Sin Of The City - Lyrics - The Wedding - Duran Duran

Title: Sin Of The City
Album: The Wedding
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Warren Cuccurullo, Simon Le Bon, Nick Rhodes, Nigel Taylor

Lyric:
Coat check girl up in happy land
Has a violent row with a Cuban man
Julio leaves in a drunken rage
Comes back with the gasoline
The club has no fire exit
The club only had one door
Only five people came out alive
The sin is that eighty-nine died

Eighty-nine dead! Eighty-nine dead!
Eighty-nine dead! Eighty-nine dead!

The sin is that a year and a half before
The fire chief's out and he's raising chain
Brands happy land hazard close down but no
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no
No one ever paid him
No one ever paid him
No no no no no

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

Daily news reviews of the landlords life
Found six thousand code violations light
The city has more a hundred thousand whores
All for one of Forbes' four hundred whores

Just one fire cracker on a big bonfire
Of self serving penny pinching wise guy style
Never allowing for the human condition
Never allowing for the human condition
Never allowing for the human condition
The sin is that these guys survive

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

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Sin City - Lyrics - Deconstruction - Meredith Brooks

Title: Sin City
Album: Deconstruction
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Meredith Brooks

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Lyric:
In this town of pain
You could be the lucky one
Fate turns on a dime
The only thing that will change
Are the lights when they get brighter
They replace the sun

Out the door, you get burned
And there is no way back in
You've got nothing
Snake eyes, the house always wins

A drowning man does not die silently
You can feel the final warning
And the black money follows
Through the veins of the shallow
Change the name to protect the guilty
You'll never leave Sin City where you are king

In this room of shame
You could sink this town
And breathe another day
The mirror faces you
You cannot look away
Blood is on your hand

The streets will be the same
Under your feet like quicksand
Touch the face where
A kiss of hope can last

A drowning man does not die silently
You can feel the final warning
And the black money follows
Through the veins of the shallow
Change the name to protect the guilty
You'll never leave Sin City where you are king
Ooh, where you are king, ooh

A drowning man does not die silently
You can feel the final warning
And the black money follows
Through the veins of the shallow
Change the name to protect the guilty
You'll never leave Sin City

Just one kiss from the shadow
Will be the touch of an angel
Just one kiss is all that you need
If you never leave Sin City, you never leave Sin City
You never leave Sin City where you are king

Just one kiss oh oh, oh oh
Where you are king, where you are king

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Home Of The Brave - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: Home Of The Brave
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, Brian Loving, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon, Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
Yeah, it's going all the way down

Aquemeni records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
Doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it

Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
And I still catch a beat runnin' when it's tossed
And often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths and

Cut the bull then I'm seven deuce Impala whore dance
Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
Hit Jamaica rollin' papers turning up spotta Benz
City corners I've been in a deuce double O three Benz

I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler, I'll getcha

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

I got a Tahoe and a Tahoe
She work out fit like Taebo
Get my findy Air Force Ones
Shit wait I'm so old

Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my MO
Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple

Kill 'em all let God separate good from evil
You fagots do it for glory
Y'all's just do it for my people
I'm grand national built beautiful and legal

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
Ain't no hard atrap after debts of the dungeon
We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
Talk bricks, keep an artist strapped

Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
Wreckin' these dog tails through red dog stripe
It's like all hell, block cells, make bail and it's back
To these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell

What you know about the way the whales
Kiss it your body scaled
I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
Then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones

We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
Disrespect my little bows
And I'll cock and explode up
Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

So slums, so sleigh, nigga I'm straight ducked
You can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit
He the type to fuck a bitch
Rob that bitch's baby brother

And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up
Under your covers from[Incomprehensible] blessing from sin
New recrutes we in it again, rap so hard we flippin' again
Walkin' dubs on the Benz

One, two, crack fiend
Three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit the scene
Five like trap [Incomprehensible]

Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
Rub her right she'll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
Killer kill out on [Incomprehensible]

Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
Like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
Two glock nines round dumpin'
Round my hip strap ain't jumpin'

Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'
Be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Adamsville, Thomasville, my Tennisville, Summerville
Pittusberg, the bluff, Zion

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

[Incomprehensible]
The bluff again, West side
East Atlanta y'all see it
You were born in the greatset mid 70's and late 80's

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Down In The City - Lyrics - L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns

Title: Down In The City
Album: L.A. Guns
Artist: L.A. Guns
Composer(s): Tracii Guns, Kelly Nickels, Steve Riley

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Lyric:
Boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' wild in the Hollywood streets
Shakedown, all around, lay your dirty money down
Can't always get what you need

Midnight, cool, right, die in the moonlight
Cure for the social disease
Sex fiends, acid queens, livin' on a bad dream
This town never sleeps

Down in the city
Givin' you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Livin' by the trigger, always better if it's bigger
Won't catch me down on my knees
Shake it down, lay it down, Sin City all around
Hollywood's the city of sleaze

Loose change, no name, lookin' for a fast way
To make it to the top of the heap
Face down, gutter bound, laughin' at the poor clown
Walkin' on his name in the street

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' wild in the Hollywood streets
Shakedown, all around, lay your dirty money down
You can't always get what you need

Loose change, no name, lookin' for a fast way
To make it to the top of the heap
Face down, gutter bound, laughin' at the poor clown
Walkin' on his name in the street

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
It's good enough for me

You're gonna burn

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City Of Kings - Lyrics - Tora Tora

Title: City Of Kings
Artist: Tora Tora
Composer(s): Keith Douglas, Patrick Francis, Anthony Corder

Lyric:
Look outside your window, see where ya been
Ya see morning shadows coming on again
Make your sacrifice if you play to win
Someone will pay the price
When you?re living in the cradle of sin

I know I?ll see you in the city
I see you walking on the streets
Raise your hands to the people that you meet
And you watch them walk away again

Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings
Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings

Bright lights shining down all over me
See a man laying on the ground
In such pain and misery

I see you walking in the city
I know I?ll see you on the street
Raise your hands to the people that you meet
And you watch them walk away again

Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings
Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings

Sleep on the measly pillow
Sleep well, my friend
Sip on your sarsaparilla
Take a trip back home again

I know I?ll see you in the city
I see you walking on the streets
Raise your hands to the people that you meet
And you watch them walk away again

Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings
Can you see me? Can you hear me?
In the city of kings

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Os - Freeze - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Freeze
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Brereton, Russell Klyne

Lyric:
Yo, yo what the fuck? Yo, yo

It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be

I was walkin' down the street about three o'clock
When I saw another MC at the end of the block
Talkin' to kids tellin' em, how they had to get the dough
So I rolled right up in the Cypher and said "Yo!"
Here is an example of a whack MC
Caught in the world and he just can't see
He said, "What? Yo, aiyyo, you disrespected me"
"Now I got to battle you and show them who the best be"

He started spittin', he said, "Somethin' somethin' hot"
And then he tried to talk about the money that he got
I said, "Shh c'mon yo, that's all passe"
I got to break it down another way like this now
Follow me here in this moment and time
Follow the rhyme created instigated to see the crime
You commit, when you sit in the past, don't you know?
You construct a future based on everything that you know

But to get to the unknown, we surely must erase
All the preconceived notions they keep throwin' up in our face
On the daily, I run over tracks like Donovan Bailey
And break every record, in less than ten seconds
They said, "Ooh! That's a real metaphysical"
"We pull down the light 'cause the force is centrifugal"
He tried to act up, I had to give in
Because the truth is an offense and not a sin, word life

It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be

MC's ain't comin' equipped, with the rhyme
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is essential when you play with the lives of the youth
They want the truth, but you want loot
So ya change a little bit switch up your steeds
Now you got a bigger bank account and extra ki's
Please, everything you do we do with these
Real MC's are universal entities

