Short Of Time - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Short Of Time
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): John Cale, Bob Neuwirth

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Lyric:
Wasting time, we wait for answers
Every time we throw the dice
Breaking down all delusions
Wasting time

Finding time, we take no chances
Treating time, and pulling punches
Losing time ruins the dance
Wasting time, wasting time

Real time gives no comfort
Space and time, planets turn
Crying time, we make the moments
Take their time

Time is always on the menu
Killing time, there is no choice
Wasting time is like
Old helpless keeping time

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March Of Time - Lyrics - Keeper Of The Seven Keys, Pt. 2 - Helloween

Title: March Of Time
Album: Keeper Of The Seven Keys, Pt. 2
Artist: Helloween
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
Hours of lust and hours of tears passing by before my eyes
Today, tomorrow, yesterday one life
The days of joy, day of sadness come and go to pass me by
A month, a year, one hundred years, they fly

Oh, yeah I will be gone to lead another life
No, this world must stop to turn around with me
'Cause

Time marches, time marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time marches, time marches
On and on and on, flies eternally

Times of peace, times of fights, constant movement is our life
Can't stop no more, not until we die
We long for more eternity and maybe there's another life
This one is short, no matter how you try

Oh, never give up all the hope to lead a good life
No, don't waste your given time to make things worse

Time marches, time marches
One without us all, never stops, yes
Time marches, time marches
On and on and on, flies eternally

Please, please help me see, the best way to be
Make a change and we live eternally
No more wasted years, no more wasted tears
Life's too short to cry, long enough to try

Time marches, time marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time marches, time marches
On and on and on, flies eternally

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Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Fickle
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll fined when I reach rewined

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Coz I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knowz what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I fined myself in a pickle is music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lckle
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple
On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it some hate the idea is hustle and publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damed if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old ageing, but my question is my soul fading
I'm maintaining, 'coz I can't say I'm slaving but I guess I'm raving
But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it
And if I overlook myself will it overdo my wealth will it?
This pains staking I got my head aching
Stressed out 'coz I let my money rake in

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation as a skip across the nation
High sky playa I seen no limitations
Only God creations and Devil temptations
I see to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for goverment and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummys ain't eating no more
You can dirty try to thank me you can start with a cheer
But if you choose to blag I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple I demand the collects

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

To all my U.K roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft find a set make it strong
Perfect it before ya know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Coz there's money to be making, it's a cold world to
Nobody's got there best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across find you away around
But if you feel it can't be found bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now its a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost

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Life Is..Too Short - Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $Hort

Title: Life Is..Too Short
Album: Life Is... Too Short
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Roger Ball, Malcolm Duncan, Stephen Ferrone, Alan Gorrie, Owen Mcintyre, Todd Shaw, Hamish Stuart

Lyric:
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans
Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that

Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
You gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do you wanna rap or sell Coke?
Brothers like you ain't never been broke

People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland

California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block
Short Dog, I'm that rappin' man
I said it before and I 'll say it again

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is to some people is unbearable
Committin' suicide and that's terrible
Was it much too much or nothing' big?
If you live my life, you'd be fightin' to live

Life is to me my main asset
I be doin' all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place

Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new Benz, keep your bank right here
Never hear me stutter once 'cause I talk real clear

It's on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin', fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, you soon find out

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is too short, would you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't mess with me
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin' these funky sounds

'Cause I don't stop rappin', that's my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated you must stay up
You asked a simple question boy, don't say, "What?"

You only live once and you callin' it hell
Policeman tryin' to take you to jail
You could give a man time but you don't know
In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show

Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin' big money, slangin' hop
The task force tryin' to peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, you better watch your back

Life is too short
Life is

You can take back all the things you give
But you can't take back the days you live
Life is to some people who've been on earth
Livin' every single day for what it's worth

I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, that's me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when I'm on the mike

'Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
You gotta turn that dream into the real McCoy
No time to waste, just get on that case
You can't be down 'cause you need to taste

A good life livin' like a king on a throne
Gettin' everything you want and tryin' to have all your own
So life, don't be stupid though
'Cause when you waste it, you'll know

Life is, life is
All right, that's it

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Nothing Short Of Dying - Lyrics - Travis Tritt

Title: Nothing Short Of Dying
Artist: Travis Tritt
Composer(s): Travis Tritt

Lyric:
I should've told her more, I loved her
I should've spent more time at home
But should haves really aren't important
Since the fact is now she's gone
I wish I'd listened to my conscience
When it said "Don't let her go"
And if she's wonderin' how I'm doin'
Well, I think she oughta know

