Prescription: Love - Lyrics - Oh My Gawd!!!...The Flaming Lips - Flaming Lips

Title: Prescription: Love
Album: Oh My Gawd!!!...The Flaming Lips
Artist: Flaming Lips
Composer(s): Wayne Coyne, Richard English, Michael Ivins

Lyric:
I been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when people can't get love
They substitute it with a bunch of drugs
If love was a drug that was real cheap
Everybody could get some sleep

Well, I been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when love don't get too far
They buy a real expensive car
If love was a car that was real cheap
Everybody could get some sleep

Let's give love the marketing scam
Let's give love the marketing scam
Make it something they can understand
Let's give love the marketing scam
Let's give love the marketing scam
And get on with it

I've been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when people don't have nobody
They spend their time makin' lots of money
If love was money and it was cheap
Everybody could get some sleep

Let's give love the marketing scam
Let's give love the marketing scam
Make it something they can understand
Let's give love the marketing scam
Let's give love the marketing scam
And get on with it

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Bubbling - Lyrics - Introducing IMx - Imx

Title: Bubbling
Album: Introducing IMx
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Lawrence Stephans

Lyric:
Me and my niggas is gettin' down like, what?
Immature for the 99 like, what?
Mad at my niggas 'cuz they platinum plus
Yo, I'm Ra-Ra, 'bout to tear [unverified] up

Frontin' 'cuz I said I couldn't trust a friend
Man, I'll never choose the chick again
It's time to double up, get this loot and win
Standed on my own, countin' benjamins, what?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

Now, I've heard about your kissing cousin
Telling me he's your blood when you know he really wasn't
(I can't believe you)
Pictures could be worth a thousand words, I try to understand

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

You could have told me the truth from the game
(Instead of runnin' behind my back
You should've said somethin')
Maybe then me and you would have been straight
(Now, I got problems with this nigga that I don't even know")

Staying nights at the crib, was you buggin'?
If I didn't love you, you'd have to get somethin', girl, I try

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

Never thought that I could get down like this
Immature back and back with more hit's
And we gonna bring it to ya' like, what?
All up in your face, you can't compare us
In the 99 we comin' to Hot

Sittin' on top of the world, it don't stop
Romeo, Batman, LDB
All chicks are the same, it ain't meant to be, what?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?

I'm just trying to understand
How you said he was your Fam
Could this all be a scam?
Why am I bubbling?
...

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Scam - Lyrics - Return Of The Space Cowboy - Jamiroquai

Title: Scam
Album: Return Of The Space Cowboy
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Jason Kay, Toby Smith, Stuart Zender

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Lyric:
You say you fight to give us freedom
But often more than not this is abused
And the faces of a tired generation
Have decided they are sick of being used
For the purpose of current declarations
Still the same, it will never change until the end

Is to buy the appreciation of the nation
To cover the mistakes you must defend
And you say there will be a chance for eveyone
To protest against your calculated greed
But I can see into the future
Won't be long before the welfare
Send me letters telling me how much they need

And it's not been in my interest to please them
For the only interest rate to fall is mine
See a brand new generation is demanding
What you've been doing with our money all this time

Scam, people try to live at the speed of light
Scam, don't know why but I've got to do the things I do
Scam, give me ten, that's the move I give you five
Scam, people say it's the way to stay alive

So you see you have to be a schemer
If you wanna love the life you have to live
And I don't matter how much I earn
Cos I always get my fingers burned
When the man gets down to his business
And I've been searching for a reason
Why I have to give it all up just I want to get ahead

See I had to lose car, job, wife, dog and home
Debts and threats on the phone
Maybe I should bust a move instead
Now we all know when we watch television
Not confused between a puppet or conviction
Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom
It ain't what it seems when it's a single sided system

Someone's got to hold on my living
So I'm gonna have to do the thing that's fair
They got to justify for what I should be giving
Should I lie, should I steal or should I care
Cos now I've got to scam

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The 5th - Lyrics - VI: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Title: The 5th
Album: VI: Return Of The Real
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
Hey, yo, Ice
This guy here say, he wants to get in, man
You're sure home boy's ready?
Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man

Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Aight, know what you're in for, right?

Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings
Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough

High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers
The ill niggas, Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath, if you trip on the click

A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips
You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead
A cop's better, use this biretta

Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch
'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers
Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts
Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert

Here's the keys to a truck
Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred
Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte, not off of gun play

Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed

Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when I wanna, then
Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it"

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
Columbian, Mexicano connect, raise the bet
One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck

Just a message to the rest, don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release

They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief

Now you do what we do, say what I say
Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

My friend, I thought this day would never come
What do you mean, man? Hey
Who was there when your wife had your first child?
Hey, why you're lookin' at me like that, man?

Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
Hey, I'm your friend, man
Now word's out you're talkin' to the feds about me
They lyin', man

There's only one thing I can do
Hey man, wait a
You treat me like a bitch
Hey, yo

Now look at you
Look at you, muthafucka
Now look at you

Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, I still got 'em to shake
They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half
Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million

Bounced him out in a hour, power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancin' with whores
No tellin' what he spilled when behind closed doors

The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
[Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser

No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk will bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream

Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica
In and out of town, before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off switch
Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

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The Fad Of The Land - Lyrics - Newsboys

Title: The Fad Of The Land
Artist: Newsboys
Composer(s): Steve R Taylor, Peter Andrew Furler

Lyric:
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this summer
I'm an early comer
Bought a gulf war hummer

Every fad I feel it's force
Every trend I do endorse
Got my genome mapping
Caught my smart dog napping

I'm charging up the new, new thing
I'm answering a customized ring
I'm starting from the place you stop
I'm packing for an ego trip, hop

Stop the scam you day traders in a traffic jam
Can the craze all you players outta plays
Fight the man all you suckers for a better brand
They got us living on the fad of the land

Get your pager on
'Cuz you know my number
I'm a wireless wonder
Got thumbs of thunder

I'm charging up the new, new thing
I'm answering a customized ring
I'm starting from the place you stop
I'm packing for an ego trip, hop

Stop the scam you day traders in a traffic jam
Can the craze all you players outta plays
Fight the man all you suckers for a better brand
They got us living on the fad of the land

Soul daddies in a fire wire tumble dryer
Soul mamas broke the breaker
Soul children packin' Prozac pacifiers
Get your plug-in we all need to plug in to our maker

I'm messing up the new, new thing
I'm answering a customized ring
I'm starting from the place you stop
I'm packing for an ego trip, hop

Stop the scam, can the craze, fight the man
They got us living on the fad of the land

Stop the scam you day traders in a traffic jam
Can the craze all you players outta plays
Fight the man all you suckers for a better brand
They got us living on the fad of the land
They got us living on the fad of the land
They got us living on the fad of the land

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On Foot - Lyrics - Pummel - All

Title: On Foot
Album: Pummel
Artist: All
Composer(s): Karl Mathew Alvarez, Stephen Egerton, Chad Allen Price, John William Stevenson

Lyric:
There's no car that I can't break
But there's no bus that I can take
So I'm walking, always walking
Can't afford to put you into the shop

You're never on the road, you're always on blocks
You're broken, always broken
I'll scam a ride from my best friend
Something is wrong with my car again

Body's all rust, your motor's fried
Junkyard said they wouldn't give me a dime
I'm hating, really hating
I'm not even gonna get you fixed

Trade you in, you piece of shit
You're worthless, totally worthless
I'll scam a ride from my best friend
Something is wrong with my car again

Busted engine, four flat tires
When i turn the key, you catch on fire
You can't be American
You must be Mexican or from Japan

"You're foreign", I said, "You're foreign"
Just turn over for Christ's sake
Take a little ghost ride in to the lake
You're history, fucking history

I'll scam a ride from my best friend
Something is wrong with my car again
Is wrong with my car again
Something is wrong with my car again

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Triple Up - Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'Ron

Title: Triple Up
Album: Killa Season
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Cameron Giles, Leon Huff, Gene Mcfadden, John Whitehead

Lyric:
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is

I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter
(That's right)
That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll, niggaz, chokin' now
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child

Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog

Bracelet switched to bangles, medallions shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles

Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch, nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin, bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches

Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on then, we lick 'em off
(Pap, pap, pap, pap)
Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off

Listen horse, a lot of niggaz I did endorse
Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed
(35 hundred)

Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
Remember back in the days, man them days is over

Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
And that was in the late 1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin, bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches

I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game, the same night I through triples and split