That scope the universe, lookin' for the fraudulence
Then we take a disguise like Clark Kent
Mild mannered but I'm quick to check a scanner
For a weak MC sinkin' a city like Atlantis
You can't stand this, missile placed and you vanish
I meditate, delevitate the twelve planet
You cannot withstand the heavy verbal attack
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that

I could also beat your style, because I analyzed it
You used to rock, but now you paralyzed it
Doesn't really matter like platinum blondes
Think what is an MC if he can't drop bombs?
Don't really know if it's over your head
'Cause the job of resurrectin' is to wake up the dead
So pay attention it's the hard to behold
That everything that good is ain't gold, for real

It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be

It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be

It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
Please, give up the mic to MC's
Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
It goes stop

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I Am The Law. - Lyrics - Return Of The Killer A's - Anthrax

Title: I Am The Law.
Album: Return Of The Killer A's
Artist: Anthrax
Composer(s): Joe Belladonna, Frank Bello, Charlie Benante, Scott Ian, Dan Spitz

Lyric:
Fifteen years in the academy
He was like no cadet they'd ever seen
A man so hard, his veins bleed ice
And when he speaks he never says it twice

They call him Judge, his last name is Dredd
So break the law, and you wind up dead
Truth and justice are what he's fightin' for
Judge Dredd the man, he is the law
Drokk it

With gun and bike he rules the streets
And every perp he meets will taste defeat
Not even death can overcome his might
'Cause Dredd and Anderson, they won the fight

When the Sov's started the apocalypse war
Mega-City was bombed to the floor
Dredd resisted, and the judges fought back
Crushed the sov's with their counter-attack
Drokk it

Respect the badge
He earned it with his blood
Fear the gun
Your sentence may be death because

(I am the law)
And you won't fuck around no more
(I am the law)
I judge the rich, I judge the poor
(I am the law)
Commit a crime, I'll lock the door
(I am the law)
Because in Mega-City
(I am the law)

In the cursed earth where mutants dwell
There is no law, just a livin' hell
Anarchy and chaos as the blood runs red
But this would change if it was up to Dredd

The book of law is the Bible to him
And any crime committed is a sin
He keeps the peace with his law-giver
Judge, jury, and executioner

Respect the badge
He earned it with his blood
Fear the gun
Your sentence may be death because

(I am the law)
And you won't fuck around no more
(I am the law)
I judge the rich, I judge the poor
(I am the law)
Commit a crime, I'll lock the door
(I am the law)
Because in Mega-City
(I am the law)

Crime, the ultimate sin
Your I.S.O., cube is waitin' when he brings you in
Law, it's what he stands for
Crime's his only enemy and he's goin' to war

Crime, the ultimate sin
Your I.S.O., cube is waitin' when he brings you in
Law, it's what he stands for
Crime's his only enemy and he's goin' to war

Respect the badge
He earned it with his blood
Fear the gun
Your sentence may be death because

(I am the law)
And you won't fuck around no more
(I am the law)
I judge the rich, I judge the poor
(I am the law)
Commit a crime, I'll lock the door
(I am the law)
Because in Mega-City

(I am the law)
And you won't fuck around no more
(I am the law)
I judge the rich, I judge the poor
(I am the law)
Commit a crime I'll lock the door
(I am the law)
Because in Mega-City
(I am the law)

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Last Days Of Disco - Lyrics - Alcazar

Title: Last Days Of Disco
Artist: Alcazar
Composer(s): Thomas Hans Eriksson, Stefan Olsson, Johan Kinde

Lyric:
Those were the last days of disco
Those were the last days of having fun
From New York City all the way to Frisco
We thought it'd only just begun

When did all of the hatred begin
They burned all of our records
While we were all making love
Tell me which is the greatest sin

All we wanted was to have a good
The night to last forever
Now tell was that a crime
Tell me which is the greatest sin

Those were the last days of disco
Those were the last days of having fun
From New York City all the way to Frisco
We thought it'd only just begun

All the heartaches we danced them away
We forgot all of our troubles
Nights of no work and all play
Then slowly it all fell apart

Too much fun can drive a person insane
All the things you took they
Finally blew out your brain
That's when all of the troubles began
We were dancing our lives away

Those were the last days of disco
Those were the last days of having fun
From New York City all the way to Frisco
We thought it'd only just begun

Those were the last days of disco
We thought it'd never go away
From New York City all the way to Frisco
Miami Beach straight to L.A.

