Six - Sixty - Six - Lyrics - Frank Black

Title: Six - Sixty - Six
Artist: Frank Black
Composer(s): Larry D Norman

Lyric:
In the midst of the war, he offered us peace
And he came like a lover from out of the east
With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast
His intentions were six sixty six

He walked up to the temple with gold in his hands
And he bought off the priests and propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot and laid in the sand
While the band played six sixty six

We served at his table and slept on the floor
But he starved us and beat us and he nailed us to the door
Well, I'm ready to die, I can't take any more
And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks, straight up

He told us he loved us, but that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets and death in his eyes
Well, my number is up and I'm willing to die
If the band will play six, if the band will play six sixty
If the band will play six sixty six

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Six-Sixty-Six - Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

Title: Six-Sixty-Six
Artist: Frank Black And The Catholics
Composer(s): Larry D Norman

Lyric:
In the midst of the war, he offered us peace
And he came like a lover from out of the east
With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast
His intentions were six sixty six

He walked up to the temple with gold in his hands
And he bought off the priests and propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot and laid in the sand
While the band played six sixty six

We served at his table and slept on the floor
But he starved us and beat us and he nailed us to the door
Well, I'm ready to die, I can't take any more
And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks, straight up

He told us he loved us, but that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets and death in his eyes
Well, my number is up and I'm willing to die
If the band will play six, if the band will play six sixty
If the band will play six sixty six

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Horsementality - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Horsementality
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): John Austin, Germaine Williams, Ricardo Brown, Melvin Lewis, Walter Reed

Lyric:
The beginnin' of the end niggaz
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker
Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
Police callin' all cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan

My specialty is poetically, lyrically
Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch
Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch

So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side, as a carcass
I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin'
Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs
Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms and comets

Now, who wanna make the next Ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin'
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorchin' when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin' off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin' my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six
Master of Ceremony has beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin' on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax leave you exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin' mind blowin' rhymes and poems
Controllin' my tongue when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing
When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back, so, take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by what we ride by, ha

Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah, nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
With my motherfuckin' arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle
Now, who the fuck really wanna battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

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Six Minutes - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: Six Minutes
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, D Davis, R Waters, R Bailey, E Johnson, Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Thomas Burton, R Murray, J Williams, Cameron Gipp, R Barnett, Antwar Patton, Rico Wade

Lyric:
360 seconds, it's on
Unlimited firsts, from calibers unknown
Come wit it in ya verse or take a job and stay gone
I don't care if it's rehearsed or off the top of your dome

With this specified time, you can do as you please
Make a decision to create life or spread death and disease
We got 360 degrees of emcees
That make these rap niggaz sound like they swangin' from trees
Everythang from brain food to puttin' broads on they knees
We do it all for the love and never all for the cheese

Hot tub, bubbling like warm water, call me, hot tub
Cut your wife and daughter like a meat cleaver
We be the Dungeon Family
Niggaz up under the step from A T L to overstand me

D F is the clique I represent
Puffin' purple, poppin' poppers, spittin' straight pimp shit
Conversation without compensation, we sensed this
It's not to mention that yo' girl, you're persistent in
Nothin' physical happened but give me six minutes
When ya off, somebody gon' get in it

Say no names, wear my hair longer than your first strang
Yo' girl wish she was drafted for the Georgia drill team
But I ain't gon' say no more
You need to catch somebody else I'm 'bout to hit the door, I'm out

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace
Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malice
I'm movin' things to the South
A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone

Ain't nothin' like me and you baby with no clothes on
I'm tired of runnin' the streets all night
And a girlfriend ain't gon' stay down, witcha like a wife
I can't let all you girls get to my head
'Cuz you know what I want between them legs

Hey, I'm just walkin' outta foot locker, strollin' through Greenbriar
Stepped in the food court, just gonna but a bean pot
Ay, cool, cool cutta, cut her to the finch
If a girl gotta future behind her, I'm up in it