I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping they pockets and taking they projects

If you flip like T-Mobile, I could make you a sidekick
Shit, you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
But for now get ya hustle up

How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
Bubble coke and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin, bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches

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Golden Opportunity - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: Golden Opportunity
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
The kids are okay they're telling you now
But you're letting them down
'Cause you just don't know how
And it's a golden opportunity

I'm spinning in space
I'm laughing away your so pathetic
I can just hear them say
It's like a golden opportunity

You better hear it, see hear it
It's a golden opportunity
You better hear it, get near it
It's a golden opportunity

We reckon they're rats
Now see how they run my house is so common
And we're dumb we're so dumb
And it's a golden opportunity

Scream all you suckers
Scream all you can, I'm losing my bluff
It's a scam its a scam
And it's a golden opportunity

You better hear it, you better hear it hear it
It's like a golden opportunity
You better hear it, you better hear it hear it
It's like a golden opportunity

Alright

You better hear it hear it, hear it hear it
It's a golden opportunity
Hear it, hear it
It's a golden opportunity

You better hear it, you better hear it
It's a golden opportunity
You better hear it, you better hear it
It's a golden opportunity

You better hear it, you better hear it
It's a golden opportunity
You better hear it, you better hear it
It's a golden opportunity

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Skinny - Lyrics - Title Of Record - Filter

Title: Skinny
Album: Title Of Record
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick, Geno Lenardo

Lyric:
So here you are in your small little world
Kept up like a little precious virgin girl
To hear about your grace and your silly face
Wrapped up like a knot in a ball of shoelace
And everytime I talk to you
It sounds like you're caught in a psychological flu

Don't ever let them see you cheat
Don't' ever let them see you bleed
Don't ever let them shake your hand
Don't ever let them believe that scam

Skinny
And it will make you cry
Skinny
And it will make you lie
Skinny
And it makes you soft inside
Skinny
At least you will not die

And if you take a good look at them
All caught up in their graciousless win
Every sin is their seamless smile
Will go on for a countless while
And just because they think they've won
It just means that the shit has just begun

Don't ever let them see you cheat
Don't ever let them see you beat
Don't ever let them shake your hand
Don't ever let them believe that scam

Skinny
And it will make you cry
Skinny
And it will make you lie
Skinny
And it makes you soft inside
Skinny
At least you will not die

Skinny
Skinny

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I Am - Lyrics - The Gods Of Earth And Heaven - Army Of Lovers

Title: I Am
Album: The Gods Of Earth And Heaven
Artist: Army Of Lovers
Composer(s): M Dornonville De La Cour, Alexander Bengt Mag Bard, Dominika Peczynski, Anders Wollbeck, Jean-Pierre Barda

Lyric:
I am a Liberace fan
A mega star in glam I am
I am what Bobby is to Pam
Khashoggi to Iran I am

Looking in the mirror
The beauty that I see
It's hard to be this grand for free
Beg or steal or borrow
You'll never live to be
A charismatic star like me

God created man from dust
And man replied with sin and lust
God created man from dust
Eternal youth on solid ground

Beauty makes the world go round
Beauty makes the world go round
Amen

I am the pinnacle of man
A super selling brand I am
I am a record label scam
The biggest in Japan I am

Entering the ballrooms
The clocks come to a still
The multimillionaires I thrill
Headline of the columns
My duellantes I kill
The pantheon obeys my will

Law of nature since big bang
Cry like young wurther sturm und drang
Law of nature since big bang
And louder than the wall of sound

Beauty makes the world go round
Beauty makes the world go round
Amen

I am a Liberace fan
A mega star in glam I am
I am what Bobby is to Pam
Khashoggi to Iran I am

You're so selfish
You son of a egomaniac
Egomaniac, egomaniac

God created man from dust
And man replied with sin and lust
God created man from dust
Eternal youth on solid ground

Beauty makes the world go round
Beauty makes the world go round
Amen

I am a Liberace fan
A mega star in glam I am
I am what Bobby is to Pam
Khashoggi to Iran I am

I am the pinnacle of man
A super selling brand I am
I am a record label scam
The biggest in Japan I am

It's real, it's grand, I am

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Paid Vacation - Lyrics - Circle Jerks

Title: Paid Vacation
Artist: Circle Jerks
Composer(s): Keith Lehrer, Keith G Morris, Roger Dowding, Greg W Hetson