No doubt about it, it's so hard to get along without it
No doubt about it, it's so hard to get along without it
Without it, without it, without it

Those were the last days of disco
Those were the last days of having fun
From New York City all the way to Frisco
We thought it'd only just begun

Those were the last days of disco
We thought it'd never go away
From New York City all the way to Frisco
Miami Beach straight to L.A.

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Hey Mama - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Hey Mama
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Anthony Henry, William Adams

Lyric:
Breathe it mama, ooh, ooo, ohh
La la la la la

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You make me really feel naughty

I got a naughty, naughty style and a naughty, naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old and a bigger bit of new
The true people know that the Peas come through

We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat
The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
And lookin' hard without body guards

(I do)
What I can
Apl do
(W)
WILL.I.AM
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drumma

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
(Hey)
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
(Wha?)
La la la la la

We the big town stompas and big sound pumpas
The beat bump-bumps all in your trunk-trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump-lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps

It never quits, nah
I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah
Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze
(Uuh)
Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers
And uh, chief rockers, numba one chief rockers

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl?)
Without body guards

(She be)
Fergie
(From the crew)
BEP
Come on take heat az we take the lead
So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look, you make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
And no fakin', I know you see me shakin'
And the way I break it down I got the whole earth quakin'

Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Steady, are you ready?

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, what?
La la la la la

Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty
Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty

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New York City Rhythm - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: New York City Rhythm
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): B Manilow, M Panzer

Lyric:
When my heart is torn apart by love I wish I had
Well I spend my nights in the city's lights
And things don't seem so bad
You know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I loss my blues when the New York City rhythm fills my soul

It's the New York City rhythm runnin' through my life
The poundin' beat of the city's streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
In my life

When I'm out for love or sin, oh it's good to be in town
In the funky dives on the old West Side
There's always something goin' down
Yes, I live my life with strangers and the danger's always there
But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play
And you know that I don't care

It's the New York City rhythm runnin' through my life
The poundin' beat of the city's streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down but some how I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
In my life

Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be

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Road To Ubar - Lyrics - Spiritech - Alchemist

Title: Road To Ubar
Album: Spiritech
Artist: Alchemist
Composer(s): Adam Agius, John Lindsay Bray, Rodney Holder, Roy Torkington

Lyric:
The commands of an ancient sultan
Whispers through the sandstorm winds of time
Calling across the centuries
[Incomprehensible]

Far beyond the Valley of the Kings
Lies buried deep within the sand
A city of decadence, lust and greed
That's why the Gods condemned this land

The Gods condemned this land

Furthest reaches recorded time
Lay Ubar, city of lust and greed
Reading the chiseled inscriptions

A funerary temple
Osrisis, tributes to the Gods
The Sultan of Oltman

Denied the presence of this land
Decipher the hieroglyphics
City overcome with lust

Ancient brothel returns to dust
Angered by the plague of sin
Let the holocaust begin

[Incomprehensible]
Lay Ubar, city of lust and greed
Reading the chiseled inscriptions
A funerary temple

This was the city of Ubar
Watch our modern life return to ancient ways

This was the city of Ubar
Watch our modern life return to ancient ways

We're on the road to Ubar
We're on the road to Ubar
We're on the road to Ubar
We're on the road to Ubar

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Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks) - Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks)
Album: The Papercut Chronicles
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Travis L Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley

Lyric:
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations

That's my pre-gratitude
Post, please leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flip side, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but then again

I'm really mommy's little angel
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles

I'm on my way to the store ignoring the city
To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's and my stomach holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty

Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest
I'll never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones, plus I breath artistic

They eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results are my children, we share the same genes
Cast the same reflections and interpret the same dreams

