Screaming Kings - Lyrics - Another Spin Around The Sun - Edwin

Title: Screaming Kings
Album: Another Spin Around The Sun
Artist: Edwin
Composer(s): Edwin Ghazal, John Keller

Lyric:
Boy, in your make up
Playing your favorite role in front of everyone
Shine in the light before your moment comes

Boy, you gotta wake up
Because the sins of time bury all those signs
Of the loaded dice you just couldn't throw
What they taught you then how to make new friends

And all at once the door
You came in through before slams closed
And all the ones you can't turn back
You're slipping through the void

Fear of paranoia, you're gone
Well, the screaming kings
Are flying bullet proof wings
You lit the fire

Toys, you gotta pick em
Showing off your skills of moves you borrowed
Pride that you can't hide becomes pretty wild
What part of the plan
Don't you understand you're a family?
And then you shed your skin

And all at once the door
You came in through before slams closed
You find yourself you can't turn back
You're slipping through the void

Fear of paranoia, you're gone
Well, the screaming kings
Are flying bullet proof wings
You lit the fire

Boy, you got your makeup smeared
Playing your favorite role in front of everyone
Shine in the light before your moment's gone
Shine in the light before your moment's gone

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Just Do It - Lyrics - World Party - Goodie Mob

Title: Just Do It
Album: World Party
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, R Rucker, W Knighton, T Burton, R Barnett

Lyric:
Well, I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

Now I say my rap reflect the enemy
Passion and positive energy
Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me
Tripping 'bout a nigga, don't judge me wisely

But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you
You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do
I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true
But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you

I know how it go, I done been out there before
Heard it's goddamn time to blow
Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more
Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store

Some gone, some just can't let it go
I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know
I'm the same motherfucker from 84
And I still do it in the aftershow

And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried
I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died
But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide
I got one on me and I'm down to ride

I ain't trying to say I got all the game
I got fame but a million I can't claim
So respect me playa and I'll do the same
But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim

Well, I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

The revolution has begun
Handle your business playa
Devoted to the game and dope
Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full
Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick

Slick it's like a porn flick
Umm, imagine having money so big
It makes you look like a pig
Get your big behind

You remind me of swine with your fat nose
Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty
Lame with your game, put it all on the table
Got your label and your fast cars
And your bodyguard looking hard

Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks
I'm like a egg bout' to hatch, Tony, horny, I'm macaroni
Commercialize suckers looking like busters
I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team

Spark in the night, umm, we 'bout to fight
Haters, come and say that shit
Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together
How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it, Swats

Well, I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

The streets making you feel like a real G
But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet
You still putting thangs up in your mouth
'Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high

All your life in school, that's the reason
Why you couldn't learn nothing?
Runt, at the tender age of 18
Books no longer hold your attention span
Short term but you can sho' enough count that green

Something you just can't coach
Don't sing it, bring it
I usually caught me at least one fool a game
You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to

But don't let me get on a case of this drank
Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain
Make you wanna walk that plank
You'd better swim motherfucker
'Cause bullshit don't float, you are what you eat

See you remind of this goat
That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin
Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit
Might as well hit the graveyard shift

Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King
Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares
And we do assholes that grip leather chairs

Well, I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out
Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out
On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet
Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks

Never speaking, busting, breaking brains
Berettas brought the rain back and forth
Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up
Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall

Fuck it all, hit 'em one, two, three times
I was scared the first shot
But liked the second and third
Left him hollering and screaming

Dreaming for another chance to live
Had it up yesterday but today its mine
Bust your ass one more time
For the niggas on the grind, so go and hide

Well, I'm just gonna tell you
We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it
And all that acting you doing, we see through it
Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it

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Make It Hot - Lyrics - Kottonmouth Kings No. 7 - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Make It Hot
Album: Kottonmouth Kings No. 7
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Kirk Miller, Brad Xavier, Timothy Mc Nutt, Michael M Kumagai, Dustin Miller, Robert L Adams

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Lyric:
Make it hot, make it hot woo, make it hot, hot, I said make it hot

The joint, the joint, the joint is on fire
We don't need no water, we just wanna let it burn
(Make it hot make it hot)
Hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yea you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground
Make it hot make it hot

