)
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Paul Barker, Alain Jourgensen

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Lyric:
Eyes open, empty as halos
He comes for me, he comes for me
He comes for me deity, deity, deity

Help, what's the matter?
Looking for someone?
He comforts me, he comforts me deity

Resurrection coming in stereo
If you say so, if you say so
He comes for me

Let's pray, to TV divinity
He covets me, he covets me
Deity

Resurrection coming in stereo
If you say so, if you say so
Oh that deity

Resurrection coming in stereo
If you say so, if you say so
Oh that

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Broken Knees - Lyrics - Skrape

Title: Broken Knees
Artist: Skrape
Composer(s): Brian Milner, Pedro Sison, Michael Lynchard, William Keeton, William Hunt

Lyric:
My eyes seem to see
What others never see
Something's building inside me
But it's not for real

You hate, rape me

Some way is how
My resurrection's now
So unable to breathe
With broken knees

No cause for a scene
'Cause no one's knees are clean
Such a killer inside me
I'll come for you

You hate, rape me
You hate, rape me

Some way is how
My resurrection's now
So unable to breathe
With broken knees

Don't tell me I can't hate
You hate, rape me
You hate, rape me

I'll never hurry, I'll never worry
I walk on broken knees

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Communism - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: Communism
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Yo Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm
With a little bit of communism
Yeah, hah
So check it out, yeah

Chick-a chick-a I'm, chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my, my, own shit
Like an entrepreneur that stepped in maneur
Man, I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack Jill's big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the bitch
She betta have my money or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah, him be

That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down
I'm on some calm shit, watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
Was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
On my brain no complain and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle of ninety degrees
It's the nineties and music got known for grease

I got a sense of direction and a compass
Come passed MC's with no compassion
Though I heard the screams of
But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort
Commiserate at the fort with Jeff, I'm so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission

It's a common market and it's so much competition
But to me, competition is none
To my comp I'm a ton, I get amped like Watts in a riot
My compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
Without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

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Ghost - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Ghost
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Mark Jordan, Marshall Mathers, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine

LaughingYou motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black ghosts
Feel me?

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
When she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, can't peep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'll be ghost

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA!laughing

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Ain'T Ready - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Ain'T Ready
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): L Parker

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Lyric:
Uhh, they don't wanna battle
They ain't ready for the battle, uh-uh, uh-uh temple of hip-hop
Listen, listen, listen

Your spirit ain't ready, your church ain't ready
Your bishop ain't ready, your deacons ain't ready
Your choir ain't ready, your ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

Your spirit ain't ready, your church ain't ready
Your bishop ain't ready, your deacons ain't ready
Your choir ain't ready, your ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

Look, to all my people hurtin', all my people searchin'
What we know for sure, God is always workin'
Workin' while you flirtin', workin' while you jerkin'
Workin' while the world is turnin' and these cities burnin'

God is always workin', workin' while you learnin'
Workin' while you ignorant and when you're not concernin'
Christ consciousness, get that, got that
Spit that, rock that, hip that, hop that

You sniff that? Stop that, I give back and got back
Greedy? I'm not that, you needy for that shock rap
Slangin' on the block rap, duckin' where the cops at
I don't know that, but Jesus done copped that

Not that man on the cross, it ain't like that
You must act like the son of God, that's where the lights at
Stop readin' only and start bein' show me
Like the resurrection I'll be back, they can't hold me

The spirit ain't ready, the church ain't ready
The bishop ain't ready, the deacons ain't ready
The choir ain't ready, the ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

The spirit ain't ready, the church ain't ready
The bishop ain't ready, the deacons ain't ready
The choir ain't ready, the ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

One thing's for sure and believe it hurt
It's when the pastor ain't sure, and deceives the church
They don't know God's law, and can't see God at work
So when they see hip-hop, they push it to the back of the church

Like fig trees or figures they don't bear fruit
They gospel artists, still tryin' to chase that loot
Hear the truth now, I come to enhance the light
They women of God, singin' while they pants is tight?

They not hot, really they, regular
They clothes they flows, all that, secular
What's the difference I could stay in the world and wild
If these church girls wear more makeup than destiny's child

Keep it real christian, some of y'all liftin' ain't likin'
But this is the difference between a christian and a christ-ian
Stop readin' only and start bein show me
Like the resurrection I'll be back, they can't hold me
Listen, listen, listen

Your spirit ain't ready, your church ain't ready
Your bishop ain't ready, your deacons ain't ready
Your choir ain't ready, your ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

Your spirit ain't ready, your church ain't ready
Your bishop ain't ready, your deacons ain't ready
Your choir ain't ready, your ushers ain't ready
At the temple of hip-hop we teach many

Look, spiritual minded, you must find it
Find your spirit and go deep inside it
This goes out to the christ-ians listenin'
This is the flow that, gospel's missin' it's

Urban inspirational rap
We got our own section in the record stores, in our own rack
We respect tradition, from the start
But we now know, the true word of God is written in our heart

We gotta say somethin' to the streets kid
All these churches surroundin' the Devil still ain't defeat it?
They the type to get down, I'm the type to get up
From criminal to spiritual minded, now raise your head up

Let me start, these rappers ain't got God in they heart
All they want is quick money, and a movie part
Let me begin' what, where, why or when
What's the use of double platinum if you're livin' in sin

Hear the truth how long you think you gonna last
Rockin' the mic, without havin' to go back to class?
Now you're forced, to listen to the teacher outrap them
Yes there's life after platinum

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Resurrection #9 - Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Title: Resurrection #9
Artist: Lamb Of God
Composer(s): Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Abe Spade

Lyric:
Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past
Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away
Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God

I think not, serpent get thee behind me
Eradicated your somnambulant enigma
This field has lain fallow, won't erode
Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind

No, I won't soak up your misery
Won't soak up your weakness
Won't soak up your banality

Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done
Taste the frost, you chose your own death
You know that you choose well
I hate myself but not as much as I hate you
Tear yourself down

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