That I find myself prayin'
More than I ever did before
And I find my heart is breakin'
Each time her memory slams the door
And I find myself cryin'
(Oh)
And tryin' to hold on
'Cause there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
That's worse than bein' left alone

I thought I'd be just fine without her
I'd be happy, a free man
But the hurt inside of lonesome
Is what I didn't understand
And the lessons that I'm learnin'
Lord, I'm learnin' awful way
'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven
Have been replaced by nights of hell

And I find myself prayin'
More than I ever did before
And I find my heart is breakin'
Each time her memory slams the door
And I find myself cryin'
Oh and tryin' to hold on
'Cause there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
That's worse than bein' left alone
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
That's worse than bein' left alone

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Life Is Too $Hort - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Life Is Too $Hort
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Roger Ball, Malcolm Duncan, Stephen Ferrone, Alan Gorrie, Owen Mcintyre, Todd Shaw, Hamish Stuart

Lyric:
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans
Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that

Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
You gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do you wanna rap or sell Coke?
Brothers like you ain't never been broke

People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland

California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block
Short Dog, I'm that rappin' man
I said it before and I 'll say it again

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is to some people is unbearable
Committin' suicide and that's terrible
Was it much too much or nothing' big?
If you live my life, you'd be fightin' to live

Life is to me my main asset
I be doin' all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place

Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new Benz, keep your bank right here
Never hear me stutter once 'cause I talk real clear

It's on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin', fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, you soon find out

Life is too short, too short
Life is too short, too short

Life is too short, would you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't mess with me
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin' these funky sounds

'Cause I don't stop rappin', that's my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated you must stay up
You asked a simple question boy, don't say, "What?"

You only live once and you callin' it hell
Policeman tryin' to take you to jail
You could give a man time but you don't know
In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show

Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin' big money, slangin' hop
The task force tryin' to peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, you better watch your back

Life is too short
Life is

You can take back all the things you give
But you can't take back the days you live
Life is to some people who've been on earth
Livin' every single day for what it's worth

I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, that's me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when I'm on the mike

'Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
You gotta turn that dream into the real McCoy
No time to waste, just get on that case
You can't be down 'cause you need to taste

A good life livin' like a king on a throne
Gettin' everything you want and tryin' to have all your own
So life, don't be stupid though
'Cause when you waste it, you'll know

Life is, life is
All right, that's it

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If You'Ve Got The Money I'Ve Got The Time - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: If You'Ve Got The Money I'Ve Got The Time
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Lefty Frizzell, James Beck

Lyric:
If you've got the money honey, I've got the time
We'll go honky tonkin' and we'll have a time
We'll have more fun baby all the way down the line
If you've got the money honey, I've got the time

There ain't no need to teary' lets start out tonight
We'll have fun oh boy, oh boy and we'll do it right
Bring along your Cadillac, leave my ol' wreck behind
If you've got the money honey, I've got the time

We'll go honky tonkin' make every spot in town
We'll go to the park where it's dark and we won't fool around
If you run short of money, I'll run short of time
You've got no more money honey, I've no more time

If you've got the money honey, I've got the time
We'll go honky tonkin' and we'll have a time
Bring along your Cadillac, leave my ol' wreck behind
If you've got the money honey, I've got the time

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Man Out Of Time - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Man Out Of Time
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
So, this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you?
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes

[Incomprehensible] Knightsbridge
For a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate

'Cause the high heel he used to be
Has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps
That would follow him around

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

There's a tuppeny, hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination

But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumor
Written in a French letters with some dutch courage
And a German sense of humor

He's got a mind like a sewer
And a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted
And he pays for the privilege

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought

Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade

Love is always scampering
In a cowering or a fawning
You drink yourself insensitive
And hate yourself in the morning

To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time?

But will you still love
A man out of time?

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Guns Are Drawn - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Guns Are Drawn
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Tarik L Collins, Walker, Douglas, Livingston Ahmir K Thompson, Anthony Tidd, Gray, Leonard Hubbard

Lyric:
Yeah, it would be cool it could be too
Stop running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living 'em lie, so eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us one could be you
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing
But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers

No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gone do when the poliece state vegin
Well, it already began but I guess it depends
On what's really going on what's happening, huh
Military target practicing
They finna write another patriot act again
The day's is short, the nights is long
The fight goes on and the pistol and the pipes are drawn, come on

In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme

In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme

And some might say that it's a waste of time
'Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette the barrel revolving
They only wanna see us occupying a coffin

Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving
From trying to get over, get under, get even
Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy
We got to get it right, it ain't about to be easy
You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy
Believe it's on as long as we can thus speak freely
The pages of my life would make it hard to read me
I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me

In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme

In the middle of the night we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right till he drop that rhyme

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That Time Of The Night - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: That Time Of The Night
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery, Ian Mosley

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Lyric:
It was heavy rain
Testing to the fountain she watered
Blossom your kitten soul
I'll throw to the vision

At that time of the night
When streetlights throw crosses through window frames
Paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Ohh at that time of the night
At that time of the night, your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room
Ohh at that time of the night

So if you ask me how do I feel inside, I could honestly tell you
We've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me have some free time some day
With all good intention I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw

At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime
Ohh at that time of the night
At that time of the night pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone
Ohh at that time of the night

So if you ask me where do I go from here
My next destination even isn't really that clear
So if you join me and get on your kness and pray
I'll show you salvation, we'll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw

If I had enough money, I'd buy a round for that boy over there
A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair
If some kind soul could please pick up my tab
And while they're at it if they could pick up my broken heart
Warm wet circles
Warm wet circles
Warm wet circles
...

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Theives In The Night - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Theives In The Night
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli, Charles Njapa, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Yo Dee, what? Come on
What? What? Come on

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame", said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it was like, "I'm clueless, why?"

The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin' later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us

While we findin' beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
You know what I mean? Pesos, Francs, Yens
Cowrie Shells, Dollar bills or is it the mind state that's ill?

Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?

A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin' my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
That my man Louis statements just provoked

Caught up in conversations of our personal worth brought up
Through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means bustin' gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God without faith
All of that is illusionary, raise my son
No vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, still livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin' agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin' the style
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile

Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually, speakin' loudly, sayin' nothin'
You confusin' me, you losin' me

Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass
Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past

Lookin' gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this

Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's just another clever Jedi Mind Trick
That they been runnin' across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin', there's never no in between
We either niggaz or kings, we either bitches or queens

The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth

Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you

Not strong, only aggressive, 'cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just excitin'
'Cause the captors own the masters to what we writin'

Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved 'cause the camera survey
Most of the things that we think, do or say

We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence
They ain't lookin' around

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, they'rel livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place
Stop hidin', stop hidin' stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
But stop hidin' yo' face, you can stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face

We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home

Be real, be sure, keep shinin'

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Essays On Bdp Ism - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Essays On Bdp Ism
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
You've got the time
I've got the time
You've got the time

Am I supposed to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, he's conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it
'Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right behind it

Those that have it on tape will rewind it
It's not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the Lord
You see I like to study, I like money
I like eatin' wheat bread with honey

But to none of these am I addicted
I like to remain free and unafflicted
With the sickness of attachment
The material road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become weak
They can't think, they can't speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin'
Well if you notice, not once
Have I said Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a shame that they're blinded
If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it

That's called an autograph, this is called a class
I've only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there's no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And stay away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to meditate

You've got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped 'cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, short for poet

I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realize this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes

Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer

You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time

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Essays On Bdp-Ism - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Essays On Bdp-Ism
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
You've got the time
I've got the time
You've got the time

Am I supposed to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, 'cos I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious

As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, he's conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it
'Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right behind it

Those that have it on tape will rewind it
It's not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the Lord
You see I like to study, I like money
I like eatin' wheat bread with honey

But to none of these am I addicted
I like to remain free and unafflicted
With the sickness of attachment
The material road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become weak
They can't think, they can't speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin'
Well if you notice, not once
Have I said Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a shame that they're blinded
If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it

That's called an autograph, this is called a class
I've only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there's no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And stay away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to meditate

You've got the time, I've got the time

Down ratin' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped 'cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you wanna see me
My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS One, short for poet

I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realize this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy

Just coolin' out without a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes

Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer

You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time

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Don'T Fight The Feelin' - Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $Hort

Title: Don'T Fight The Feelin'
Album: Life Is... Too Short
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): J Brown, A Forte, J Goins, Kevin Mccord, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Say hoe, yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that
Will you like to make love?