We're ten years into this thing and we're still doin' this
The longa magic bus playin' no train were still persuin' this
The life of screaming Kottonmouth Kings
And makin' music, yes we still smokin' mad green
And livin' for our own amusement

See we really don't care what other people think of us
'Cuz we make it hot, created a buzz
And we takin' over from L.A. to Japan fans
They be the greatest y'all my motherfuckin' mans what

I make it hot D loc all is up in the g-spot
Pussy always wet when I run up on the set, yes
And if it's not then my rhymes ain't tight, no
So that means that your flow is bootied

And you gots to go, yo hold up for a second
You need to give this cat just a lil' more
Indo smoke 'em out let 'em know what you about
Ah make it, make it, make it, make it
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)

Hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yea you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground

Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot

I'll make it hot wit the slow flow, here we go everybody know
I keep it poppin' with the indo I'll make it hot
So this shit will never get cold
Know I make it hot so styles likes valva moe [unverified]

I'll make it hot so you know it don't stop
It's the D double dash I be the kream of da krop, yo
So now you know just who you fuckin' with
Who you fuckin' with, who you fuckin' with

I make it hot I keep the whole place sweatin'
And you know I keep it hot so myself I'm always bettin'
I be the one kid that who nobody be steppin' with my mic
Tucked tough and my music as my weapon

We make it hot, we keep the spot poppin' and we keep it hot
'Cuz we party non stopin', we got the pot that keeps people droppin'
Like flys I ain't tellin' no lies we make it hot

Make it hot, hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints, yeah you gotta burn those

Make it hot make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot

The joint, the joint, the joint is on fire
We don't need no water we just wanna let it burn

Sketched out, stretched out in the back got a guiness in my mouth
In my sack all my people know what I'm about
See I'm a mack I'ma hit the stage turn the page no turnin' back
You got one life one chance, this is it got a fat joint in my hand

And now it's lit I'ma grease ball grimmy type when I spit
See I'm all [unverified] sticky shit in my pipe
My stoner kick be flyin' high like a kite
What'd you expect all these ladies lookin' so fine

Up in the set me I'm prime time, I got mine that's Mr. X
Gotta bullet proof when we shoot straight in my heart
See we put the ball in the hoop, tear you apart
We get high score when we tour then cash the checks
And leave 'em all clueless sore

Make it hot, hot like an inferno dollar bills, shit
You gotta earn those, fats joints yea, you gotta burn those

Make it hot, make it hot and burn the whole spot to the ground
Smell the pot from the pounds burnin' up your town
Never stop from hittin' sounds from the underground

Sounds from the underground

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Warrior Prayer - Lyrics - Kings Of Metal - Manowar

Title: Warrior Prayer
Album: Kings Of Metal
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joey Demaio

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Lyric:
Grand father, tell me a story!
All right, go and get your storybook
No, no, not one of those, a real story
A real story?
Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy
Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me
A long way in time

It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day
As I walked through the enchanted forest
I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill
Before me there was a great plane
Atoned the armies of the world,standing, waiting
I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting?

Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north
There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel
Then from the south came another, bearing a battle axe
From the east came a third, holding a spiked club
And finally, from the west a rider
Who wielded a great hammer of war, with them came their
Soldiers of death, followed by an army of immortals
They were few in number

But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them
That they would leave this day only in victory or death
And there was a great silence
My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness
Rain came and four winds blew with such anger
That I held fast to a tree
I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air
Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack

Down to the battle they rode
They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash
I could feel the groundshake, the earth drank much blood that day
Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwind of doom
When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead
There was much blood and gore
Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battle field
Like brown leaves blown by the wind

And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill
While below them the soldiers of death assembled
All those who would now swear allegiance to them
And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer
Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor free from all false pride
I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death if I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail,hail

And as I stood and looked on, I heard the armies of the world
Hail them without end, and their voices of victory
Carried long and far throughout the land

Well, That's it, did you like the story?
Yeah, it was great!
Oh, good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you
Grandfather?
Yes?
Who were those four men?
Who were they? They were the Metal Kings