Like whoa, like whoa, like whoa, like whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back, that's fine and dandy
But what's whack is the fact, I'm still walking
Like, "Thank God for Walkmans"

I'm only yawning 'cause these simple minded mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to T.V.
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster images
And insignificant information like, "Willis was really Todd Bridges"

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces
Rockin' "Don't Worry, Be Happy" T-shirts
And you're assuming I'm tasteless

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick

I'll let them protesters picket like they are gonna make a difference
And watch them die before they realize
That their cause was nonexistent
Like their cause was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mind turned paraplegic
Plus I failed my Civil Service exam, they said I cheated

Not to mention tainted urine samples
And the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson, hence the ritalin

I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one
And stepped on the left 'cause right's wrong
So what do I do? I resort to friendly games of ping pong
And sing a song in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

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Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

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Lyric:
Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young B
Cruisin' down the westside highway
Doing what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today I got my thoroughest girl with me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel
It's true to the heart

She rides with me, the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
Now they 'bout nothin' if ever you mad about somethin'
It won't be that, oh no, it won't be that
I don't be at places where we comfy at
With no be-atch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin bag
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

Talk to 'em B, if I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody was me
Yeah, break it down for 'em
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could've been
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us

And I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

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Strength Of The World - Lyrics - City of Evil - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: Strength Of The World
Album: City of Evil
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
My story starts the day they said, "She can't be found"
The news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound
It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too
Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down by the outlaws after you
Sorrow swallows my screams

Strength of the world is on my shoulders
Strength of the world is on my side
Strength of the world the one true beholder
Ice in my veins for those who've died
I've seen my family fade away, you've taken my whole life
There's nothing left to say

Avenged the dead killed all who cross me in my path
Suicidal, I never planned on coming back
I want it, I need it, revenge is dripping from my teeth
Need nothin', to feel power, and bring the killers to their knees

Nothin' ta lose vengeance ta gain
(You know I'll never be the same)
So taste my breath I'm close behind you
(So desperate on your final day)
Sorrow swallows my screams

Strength of the world is on my shoulders
Strength of the world is on my side
Strength of the world the one true beholder
Ice in my veins for those who've died
I've seen my family fade away, you've taken my whole life
There's nothing left to say

Sitting in silence with heaven above me
I prayed every night by their graves
While I search for closure I feel it no longer
I can't turn my cheek away

I stand before you, I'll sin when I have to
But now I leave your side to avenge my family's pride
I've seen my family fade away, you've taken my whole life
There's nothing left to say

Strength of the world is on my shoulders
Strength of the world is on my side
Strength of the world the one true beholder
Ice in my veins for those who've died

So far forever now alone
A greater punishment on me has been imposed
A killer falling from the light
I'll miss my family, I'll never be alright

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Bonnie And Clyde (Ft Jay-Z) - Lyrics - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Bonnie And Clyde (Ft Jay-Z)
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young, B, cruising down the Westside highway
Doing what we like to do, our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates

But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashing the gas, she's grabbing the wheel
It's true to the heart, she rides with me
The new Bobby and Whitney

Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller

Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keeping me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie & Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you loving
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humping
Now they 'bout nothing if ever you mad about something
It won't be that, oh no it won't be that

I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walking this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you working at Kermain, Birkin Bag
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim

And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody takes my place

Yeah-hee
(Break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life

Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
And all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life

The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
And all of my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

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Lawless Avenues - Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Title: Lawless Avenues
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne, Jorge Calderon

Lyric:
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
Made him go to Catechism
With the sisters in their black and white
And all the time those city streets
Were teaching him another kind of wisdom
When to run and when to fight
Up at the playground after school
Listening to tales of the prison system
And those lawless avenues

Dawn on a half darkened street
A child's footsteps repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

Silent Joe went down so bad
He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging
Someone from some other part of town
No one even seen it coming down
And you don't hear no church bells ringing
And in the violent night the police light
Sweeps across the lots and the yards
Following those lawless avenues