Lyric:
I hope you're having fun
Where's your uniform? Where's your gun?
Better rub up that suntan oil
'Cause you'll be fighting in the desert

It's not, Vietnam
Just another oil company scam
Salute that flag for Uncle Sam
Get your money out place your bets, it's Afghanistan

Fix bayonets, check grenades, got enough bullets
Got enough rounds to wipe out this place?
Were the infantry and the cavalry
Parachutes fill the skies, bodies burn and people die

It's not, Vietnam
Just another oil company scam
Salute that flag for Uncle Sam
Get your money out place your bets, it's Afghanistan

Fix bayonets, check grenades, got enough bullets
Got enough rounds to wipe out this place?
Were the infantry and the cavalry
Parachutes fill the skies, bodies burn and people die

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The Lesson Part 3 (It'S Over Now) - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: The Lesson Part 3 (It'S Over Now)
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Jaguar Wright, Ahmir Thompson, Karl Jenkins, Tarik Trotter, Malik Abdul-Basit, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, ?I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the house got melted
Some tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy' back?
Women say the sound of my voice, the Afro-disiac
Okayplayer.com, where you can hit me at
E-me and when I'm in your town, come see me

'The Real World' for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions since Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of fact

That it's the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner
Or just relax and peep how it's done
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because

The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now

Aiyyo, Dice's flows hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my scrotum

Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't fucking wit this shit
(I told 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't fucking wit the Roots crew
(I told 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is announced in

The arena, the grass is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girl

I just didn't have parents, The Roots found me in the trash
But still a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep talking shit, homeboy, that's your ass

The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now

It's just the simple part of the game
I guess it's just the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed again
Militant is atomic, you fall from the sky just like a comet

Move out 'til the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you 'bout?
How many of these niggas you doubt?
How many of these ladies making you shout?

You on a mission, so listen to this
Ask yourself what condition is this
Sick in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite disk
You gotta like this, asking me about the way that I stroll

About the way I enfold in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is things still the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get soaked in the suds

The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now
The lesson, now it's now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's over now

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Silence - Lyrics - Disconnected - Dry Cell

Title: Silence
Album: Disconnected
Artist: Dry Cell
Composer(s): Kasson Daniel, Hartwell, Brandon Krueger-Brown, Jeffrey Adam Gutt, Jeff Blue, Judd Baron Gruenbaum

Lyric:
I believe that I'm hangin' by a string
And I'm feeling so small in a world full of big things
Undone and I'm ready to explode on the thing I don't know
And I just wanna let go

Understand that the way that I am
Is a product of a scam that you pull on the last man
Undone and I'm ready to explode on the things
I don't know and I just wanna let go

Surprise, my eyes were open
Don't suffocate what's broken
Are you ever done? Are you ever free?
Silence makes me numb without you

You believe that you're changing everything
And you're feeling so tall that you can even see me
Undone and I'm ready to explode on the things
I don't know and I just wanna let go

Understand that the way that I am
Is a product of a way that you wanna play my hand
Undone and I'm ready to explode on the things
I don't know

Surprise, my eyes were open
Don't suffocate what's broken
Are you ever done? Are you ever free?
Silence makes me numb without you
How can this go on? Take it all from me
Silence makes me numb without you

I never meant to cause you pain
Fighting aggravation causing suffocation
Never meant to cause you pain
Fighting aggravation causing suffocation
I won't let you

Are you ever done? Are you ever free?
Silence makes me numb without you
How can this go on? Take it all from me
Silence makes me numb without you

Are you ever done? Are you ever free?
Silence makes me numb without you
How can this go on? Take it all from me
Silence makes me numb without you
Without you, without you, without you

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I Wish I Had A Date - Lyrics - In Your Face - Fishbone

Title: I Wish I Had A Date
Album: In Your Face
Artist: Fishbone
Composer(s): Walter Kirby, Angelo Moore

Lyric:
Well, I wish I had a date
So I wear my suit and tie
Well, I wish I had a date
With a pretty girl in mind

Well, I'll take her out to dinner
And I'll treat her real good
I'll spend all my money on expensive food
Show her off to all the rest of my friends