I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be mine

I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your leg

I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch the clock
Lay back, baby doll and I'll rock the cock

Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man, I take you out to the finest restaurant
Buy you any damn thing that you want

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming off with them pantyhose
You want gold, girl what's next
It's me and you, doing the sex

So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't

Nigga please, you provoke no feeling
You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealing
We haven't the urge to get busy
Like those dizy lizys who used to dance for you, your through

I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind

Do they call you Short because of your height or your weight?
Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner 'cause the curb didn't want your ass

Your name is 'Yuck Mouth', you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you 'Yuck Mouth'
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss

You're a freak with no tale
You have no ass, class, you can't pass, your simply trash
You're a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home
[Incomprehensible] tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone

Like a short dogg that carries fleas
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it
And grab it like you want it
The name fits 'cause your all up on it

Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort, baby all in them guts

I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II

I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn

I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz

Look, baby, you know what I want
You're acting like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex

We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick, bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't say I won't
Get it, girl, now I'm telling you don't

Punk, I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer
And most definitely not a dick pleaser
You dreaming and scheming and fiending for my lust
You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust

Wait, small thing I hate
For goodness sakes, if I wanted someone small I would masturbate
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight or what you dream
When I say too short, you know what I mean

You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too Short or shall I say 'Too Skinny'
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny

Little boy, you're not a player, I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows your bodacious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord

If she would have known your mission
Okay little boy, here's a proposition
You wanna bit of danger, step you to my zone
You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home

With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining
Jealous of you got some, nigga please you're lying
Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one
And mathematically, me plus you equals none

I am the rapper that they call 4 tay
I'm gon' tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak

Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang but she said no
That's about as far as it's going to go

So I toss and turn to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say, "Oh, that's nasty"
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy

24 deep, that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it
Playing that role like you ain't with it

The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't nobody tripping 'cuz I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white

For a black girl it really don't take too long
But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease
Give her some time, she'll be on her knees

Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong 'cause you started it all
Coming to my house in a camisole

But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it

Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay, it don't make me numb

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they never have some real dick
They need to quit talking that childish shit

You wanna rank hoe, go get your bank hoe
My little dick'll have you screaming though
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up
You're still playing that finger fuck

See I'm a grown man, I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your drawers down, give you some head

But little girl, you wanna have some fun
You better go to magic mountain 'cuz your way too young
So at this point, I can't really say shit
Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch, beyotch

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We'Re All In This Together - Lyrics - Jack Ingram

Title: We'Re All In This Together
Artist: Jack Ingram
Composer(s): Thomas S Littlefield, Jack Ingram

Lyric:
We all think we're special and I hate to have to say
There's a bunch of us on every corner of any town USA
We all got our problems, we all pay our dues
So if you're thinking no one understands, I got news for you

Yeah, we're all in this together whether we like it or not
So we might as well have a good time with the little bit of time we got
Yeah, life's too short to fuss and fight, we might as well be friends
'Cause we're all in this together, together till the bitter end

You know everybody, we're all angry, and everybody in here scared
You know everybody, we all want to feel well just like somebody cares
Hey man, you ain't gotta love nobody
Hell, you ain't even gotta like 'em as a matter of fact
'Cause we're all in this all together and tonight I got your back

Yeah, we're all in this together whether we like it or not
So we might as well have a good time with the little bit of time we got
Yeah, life's too short to fuss and fight we might as well be friends
'Cause we're all in this together, before death strikes

We're all in this together whether we like it or not
So we might as well have a good time with the little bit of time we got
Yeah, life's too short to fuss and fight we might as well be friends
'Cause we're all in this all together, together till the bitter end
That's right, we're all in this all together, together till the bitter end

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Life Is Short - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: Life Is Short
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's 'Family Ties'
'Cause it'll make a family cry, why

A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate

Well, I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap
And they couldn't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack

In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms
Crack addiction 'cause I was way beyond that
But I face facts I got busted over the left side of my face
My face back but I had to fix that

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap 'cause
My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks
My mom still here but she'll die in a few months

Thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all fellin' this 'cause I ain't supposed to be tellin' y'all this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be sellin' y'all this shit but this is real life
Like I ain't supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I still mind

Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on
Till the hole in my 44 long
I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head gone

And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead wrong
Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck
The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die

But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight
It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I write
So these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
They said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow

I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those
Sometimes I feel like walkin' with a mean bout
Bustin' till I see cops snowin' till I see slot

Throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop
Probation got me on a detox, so when I die
Bury me next to the weed crops

So when I'm in Heaven, I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees
With Big L, Aliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya

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Clockwatching - Lyrics - Mr. A-Z - Jason Mraz

Title: Clockwatching
Album: Mr. A-Z
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Ainslie Henderson, Dennis James Morris, Jason Mraz

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Lyric:
Take off both your shoes and clothes, I'll follow
Undo corkscrew, drink from half of a broken bottle
Lately we're running out of time, aren't we?

