Fight For The Rock - Lyrics - Savatage

Title: Fight For The Rock
Artist: Savatage
Composer(s): Criss Oliva, Jon Oliva, Steve Wacholz

Lyric:
Warriors of the fight, you're here in force tonight
Stand up and raise your fist 'cause you believe
You will never fade away, rock's here to stay
That's why you're gathered here tonight
Pledge allegiance to the rock, together you are strong

Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll
Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll

Stand up, be counted child
Don't slip away, don't ever let it get you down, no
Don't live your life in a frustration, get rock dedication
That's why you're gathered here tonight
Piercing sound, the thunder cloud explodes into the night

Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll
Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll

[Incomprehensible]

Warriors of the fight, soldiers of the night
Stand up and raise your fist 'cause you believe
We will never fade away, rock's here to stay
Let the torches light the sky

Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll
Fight for the rock
You know, you better fight for the rock
Fight for the rock 'n' roll

Ooh yeah, fight for the rock 'n' roll
Ooh yeah, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah, yeah, ooh yeah
Do it, do it, do it, do it
[Incomprehensible]

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Funny Little Feeling - Lyrics - Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers

Title: Funny Little Feeling
Artist: Rock 'N' Roll Soldiers
Composer(s): Marty Larson-Xu

Lyric:
I'm not doin' fine, I'm desecrating lives
I boned a phone booth of a lady shaky heinous crimes
Nailing hands down to floorboards, angry side gone overboard
And I'm bored, still bored, I'm so bored

I got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right through the ceiling
And sink my teeth in till the feeling's gone, yeah

Oh I'm the slow move guy, no time for swattin' flies
Appeasing bees knees, easing G strings
Sesing wheesing funny little feeling, lick it dry, wonders just who am I?
Prison warden, teenage boy, transvestite with high heels on

Hey where has my life gone
Ain't done anything I want
According to my list I've still got so many musicians to kill
Will kill until I fill my landfill full of bodies standing still

Got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right through the ceiling
And sink my teeth in till the feeling's gone, yeah

I got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right through the ceiling
And sink my teeth in till the feeling's gone, yeah

I got a funny little feeling
My arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I'll cannonball right through the ceiling
And sink my teeth in 'till the feeling's gone, yeah

I got a funny little, I got a funny little
I got a funny little feeling
I got a funny little, I got a funny little
I got a funny little feeling, feeling, feeling
Oh you know the feeling

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Hip-Hop (Remix) - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Hip-Hop (Remix)
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Andrew Mair, Vonkeli Williams

Lyric:
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs
'Turn Off The Radio', tune your frequency
This is DPz nigga, 'Revolutionary But Gangsta', holla back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Come again, break them chains, come on)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Break them chains, come on)

Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackas in the City Hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals
Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because they not Emcees
Get a little bit a lovin' think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all your records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug
R and B rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You rather have a Lexus? Or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer a necklace or freedom?

See a nigga like me don't playa hate
I just stay awake it's real hip hop
And it don't stop till we get
These crackers off out block
(C'mon)

We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'
The revolution won't be televised
Turn off that bullshit
We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'

One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks take control of your brain
I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react

Back to beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock 'n roll
Whether your projects' put on hold
In the real world, it's just people with ideas

They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world it's bigger
Than all these fake-ass records

When po' folks got the millions
And my sisters' disrespected
If you 'Check 1-2'
My word of advise to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor
Crowd-exciter, or you wanna just get high
Then just say it but then if you a liar-liar
Pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it, it's bigger than

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
Turn off that bullshit

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
'Turn Off The Radio'

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
You got a tie around your neck
But they breakin' your back

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
And if you got bling on your neck
You better watch your back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(It's still bigga then)

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
'Turn Off The Radio'

Word up, eyes open, fist clenched
Dare to struggle dare to win
Goin' out to all the ryders
RBG love, that's 'Revolutionary But Gangsta'

Word up, my whole team, D-Don
([Unverified])
Stik Daddy Dollas, maintain hold strong
Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them
We know they got they eyes on you

Word up, everybody doin' time
Minimum, medium, maximum
Super maximum security concentration camps
All the ryders we right there with you
RBG love it's goin' out like that

Everybody, push that middle finger up in the air
To George Bush if you know what time it is
Yeah, turn off the motherfuckin' radio

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Passion - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Passion
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Kendred T Smith, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
I know y'all love me, let's go

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
But I'm still waitin' for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin', this ain't all for nothin'
The talent is passion of mine, I'm sick of sufferin'
I know Your plans is greater than mine, so I'm askin'

Why do You want me dead or alive?
An' how could You let the people see me through the enemy's eyes?
Like jealousy, envy, Feds wanna convict Gotti
I'm thinkin', "Probably we was gettin' too much money"

Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin'
An' after overall assumptions, or it's all or nothin'
Ain't nothin' stoppin' the second comin' except the coffin

I may be encased, but even from there I still touch 'em
Niggaz ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
But what's love when your friends become enemies
Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams
An' as bad as everythin' seems
Keep hustlin', we gon' get it by any means

How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Makin' it hard for us to eat an' breathe an' live
An' they swear they got niggaz that's informin' them

They've been handin' down indictments for about a year
An' they send nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear
An' the Bible that said, "Thou shall not fear no man but God"
Whoever said that ain't never faced the law

And why all this fake probe is goin' on?
I'm fightin' niggaz, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
How could you hate me? Why would the Lord forsake me?
Put the weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm thinkin' I could brush it off an' nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids, Britney, Jeffry an' Jordan

Keep coppin' new whips, Bentleys, Benzs an' Porshes
My niggaz an' my fans is the only thing of importance
It's crazy how the world turns
Sometimes you gotta light up an' let it burn

Sweep up your ashes, put 'em up in a urn on a mantle for memories
I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me
The passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear
You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear

The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes
I believe in puttin' my life in the hands of God
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
You know, you give love to all my niggaz
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga?
My nigga Prim, we with you niggaz
Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga

My whole career an' shit
All the fans, fuckin' with a nigga
All my Rocafella niggaz, Terror Squad niggaz
My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz

Desert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz
Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz
What up Prince?

My niggaz from The Source, my fam
My nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa?
Dave, all my niggaz at radio
Retail, all the DJs, you know what it is

All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin'? You know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggaz, L.A., my Death Row family, what up Suge?

All my Miami niggaz, what up Ump?
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?[Incomprehensible]
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me

All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, Rule
My nigga Buck from the boards
I got my family out here with me an' shit
My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R., Lil' Amber, nothin' but love

My brother Denzel D, what up nigga?
My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up?
My nigga Sun, what up nigga?
Fred, what's happenin'? Holla

Slig, what's goin' on, nigga? O-Easy, my nigga Black
Jodi, we here niggaz, Black Child, I see you
My nigga Lac, what up Caddy?
My nigga Jimi Kendrix, one of the best[Incomprehensible]

Lloyd, what's happenin' nigga?
We gon' killin' 'em this year, huh?
My nigga Gutter, B Gizzy
Ashanti, what up baby girl?

C.Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don, all my Hollywood niggaz
All my niggaz, my nigga Nicholas, my nigga Todd
Short Man, Santana, the God

I wanna give a special shout to the woman who made me
Made all this possible, Debra, my moms
An' the woman who made her, Mary, I love y'all
An' I know y'all love me too, Rule

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