I'm not good lookin' but at least she's a 10
I won't pay attention while my buddies scam
I'll be in love with a bitchin' bim
You know I am but at least she'll pretend

Well, I wish I had a pretty face
And a body for brawls and fights
Well, if I didn't have a chicken face
I could mack 'em down the chicks at night

Well, we'll go out at night
And she'll ignore me
Just a little but not a lot
And she'll go flirt with the tough guys

And they'll fool around with her twat
And for the moment
That I have my back turned
She's making out in the parking lot

Well, I wish I had a date
With a lot of trust and devotion
Well, I wish I didn't have a chump
Who liked to spread her legs like the ocean

But if you know I had a date
And she wouldn't play on me
Cowwa-cowwa bunga
Yeah man, real peachy

Well, I wish I had a date
Well, I wish I had a date
Well, I wish I had a date
Well, I wish I had a date
Well, I wish I had a date
Well, I wish I had a date

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War At 33 1/3 - Lyrics - Public Enemy

Title: War At 33 1/3
Artist: Public Enemy
Composer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, Keith M. Boxley

Lyric:
War at 33 1/3, haven't you heard
I got quick and clever at the level
Of a scientist with this list
My fist pumps, chumps and don't miss

Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy
And any other nigger wit an attitude see
And any other rapper whose a brother
Who try to speak to one another

Gets smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98

Accelerate the race from the chase
Looka my face
It ain't hate but they don't want a debate
To take great

Can I live my life without 'em treatin'?
Every brother like me, like we're holdin'
A knife alright time to smack Uncle Sam
Don't give a damn, look at the flag

My bloods a flood without credit
Black and close to the edit
I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
War at 33 1/3 not really live, I rather do it at 45

Went west in the quest for my intelligence
Climbed a fence took a teacher on
Ain't seen him since, hence he winced
And convinced that the Black

Was back revolving to a renaissance
Bronze to gold I told felt bold
Taught a so called teacher our role
In civilizin' the whole globe

Banned unplanned as I said
I don't break down religion why?
There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon
Nature for bird, dog, worm or lion

So my question to man is, so why the lyin'?
God's law I saw is natural factual
Only man creates a waste
Defiance in his haste

Based on scheme a scam
From some mastermind damn if we read it
And we see it and still be blind
No need to search a fake church

Evangelical, huster
Anglo taxin' to muscle ya
Check I wreck you guess yes
All the bullshit now that's progress

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3 The Hard Way - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: 3 The Hard Way
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, Adam Horowitz

Lyric:
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models
Deep in Brooklyn I rode the L's
Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
At Edward R. Morrow out on Avenue L

Now we be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks
With the diamond stylus, yo we cutting wax
We're the super elastic bubble plastic
Got ethereal material that's straight up classic

You try to vex reject but you should respect
Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx
So don't start to flex up in the discotheque
Or we'll make you extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way, three the hard way

Your rhyme technique, it is antique
To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques?
Que cosa fai? Come sta e?
Ho fato molte telefonate

I said oops, gotcha clutch like Piazza
Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh
Holler back challah bread next
We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex

I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me
I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties
Time to count MC's in this place to be
Not five, not four, not two, just three

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way, three the hard way

Round house kick the mic out your hand
Drunken mantis, my name brand
So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
And I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam

Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop
I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop
So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait
E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face

You know we shake 'em, bake 'em then we take 'em
Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake 'em
If you sell our C.D.s on Canal before we make 'em
And serve you on a platter like steak 'em

We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way, three the hard way

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Porno Star - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Porno Star
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx

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Lyric:
C'mon, c'mon
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na

Got a date with
My modem line
Back door valentine

Internet jet set
My credit card's in debt

Going down, I'm going down
It's under my thumb
Dot com, dot cum

Web cam, super scam, triple X, cybersex
Shoot my rocks on the box
Peeping Tom on the net

Down, I'm going down, going down
I'm a cyber junkie, such a freak

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

It's dirty love
When I'm in love with a porno star

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Just the way it goes
I'm in love with a porno star

My URL has gone all to hell
HTTP, I'm addicted to technology

Going down, I'm going down, going down
I'm a cyber junkie, such a freak

C'mon, girls

When I grow up, I want to be
Just like Soleil, just like you
When I grow up, I want to be
Just like you, just like you
When I grow up, I want to be
Just like you, just like you

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Who To Listen To - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Who To Listen To
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Tim Marsh, Mark Wright, Gary Chapman

Lyric:
Don't take a ride from a stranger
No way to know where they go
You may be left on a long dark road
Lost and alone

Don't you recall what your Mama told?
You've got to learn hot from cold
When you're afraid that you might get burned
Where do you turn?