Down on a half darkened street
Armies advance and retreat
And struggle to take control
From those lawless avenues

Manuelito's sister Rosa
Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa
Manuelito, cuida a Rosa
Hay mira como estan las cosas
(Manuelito take care of Rosa
Look at how things are)

But who could blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven u solo quiere
Ver la belleza del mundo
(Rosa is young and only wants
To see the beauty of the world)

Manuel said
"You gotta fight for what you want in this life"
Just before they shipped him overseas to 'Nam
Otra guerra sin razon
Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor
(Another war without reason
Another war without end, without honor

And she was fighting to understand
When they shipped Manuelito's body home
All she heard was one more shot
Echoing down lawless avenues

Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer
La lucha en el barrio no cambia
Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer
Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos
Y chingazos
(Today my friend, just like yesterday
The struggle in the barrio doesn't change
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living between hugs and blows)

Down on a half darkened street
Fathers' and sons' lives repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

En el calor de la calle
(In the heat of the street)
Buscan valor en la calle
(Looking for valor in the street)
Hasta final de la calle
(Till the end of the street)

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Tang Clan - Windmill - Lyrics - The 8 Diagrams - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Windmill
Album: The 8 Diagrams
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Robert F Diggs, Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his fucking arm
You know how it go, word up
Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man
None at all, man, no more, none of that

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lock men
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box

Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
You knowing where it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I rhyme
When I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us

Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do
What am I supposed to say? Yeah

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could ever imagine

How much of a great blessing to a rap city
Where the youth is organically fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual

A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried
He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings

Math shed light on divine secrets then science leaked it
For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring world
Which is ten times the sharpness

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

Let the track wind and your mind flow free
Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the source of which it came
Energy, see it changed forms

Atoms being born, never ending
On and on and on and travel with me
Not trying to convince the pack that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We have agreed

You'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down

Underneath your white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the zone
Get your face blown

What am I supposed to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do

Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense

Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
Witty, unpredictable, gritty individual
Valid if it's actual, talent and it's natural

Game, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein
I and I, ride or die, under the name
W-U, the primary, your secondary
Definitely not necessary, the legendary

You printed the blueprints to do this shit
Moving the youth in the bricks
Spitting poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my sick art

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time
If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is asanine

Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof
In living proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run
Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every time I write

Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent

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Valuable Game - Lyrics - 7th Deadly Sin - Ice T

Title: Valuable Game
Album: 7th Deadly Sin
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Andrea Monica Martin, Patrick Leroy Brown, Ivan Matias, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ray Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
This song is dedicated to my man
Tupac Shakur, rest in peace
Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace
And all my other homies that have died
In the madness called street life
Rest in peace

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix
Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge
Case hitters me, I'm the point man

Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
Come up, give me my cut, what?
Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me
Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G

Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype
Recognize the type?
Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life
I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell

$2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math
A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love
Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags
Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me?
Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T

Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized
This games' the only one we got left
Hip-hop's become the game of death
Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up
But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law
You go in, you reach the other two before you know
What happen to you game's over dude
On the next page, they got power in effect
While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us
Kills the next brother next

Think about it too long will make you sick
Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin'
Economically, astronomically it could happen homie
Follow me

Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul
Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told
I stopped flippin' KI's in eighty three
They need a time machine to car cerate me

I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean?
Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene
Beef, the only beef I got is the steak
I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite

East, West, North, South, Moon, Star
I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are
I hope y'all players listen
Ain't out there hatin' and dissin'

Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told
I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception
I've just been here for the start of this
I gotta come from the heart for this

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze
And anticipate the moves of the fakes
Wonder if the cancers' in too deep, can't sleep
Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased
Injected into a pure hustle born on city streak

Migraines fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane
Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets to live the life
That I got to play in tryin' to represent to the fullest
I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it

Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G?
I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a movie
Y'all tryin' to lose me
And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics
Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin'
I've been corporatin' to this music over these years

Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise
Open your eyes kid this games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant
Stay sucker reppellin' invent, incorporate, parlay, play
And I got no reason to lie to you

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

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