And I'd like a pretty lady with a tailback mouth
'Cuz if you hit the right spot, she'll go back runnin' her mouth
Now, every time I meet a girl, she puttin' her hand in her purse
And when my next record drop, I ain't wearin' no shirt
Let's do it

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Oh, oh, oh

Hats off, nigga, can we put a fist in it 'fore we handle business?
Hallelujah, for the bank, Benz's, houses, hummers, tanks and all that
Gon' see, that they mean shack in the end
The world was my enemy, yes, who all was my friends

On the strong delucious
Unstoppable, followin' the tradition of men
Can't say, "Aww, look at that man
He's too dirty for industry", dead ass or is he

Five minutes and fifty nine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F to the fullest
Should it ever come to light?

It's true art, not hype
Come strong, take the mic, make sure it's tight
I rock a party all night with my team on the right
Straight ready for the lights, camera, action, Miss Jackson

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Introdu, introdu, introducing ice cold water
We stay sharp as a broke glass bottle
Just as sure as four quarters make a dollar
Ten dimes do too and I ain't takin' none shorter

Pay attention to every quote we say
'Cuz I got this here like it's in stores today
Holla, ready to rock, when he step on the scene
'Cuz shorty stay clean like, shicka-ding, shicka-ding

Well, I can be that and you need that, freaky D that
And if you want your monologue and open come and seek me
A few done fried man or we can bligh man
I'm the guy that kill ya cat and I dare you to defy me

If you can time me, I promise in sixty seconds
You'll be intriged and overwhelmed and obligated to rewind me
That reminds me and my name is the divinely
Human Cee and I hope you had a freaky time fuckin' with me

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Oh, oh, oh

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Oh, oh, oh

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Oh, oh, oh

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She'S Got Spies - Lyrics - Super Furry Animals

Title: She'S Got Spies
Artist: Super Furry Animals
Composer(s): Ciaran Bunford Pryce Rhys Ieua

Lyric:
She's got spies and they're looking out for me
But it's not like the KGB, it's just a game we play
She's got hooks meant for catching fish at sea
And she's casting them out and about to catch me unaware

She's got spies but it's not quite like the KGB, you see
She's got spies but it's not quite like the CIA, no way
She's got spies but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six
She's got spies but it's not espionage that makes her tick
When the siren's singing, I'll think a thought of you

She's got eyes and they're lodged in the back of her head
And she can see three-sixty degrees without turning around
She'll sometimes cry after watching the six o'clock news
And if the four-minute warning chimes
We'll hide here, underneath the desk

She's got spies but it's not quite like the KGB, you see
She's got spies but it's not quite like the CIA, no way
She's got spies but it's not quite like the MI6, sixty-six
She's got spies but it's not espionage that makes her tick
When the siren's singing, I'll think a thought of you

She's got spies but it's not quite like the KGB, you see
She's got spies but it's quite like the CIA
And when the cold war's over, the springtime thaw will flower
And when the siren's singing
We'll sense a new beginning, just as we reach the end

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15 Times - Lyrics - Gilbert Osullivan

Title: 15 Times
Artist: Gilbert Osullivan
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan

Lyric:
"Move along, move along, move along"
Said the man with the uniform on
"Get away, get away, get away"
Said the goldfish to the whale

"Oh, what have I done now?"
And the goldfish replied, "You fool
You're too big for me
And I'm too yellow for you"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up"
Said the greyhound to her pup
"What a life, what a life, what a life"
Said the husband to his wife

"Oh, where did we go wrong?"
And the husband to put it crude
Said, "You're no fun anymore
And I'm fed up with"

"You and me and baby makes
Three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten and eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen times
Forty-four is six hundred and sixty"

"And again, and again, and again"
Said the masochist to his friend
"What a cheek, what a cheek, what a cheek"
Said the hen to the Portuguese

"Oh, what have we done wrong?"
And the hen replied, "You fools
You're too many for me
And I'm too chicken for"

"You and me and baby makes
Three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten and eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen times
Forty-four is six hundred and sixty"

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4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I?m trippin

On Mc?s cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro? your metro

Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver?s head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

I?m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who?ll fight for mics
Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I?ll call your bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think I?ll go on
For more millenniums than Mazda?s got on the car lot