You've got to know who to, who not to listen to
You've gotta know who to, who not to listen to
Well, you know, they're gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to

How can you learn what is true and just?
How to know who to trust?
Here comes a man with a scam to sell
How can you tell?

You've gotta know there's a bigger plan
Room to fall, room to stand
Pray for the plan to begin in you
Keep your heart true

You've got to know who to, who not to listen to
You've gotta know who to, who not to listen to
Oh, you know, they're gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to

It's gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to

Everyone will have their words to say
Find the word to help you find your way

You've got to know who to, who not to listen to
You've gotta know who to, who not to listen to

Oh, you know, they're gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to
They're gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to

They're gonna hit you from all sides
Hit you from all sides, better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to, who do you listen to?

They're gonna hit you from all sides
They're gonna hit you from all sides
Better make up your mind who to, who not to listen to

Who to listen to
You've got to know, who to listen to
You gotta know who to, who to listen to

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Kick Along - Lyrics - Don't Sweat The Technique - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Kick Along
Album: Don't Sweat The Technique
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): William Griffin, Eric Barrier

Lyric:
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

If you like it acapella
Soul clap will be sweet
Almost complete
Feel the impact when it hit the street
But uh, it sound thicker when I kick it wit a beat
See I can let it speak for itself
But every now and then, I need a little help
Guess who, to the rescue? Comp
Ripping up comp, I step and then stomp
A spark scam'll skin the land like it's a Timberland
Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand
Then I pick a song, grab the mic, click it on
Time to get it on, kick along
See if you can move to the words I speak
Pick up on a rhythm (kickin' wit da beat)
My mentallect gets warm
Feed into your physical form
You can't keep calm
Get fit to the skit, try to hop on
Get up to the trick as I flip the script
You're feeling rust like a thrust of an arrow, plus
You're looking through the eye of a barrel, Bus
Emergency! Take him to the operating room
Put him on the floor, let his heart feel the boom
React to the wrath of a brand new song

Then kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

A kick is a hip wit hop
A pep wit step like the floor is hot
I project a lot so you can use every kick you got
But don't forget, don't kick when I stop
I'm something like Simon says
As I'm pumping hype rhymes in your heads
The mic's a remote control and I'm pointing it at cha
When I push buttons, you're gonna have ta
Break straight to the floor
'Cause I'm a make more
Each one's composed in the shows
And each one flows, how long, nobody knows
And whoever try to take 'em, I'm a break 'em
Drag it out of him, dehydrate 'em
The beat makes the beat in your heart accelerate
Your pulse is a drum roll, it's too late to wait
A pen'll send adrenaline to ten
If then begin to blend the smooth that's sent
That's to prevent you from getting asthma
You try to keep up, because, the cut has ya
Blood pressure to the point, never stops a drop
Putting stain in the veins in the brain, ya blood clots
Too quick to pause it, you almost lost it
So kick along to you're all exhausted
And look what my data made! my power'll never fade
I keep it energetic, or hype as Gatorade

Now kick it wit a beat
C'mon, kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick along

They can't wait to kick steps to this
So I make a skit just for kicks
Syncopated, pausing though
Innovated 'cause the flow
Melodic and melodramatic styles occur
Like a choreographer, my mind's a photographer
Making music visible for the individual
That gets visual
What I manifest you express on the dance floor
Pants get torn when the jam is on
'Cause I kick rhymes until the rhymes kick back
It's hard to kick that, where did'cha get that
Here's the concept, part of you're concert
Expect the expert to perfect and do work
Don't stop the song 'til I'm gone
Keep getting it on, kick it off with the horns

Kick along
Kick along
Kick along
Kick it wit a beat

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Snap - Lyrics - Dri

Title: Snap
Artist: Dri
Composer(s): Kurt P Brecht, Peter James Cassidy

Lyric:
No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson
Let us learn by our mistakes

Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing

So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a big time government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive

You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair

They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked

But then who am I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you,"You be free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?

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