Smoking often and calling out our guilty pleasures
Let's keep talking anything to stop clockwatching
Lately we're running out of time, aren't we?
Crazy for running all the time, maybe, let's forget we're running out of time

I'm off like an aeroplane, I'm licking your postage stamp again
I'm using my right-brain and I'm praying that we don't crash
Who knew I'd come so fast

So what if a two pump chump can't last
But I made it to three and I foreclosed a five-minute fantasy
On a short lived flight, making love on economy

No jumping conclusions
I don't think there's no solution
Let's get backwards and forget our restless destination

Let's live in the moment just this time, could we?
Just take one moment of our time, maybe
Let's forget we're running out of time

I'm off like an aeroplane, I'm catching my second wind again
I'm using my left-brain and I'm righting all my wrongs
I'm yearning to turn you on

I've been working on getting you off, so get on board
But how can I guess by the subject of the best predicate that's left unsaid
When the matter is too delicate, my loneliness is evident

And it's you, you're running through my mind
And it makes me crazy, crazy
Ooh, it's so amazing

Lady dreamer, you might be the soundest sleeper
Tonight, sleep tight and build your nest upon my shoulder

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Don'T Stop Rappin' - Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $Hort

Title: Don'T Stop Rappin'
Album: Can't Stay Away
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Marlon Goodwin, Tristan Jones, Todd Shaw, Premro Smith

Lyric:
Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, and I don't stop rappin'

Just don't stop
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'
Don't stop that rap

Well I'm Sir Too Short, the true MC
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know what's happening
I get on the mic and I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

My rap don't stop, you know it can't
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that don't go

I'm that rapper, Sir Too Short
I know you've heard my name before
And if you haven't, now you have
Sir Too Short, don't stop that rap

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm so rough so tough, when I talk my stuff
I don't stop rappin' 'cause, I'm too tough
Telling you rappers what it's all about
Most MC's are played out

But not Too Short, I'm the best
You know Too Short is so so fresh
If that's not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh 'cause, I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

I'm Sir Too Short, the rapping man
I'm a cold MC and I know I am
I'm the big time rapper from East Oakland
Into music and making fans

I love young ladies who love my rhymes
'Cause what they say is right on time
The only MC with fresh hits
It's Sir Too Short, he never quits

That's so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
'Cause I'm an MC rapper, who gives you more
The big time rapper, Sir Too Short

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin

Why do rappers rap like me?
Because I rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
I'll leave it to you and it's just like that

I sing my rap and I know you like
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic
The sucker MC's don't even front
Even though Too Short is what they want

'Cause what I say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and I make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
I'll even be part on a female rapper

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, I don't stop rappin'

California and a superstar
That what it is, that's what I see
California life was made for me

Born and raised in the golden state
MC rapper and you know I'm great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap won't stop

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I met a freak named Jiggle G
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, I bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun

I said, "Jiggle G, you're so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts"
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir Too Short was coming up

I did just what I wanted to
But when I finished, what did I do?
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas

I knew just what she had to say
Let's get together on our next pay day
'Cause like I said, I know what's happening
And you know too, 'cause I don't stop rappin'

Don't stop, don't stop rappin'
Sir Too Short, spit that rap

Oh yes baby, I'm the most
Sir Too Short from the West Coast
My rap don't stop, it never could
I'm known all in your neighborhood

As an MC rapper, right on time
Sucker MC's don't sing my rhymes
'Cause if they do, I'll be slapping
Sucker MC's, 'cause I'm all about rappin'

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

MC rappers, from the O
You talk about Short, but you don't know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show

But if I did, what would I see?
A so fake and imitating sucka MC
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat

'Cause you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap, I hear my rap
The sucka MC must want my fame
'Cause he didn't stop rappin' till he heard my name

Don't stop, I don't stop rappin'
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm Sir Too Short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls Too Short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine

It's not all about getting that steak
'Cause what is a girl without a lot of bank?
A bump and a grind and she's on her knees
The way it is now, you might catch a disease

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Sir Too Short, don't stop that rap

I don't stop rappin', just don't stop
Don't stop rappin', don't stop, don't stop
Too Short, so fresh
I'll show you how the game comes from the west

'Cause you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And I'm always fresh, never the same
Just don't stop that fishes game

Don't stop, don't stop that rap
Too Short, don't stop that rap

I'm Sir Too Short, I'm that MC
Fresh again, with the beat
I'm the big bank roller, I know what's happening
I get on the mic and I don't stop rapping

Don't stop, I don't stop rapping
Too Short, don't stop that rap
Don't stop rapping, don't stop that rap

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