And there?s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain?t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I?m already doin' a hundred
When I?m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I?m gon? gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it?s gon? be that
See that, that shit?ll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson
I?m gon? get you either way, and it?s better to live
Let me get what?s between your sock, cause it?s, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don?t make me put your somewhere where nobody?ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don?t come back on
This ain?t a flick you ain?t gon? come back on, you ain?t that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You?se a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I?m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I?ma do this shit for free this time this one?s for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that?s like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight
Snappin, you amateur mc?s
Don?t you know I?m like the dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I?m a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they?ve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word up

Now let?s get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it?d transform into a time bomb
You don?t wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And I?m daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don?t ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

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4, 3, 2, 1 - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I?m trippin

On Mc?s cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro? your metro

Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver?s head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

I?m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who?ll fight for mics
Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I?ll call your bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think I?ll go on
For more millenniums than Mazda?s got on the car lot

And there?s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain?t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I?m already doin' a hundred
When I?m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I?m gon? gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it?s gon? be that
See that, that shit?ll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson
I?m gon? get you either way, and it?s better to live
Let me get what?s between your sock, cause it?s, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don?t make me put your somewhere where nobody?ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don?t come back on
This ain?t a flick you ain?t gon? come back on, you ain?t that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You?se a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I?m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I?ma do this shit for free this time this one?s for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that?s like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight
Snappin, you amateur mc?s
Don?t you know I?m like the dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I?m a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they?ve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word up

Now let?s get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it?d transform into a time bomb
You don?t wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And I?m daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don?t ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

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107 Steps - Lyrics - Selmasongs: Dancer In The Dark (Soundtrack) - BjÖRk

Title: 107 Steps
Album: Selmasongs: Dancer In The Dark (Soundtrack)
Artist: BjÖRk
Composer(s): Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Sigurjon Sigurdsson, Lars Von Trier

Lyric:
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen

Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three
Twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty

Thirty one, thirty five, thirty eight, forty two
Forty eight, fifty one, fifty four, fifty eight
Sixty four, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy five

Seventy nine, eighty three, eighty six
Eighty nine, ninety three
One hundred steps

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107 Steps - Lyrics - SelmaSongs - Bjork

Title: 107 Steps
Album: SelmaSongs
Artist: Bjork
Composer(s): Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Sigurjon Sigurdsson, Lars Von Trier

Lyric:
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen

Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three
Twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty

Thirty one, thirty five, thirty eight, forty two
Forty eight, fifty one, fifty four, fifty eight
Sixty four, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy five

Seventy nine, eighty three, eighty six
Eighty nine, ninety three
One hundred steps

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Z - Parking Lot Pimpin' - Lyrics - The Dynasty Roc La Familia - Jay

Title: Z - Parking Lot Pimpin'
Album: The Dynasty Roc La Familia
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Richard Thomas

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Lyric:
Yea standin' knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' like this

Big things, thick chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six range
Shit mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you
Switch slames bitch flip big caine

I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed
Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it is so funny

Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill

Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard
They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage

Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless
Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses

When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous
Standin' in the azure with white air forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can catch mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty
That's four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox

Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box
One sixty push my wheel, mash cops
One sixty took my wheel to cash drop
Run sixty you big will, match cop

Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering column
Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'

Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside the escalade
So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man

In the parkin' lot, where I spark a lot
I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the heat
Then we burn up the streets, bitch

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

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Riding With Private Malone - Lyrics - David Ball

Title: Riding With Private Malone
Artist: David Ball
Composer(s): Wood Newton, Thom Edward Shepherd

Lyric:
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
When an ad that said, "Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye
The lady didn't know the year or even if it ran
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand

It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
When I pulled the cover off, it took away my breath
What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette

I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
What a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
The date was nineteen-sixty six and this is what it wrote

He said, "My name is Private Andrew Malone
And if you're reading this, then I didn't make it home
But for every dream that shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of mine, now it belongs to you
And though you may take her and make her your own
You'll always be riding with Private Malone"