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Joe'S Head - Lyrics - Youth & Young Manhood - Kings Of Leon

Title: Joe'S Head
Album: Youth & Young Manhood
Artist: Kings Of Leon
Composer(s): Angelo Petraglia, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill

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Lyric:
Blistered, cracked and bleeding
Cold, no one should know
Rain falls down a freezing
And sticking like a snow

Lingering suspicions
Screaming in my head
Lies, all mixed up with omissions
Welcome home again
It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet

"This is just the way of the world", Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then he lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred

Well he said, "Fred I just killed a man
I caught him laying with my girlfriend
And now they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead"

Calling all the neighbors
Time to make amends
Whiskey floods the table
Good friends 'til the end
And they're making silly faces and it's tasting bitter sweet

"This is just the way of the world", Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then he lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred

Well he said, "Fred I just killed a man
I caught him laying with my girlfriend
And now they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead"

It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet

"This is just the way of the world", Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then he lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred

Well he said, "Fred I just killed a man
I caught him laying with my girlfriend
And now they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead"

"This is just the way of the world", Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then he lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred

Well he said, "Fred I just killed a man
I caught him laying with my girlfriend
And now they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead"

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Why Won'T You Leave Me? - Lyrics - Kings Of Pop - Home Grown

Title: Why Won'T You Leave Me?
Album: Kings Of Pop
Artist: Home Grown
Composer(s): John T. Tran

Lyric:
You said you've had enough, I've had it up to here
But I'm still standing
Screaming as you fall, I'm making this point clear
But you're not listening

Apologies are so unusual
But it's not usual to make amends

So why won't you leave me?
I just want this to be over, I need some time to think
So why won't you leave me?
You're better off with him rather than me

Don't deny the truth, I've moved on
And you're still here, understand me
With your crying eyes, wipe off all your tears
'Cause I'm not listening

Apologies are so unusual
But I am comfortable to not be friends

So why won't you leave me?
I just want this to be over, I need some time to think
So why won't you leave me?
You're better off with him rather than me

So why did I abandon?
Ruin a foundation that we built
Well I, I'm not committed to waiting and pleasing you
Make this clear

Why won't you leave me?
You don't want this to be over, I just need time to think
And when will you leave me?
You're better off with him rather than me

So why won't you leave me?
I need some time to think
So why won't you leave me?
You're better off together with him rather than me

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King Of The Rodeo - Lyrics - Aha Shake Heartbreak - Kings Of Leon

Title: King Of The Rodeo
Album: Aha Shake Heartbreak
Artist: Kings Of Leon
Composer(s): Matthew Followill, Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Nathan Followill

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Lyric:
He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray
Straight in the picture pose, he's coming around to meet you
And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay

Me and you're cold, driving in the snow
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll
Let the good times roll

How dare you come to me like with nail for a favor?
Hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to start
Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend
And swaying like a smokey gray, a drink in the park

Me and you're cold, driving in the snow
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll
Let the good times roll, good time to roll on

Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
...

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Colleen - Lyrics - Amanda Marshall

Title: Colleen
Artist: Amanda Marshall
Composer(s): Marvin Leonard, Amanda Marshall, Billy Mann

Lyric:
Let me tell you about Colleen
My best friend since I was three
She always had a taste for dangerous things
Her scandalous tongue was extreme

I was always the one left holding the bag
Smiling and covering her tracks
Best friends, they always do that

She was the first to smoke a cigarette
(She was the first)
She once let me watch her make love
(Whoa, whoa, yeah)
It was the kind of balance made by kings
She took it all but left me some

I guess I'd always thought that she'd have my back
But it didn't work out like that
(No, no, no)
The moment I laid eyes on Jack

It was my time, it was my space
It was the bright red he brought to my face
Every underdog has their day
Sorry, it hurts
But Colleen, I saw him first

It all happened on a Thursday
(Thursday)
He backed his car right into mine
(Crash, boom, bang)
"There are no accidents", my mother told me once
My heart agreed with her this time

Colleen jumped out of the car screaming
"What have you done?"
Jack offered apologies
I just got weak in the knees