Well it didn't take me long at all, I had her running good
I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood
I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town

The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
But it picked up that oldie show, especially late at night
I'd get the feeling sometimes, if I turned real quick I'd see
A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
He told me to take her and make her my own
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone

One night it was raining hard, I took the curve too fast
I still don't remember much about that fiery crash
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone
Oh, thank God, I was riding with Private Malone

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(I Don'T Want To Go To) Chelsea - Lyrics - Rock & Roll Music - Elvis Costello

Title: (I Don'T Want To Go To) Chelsea
Album: Rock & Roll Music
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Patrick Mcmanus

Lyric:
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that licks
And all the girls he's going to fix

She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the miniskirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play

Men come screaming dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips he licks
And all the girls he's going to fix

She gave a little flirt,gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the miniskirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

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Chelsea - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Chelsea
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Patrick Mcmanus

Lyric:
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix

She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play

Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix

She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

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Redemption - Lyrics - American Recordings - Johnny Cash

Title: Redemption
Album: American Recordings
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny Cash

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Lyric:
From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground

Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell
In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And we're redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight
'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine

My old friend Lucifer came
Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And we're redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground

And a small inner voice
Said, "You do have a choice"
The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And with the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
I clung to the tree
And was redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground

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A New Fix For '76 - Lyrics - Gino Vannelli

Title: A New Fix For '76
Artist: Gino Vannelli
Composer(s): Gino Vannelli

Lyric:
And now that psychedelia's gone when the hell ya gonna face reality boy
We can't be that asinine to think that nineteen sixty nine was the way it should be

There's a new moon with an old shine
So it's time to open your heart as wide as you see
Sing a new song of mobility
Get a new fix for seventy six

And now whether our hair's short or long
The issue is not really if it's right or wrong
But as long as it's clean right
I've gotta realize that our new found philosophies
Were only synthesized in the delusion of a flowerchild scene

There's a new star in an old space
So it's time you open your soul and set yourself free
Sing a new song of totality
Get a new fix for seventy six

So we thought we were cool and free
But then our heroes blew their minds
With X and Y's and LSD oh what a sin
Friend we gotta comprehend and we gotta learn from the past
And not dwell in it again and again and again

Hold one hand with time
And open your mind naturally
Sing a new song of vitality
Get a new fix for seventy six

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Younger Days - Lyrics - Tom Jones

Title: Younger Days
Artist: Tom Jones
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Tom Jones, Jerry Duplessis

Lyric:
I?m still young at heart, I play the part
I feel so good, I feel so good
When Madison Square Garden
No longer screams for me
(Now)

And the record company
Don?t send no Limos for me
(No, no)
And the young girls
They think that I?m too old

I know I'll be okay when
I think of the young days, the young days
With a mike and a guitar
I used to racket on any stage, any stage

From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
The big neon lights whenever we came through
People pushing through like they don?t no what to do
Bouncers screaming, "Hey, hey, hey

Ain?t no pushing to the back of the line
Don?t you know everybody?s bound to get in?
Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
But it made me feel special

When a hundred girls rushed that door
Ignored what the bouncers say
They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
It made me feel special when they say

"DJ, play this request", all right
Thinking of my younger rowdy days
I know my people say

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
(Rush)

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey

When I look in your eyes that?s the only stars I see
And I go through New York with no security
And on the billboards I?m no longer number one

I know I'll be okay when
I think of the young days, the young days
With a mike and a guitar
I used to racket on any stage, any stage

From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
The big neon lights whenever we came through
People pushing through like they don?t no what to do
Bouncers screaming, "Hey, hey, hey

Ain?t no pushing to the back of the line
Don?t you know everybody?s bound to get in?
Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
But it made me feel special

When a hundred girls rushed that door
Ignored what the bouncers say
They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
It made me feel special when they say

"DJ, play this request", all right
Thinking of my younger rowdy days
I know my people say

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(It was young and rowdy)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Now I?m old and rowdy)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey
(As long as I stay rowdy, nothing's gonna be cloudy)