(It was my time)
It was my time
(It was my space)
It was my space
It was the bright red he brought to my face
Every underdog has their day
Sorry, it hurts
But Colleen, I saw him first

Ooh, ooh, ooh
The minute that you're in it
You know there's no turning back
(Turning back)
Like me and my Jack
(Me and Jack)
A funny thing
To feel the weight of the pendulum swing
When it starts to swing
(Love changes things)

Colleen, armed with charm and body
Still couldn't take away my man
Last I heard, she was in rehab
I guess that scale got out of hand

C-c-covered from head to toe in colored tattoos
Searching for higher views
Hungry for I love you's

It was my time, it was my time, it was my space
It was the bright red he brought to my face
Every underdog has their day
Sorry, it hurts
But Colleen, I saw him first

Colleen, I saw him first

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Bombs - Lyrics - To All New Arrivals - Faithless

Title: Bombs
Album: To All New Arrivals
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Alessandro Benassi, Marco Benassi, Ayalah Bentovim, Harry Collier, Max Fraser

Lyric:
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh, look how great we have become

Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory, I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions, I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, one man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

We're just children, we're just dust, we are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all

One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done, so now I've got to kill someone

So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

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I Know - Lyrics - Twista

Title: I Know
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Liffy Stokes Frederick Taylor, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
New Twista, we call this one I know
Shouts out to RPM, my nigga Jay One
Al Lindstrom, E. Mitchell
Y'all know what the deal is, come on
(Y'all know how we're supposed to get high)

I'm rollin' on them thangs, I'm steady spendin' change
Them niggas know me as Twista kicking the flow is strange
Liffy come with the sticky, I got two bitches wid me
We about to roll through yo city and we steady sippin' Crissy

Smoking nuttin' but green fo-five under my wing
Wachaya need to serve a feen homey strokes got everythang
Nine half and hoes just keep roll with blows
Whatava you need I gotchu bra, just let me know

Cops who coops from the locks, stoke eyed and dropped the top
For the flip-flop pain on my we both roll this breeze through the block
Don't let me see you with curtains only my peoples is workin'
Gotta peace on my person while I'm lurkin' to keep you from servin'

Y'all remember the days when our crew was a dream
Remember the sawbuck sacks remember I took fo-fifteens
Bitches was worse than feens niggas was scared like bitches
'Cause we was thirsty go-getters that was gonna kill for bitches

Liffy stokes is a hustler and Twista is a balla
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Them niggas got them thangs and them niggas got them dollas
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Don't come unless you gangsta' don't come unless you killa
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't
Them niggas got them cars n' trucks and bicycle wheelers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Fuck rocks and blows got cocaine that I gotta unload
Got flocks of hoes all haters feel the glocks explode
Like PAC I'm the mode I'ma ride on these bitches till they bust me
Push your wig back like a dusty fuck up with toxic track
'Cause it's musty

Liffy's rollin' that dro still throwin' them fo's
In a duggy its closed with a lack full of hoes
With a yak for two bowl's got Twista stared makin' them hoes
We beat the pussy up but still might spend a stack on two O's
Now that's a gangsta

Some say, "Twista's the shit", and some say, "Twista's the nicest"
Niggas wonder if a gang bang ever did I would be equal resided
'Cause I got love for my Lords and I got love for my Folks
And the BDs, Bridge Kings and Stones and two six box o's and oh

Can't forget my fallen solders Gee's that were sacrificial
I pray they rest in peace but I still got to do my thug puzzle
Too much weight on my shoulders niggas just dream and die
So we gotsta pull an extra seed for the one's who tried

Liffy stokes is a hustler and Twista is a balla
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Them niggas got them thangs and them niggas got them dollas
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Don't come unless you gangsta' don't come unless you killa
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't
Them niggas got them cars n' trucks and bicycle wheelers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

In the 'lac on dubs pay the valleys and I got in club
In da back of the club with a strap in the club and a sack
For the thugs and some ex for the bitches making sex delicious
Tax for the riches is the balls on my tattoo's suspicious