I know I'll be okay when
I think of the young days, the young days
With a mike and a guitar
I used to racket on any stage, any stage

From the hood to the suburbs in a theater near you
The big neon lights whenever we came through
People pushing through like they don?t no what to do
Bouncers screaming, "Hey, hey, hey

Ain?t no pushing to the back of the line
Don?t you know everybody?s bound to get in?
Wait your turn, ticket holders are first on the line"
But it made me feel special

When a hundred girls rushed that door
Ignored what the bouncers say
They went to the club screaming 'Tom'
It made me feel special when they say

"DJ, play this request", all right
Thinking of my younger rowdy days
I know my people say

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey

Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door
(Rush)
Come rush the door, we gonna bomb rush the door, hey, hey, hey

It was good in sixty-five, it was good in sixty-six
It was good in sixty-seven, I felt I was in heaven
It still feels good after all these years
Now we?re in a new millennium
I can dig it, I still dig it, I still do it
'Cause I love it, yes, I do

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Natural Born Killaz - Lyrics - Featuring... Ice Cube - Ice Cube

Title: Natural Born Killaz
Album: Featuring... Ice Cube
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young

Lyric:
Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mind state with a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror, buck, buck, lights out
'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggaz get hauled off

Barrel one touches your motherfuckin' flesh
Barrel two shoots your fuckin' heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go, click
On my Tec-nine, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it's your bad time

Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra-red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner
Decapitation, I ain't hesitatin'
To put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your dome

I'm hot like lava, you got a problem?
I got a problem solver and his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a forty-four Mag
And you're frozen inside a body bag

Nobody iller than this graveyard filler, cap peeler
'Cause Im a natural born killa

Terror illustrates my era
Now I can't hang around my Momma 'cause I scare her
I wanna blast, motherfucker
It feels like Im bustin' a nut when I open you up

'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
'Cause I'm givin' dirt naps
Comin' with them, bomb ass raps
To make your lungs collapse, perhaps

You never sleep 'cause everytime you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose
Ain't seen the sun in sixty-six days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze

I never ever, ever made a ho stay
But I'm down with Dre like AC is down with OJ
So fuck how you're livin'
I'm the unforgivin', psycho drivin' murderer

It's authentic, don't panic
I can't stand it, goddamn it, schizophrenic
So fuck Charlie Manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit 'em with a brick and I'm dancin'

Mass murderer, natural born killla
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna
I don't wanna die

I don't understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand, I like the sounds of sirens
Terrified screams from the streams of Strychnine
Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine

'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold and they pupils won't dialate
It's so much pain, migraine, headache
I can hear his bones break

He steps in the single door
Got his ass whipped with twenty lashes
Like that dude up in Singapore
So I'ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

Tic, toc, toc ,tic, toc, tic
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
Keepin' niggaz in order, makin' their life shorter
Ready to slaughter

'Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallucinatin' ain't no debatin', I'm creatin'
An escape route to be out without a doubt

Scot free, so don't even
Think about tryin' to stop me 'cause I cant wait
I'm out the gate, on for the realla
A thrilla for a natural born killa

Gi gi gi gi, ga,ga, they call me Dada
Six million ways to murder, choose one
Lose one soul, bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggaz goin' bump in the night

Should I peely?
Should I kill her in my iller?
Then a natural born killa

Should I peely?
Should I kill her in my iller?
Then a natural born killa

Should I peely?
Should I kill her in my iller?
Then a natural born killa

Should I peely?
Should I kill her in my iller?
Then a natural born killa

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The Number Of The Beast - Lyrics - A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: The Number Of The Beast
Album: A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steve Harris

Lyric:
Woe to you, oh earth and sea
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
Reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty six

I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think
To get the memories from my mind
What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw
That night was real and not just fantasy?

Just what I saw in my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cause in my dreams, it's always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair

Night was black, was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell?

6 6 6, the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done

6 6 6, the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on, I must inform the law
Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes

6 6 6, the number of the beast
6 6 6, the one for you and me

I'm coming back, I will return
And I'll possess your body, and I'll make you burn
I have the fire, I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course

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