Fool I'm heated and plugged one with them g's and them gurls
And them haters and thugs cycles like demons on drugs
Got them screaming from slugs your mob is naturally fake
Fill the circle up with ugaly, aguly, hagaly, ay

I'm too sexy with a gun, I'm too lazy to run
Am I too crazy to let a nigga jump off in his gun?
I owe you one cause Mom say's get even
The war ain't never over 'til somebody starts breathing, bitch

Shit, you ain't known no G from the hood, tubule this but it's all good
Could say your name but you won't come up on 3 state doe n' wood
And we gonna stay on tour make our pace, ain't nobody bang
Y'all weak tapes, y'all say, "Ya, but now we gone"
We gonna say, "The beat got it out, we straight"

Liffy stokes is a hustler and Twista is a balla
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Them niggas got them thangs and them niggas got them dollars
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Don't come unless u gangsta' don't come unless you killa
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't
Them niggas got them cars n' trucks and bicycle wheelers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Liffy stokes is a hustler and Twista is a balla
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Them niggas got them thangs and them niggas got them dollas
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Don't come unless u gangsta' don't come unless you killa
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't
Them niggas got them cars n' trucks and bicycle wheelers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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The Warriors Prayer - Lyrics - Hell On Stage (Live) - Manowar

Title: The Warriors Prayer
Album: Hell On Stage (Live)
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joey Demaio

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Lyric:
Grand father, tell me a story!
All right, go and get your storybook
No, no, not one of those, a real story
A real story?
Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy
Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me
A long way in time

It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day
As I walked through the enchanted forest
I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill
Before me there was a great plane
Atoned the armies of the world,standing, waiting
I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting?

Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north
There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel
Then from the south came another, bearing a battle axe
From the east came a third, holding a spiked club
And finally, from the west a rider
Who wielded a great hammer of war, with them came their
Soldiers of death, followed by an army of immortals
They were few in number

But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them
That they would leave this day only in victory or death
And there was a great silence
My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness
Rain came and four winds blew with such anger
That I held fast to a tree
I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air
Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack

Down to the battle they rode
They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash
I could feel the groundshake, the earth drank much blood that day
Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwind of doom
When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead
There was much blood and gore
Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battle field
Like brown leaves blown by the wind

And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill
While below them the soldiers of death assembled
All those who would now swear allegiance to them
And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer
Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor free from all false pride
I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death if I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail,hail

And as I stood and looked on, I heard the armies of the world
Hail them without end, and their voices of victory
Carried long and far throughout the land

Well, That's it, did you like the story?
Yeah, it was great!
Oh, good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you
Grandfather?
Yes?
Who were those four men?
Who were they? They were the Metal Kings

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Bronx Tale - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Bronx Tale
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Joseph Cartagena, Joseph Kirkland, Sammy Nestico

Lyric:
Music please, yes, welcome to 'Jealous One's Envy'
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a 'Relativity Records' product, artist, Fat Joe, my name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring the noise, 'cause we can never be toys

Yes, I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono

Or Yoko Ono, but KRS, oh, no, no
You might think you a ROTC, but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
Packin' them poppers bitch, where that money be at?

Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin' though

The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
With a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this

Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin' bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it

True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming, "We're not worthy"
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
I be touring, while you be home taping

So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis

If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play clown
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Buck, buck, buck take that witcha on the way down

As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz
(Bo, bo, bo, bo)

It's Fat Joe, yo, you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin' sixteen on a kilo
Sendin' niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you sound?
(Yeah)

Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon G, you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
I'm flashy like white linen
(Tell 'em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning

I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
It's my philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Slappin' caps like a ball, hittin' hard to my labrador
These motherfuckers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it)

If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play clown
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Buck, buck, buck, take that witcha on the way down

Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My style is too curvy, what you tellin' me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find I'm your boss
With KRS-One up in your memory

I know your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti, the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Leather

The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
'Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin', watch what you say
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?

Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
'Fore I slap you way back in the dayz like Ahmad
Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cuz you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece
(Tell 'em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin' on the East

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What I Represent (Ugk) - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: What I Represent (Ugk)
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three time fellas that be facing some time

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags

Well, I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses and the cars and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others

I wasn't born with a silver spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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