Smoke Rings In The Dark - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Gary Allan

Title: Smoke Rings In The Dark
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Houston Robert, Rivers Rutherford

Lyric:
Well I won't make you tell me
What I've come to understand
You're a certain kind of woman
I'm a different kind of man

I've tried to make you love me
You've tried to find a spark
Of the flame that burned
But somehow turned to smoke rings in the dark

The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
'Cause it burns as slow as whiskey
Through an empty aching soul

And the night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark

I know I must be going
'Cause love's already gone
And all I'm taking with me
Are the pieces of my heart
And all I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark

The rain falls where it wants to
Wind blows where it will
Everything on earth goes somewhere
But I swear we're standin' still

So, I'm not going to wake you
I'll go easy on your heart
I'll just touch your face and drift away
Like smoke rings in the dark

I know I must be going
'Cause loves already gone
And all I'm taking with me
Are the pieces of my heart
And all I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark

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I'M The One - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: I'M The One
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Gary Allan, Odie Blackmon, Jamie O Hara

Lyric:
If you need someone to take you by the hand
And help you heal your broken heart
Show you how to find the faith in love again
So you can make a brand new start
If you're looking for the man to chase away your clouds
And be your morning sun, oh baby I'm the one

Believing in tomorrow is so hard
When all your yesterdays are filled with pain
Trusting in the future isn't easy
When the past is just pouring rain
And all you need is someone who can take away
The memory of, of what he's done, oh baby I'm the one

I'm the one who longs to kiss your lips and hold you tight
I'm the one who longs to love you for the rest of your life
So if you're looking for the kind of man who loves forever
And will never run, oh baby I'm the one

I'm the one who longs to kiss your lips and hold you tight
I'm the one who longs to love you for the rest of your life
So if you're looking for the kind of man who loves forever
And will never run, oh baby I'm the one, woah, woah baby I'm the one

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Summer Time - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Summer Time
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): T Dudley, D Archer, T Patterson, T Kelly

Lyric:
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time

Well listen Summer time in the city
Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they baggy shorts
And kids is having fun in the park
But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms
Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin 'Hi'
The folks that don't ride
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz
Strictly t-shirts or the boots
Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks
Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
Lex, coups, beemers and benz
Niggas hangin with they man makin hits
We bouncin in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

In every borough there's a crew
Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew
'Cause that's the way that us niggas do
With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports
And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
The would be throwin jams in the park
When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark
GG and G tapes are bangin, it's strictly Spigg Nice
And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin
I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through
In 89, 'cause them shorties smoke grass too
To make a avenue, somethin in god rule
40 Be, that is lee, agent I too
And to my peoples on the rock
132142, Yeah that's the rock
See Queens niggas do they thing
Champagne and rings don't hold shit
Bang real niggas hang in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

It's about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese
And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries
When new burgers got a lot around the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south
Bounce bounce like that
Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets
Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok
Shorty bouncin with friends
3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz
I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel
Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield
So one two, this is how we do
Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

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Cowboy Blues - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Cowboy Blues
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Mike Geiger, George Mccorkle, Mike Huffman

Lyric:
Well there's a lonesome feelin' that comes over me
When I hear that highway moan
I know it's where the good Lord meant for me to be
A dreamin' drifter far from home

I roam from town to town out on the interstate
I'm always only passin' through
I need my woman's lovin' she's so far away
I'm singin' the cowboy blues

Stranger don't you know I'd like to be your friend
If I had the time to stay
But I'm a tumbleweed blowin' in the wind
I've got to catch another stage

I strap on my guitar just like a 45
I pray each night my aim is true
I'm shootin' for the heart lookin' in your eyes
Singin' the cowboy blues

Sometimes I get to thinkin' 'bout settlin' down
Fade off into a memory
Well every night that I step out to face the crowd
I know this is the life for me

I strap on my guitar just like a 45
I pray each night my aim is true
I'm shootin' for the heart lookin' in your eyes
I'm singin' the cowboy blues
I'm singin' the cowboy blues
I'm singin' the cowboy blues

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N-Noreaga - B Ez - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - B Ez
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): N Jones, L Lewis, Victor Santiago, K Holley

Lyric:
I heard that nigga Capone's home
Yo, word to motha that nigga Nore'
Doin' his mothafuckin' thing thugged out
Entertainment, know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas still in the streets, I'll will
Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line
Between streets and business
So we gotta have balance and be easy

I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard
Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar
Under your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'

I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'
This clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B
The voice from heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend
This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand

Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red
CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people, the sequel
Nas, CNN, nobody's equal

Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy

Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky Ross
Lex two-fifty horse power, click and devour the source
If it's flour then swallow your loss
I cock fours, kick in Poppi's doors

All for the cash and the cause
Niggas break big fractions of laws
So what, we got it sewn up
Smack every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns spit at you

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a hundred follow me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill

Never waste a penny, money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my necklace
When death is too close flip the next shit
Thug the game out bust biscuits, pull the range out

Public enemy, Queens Bridge where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed, I wear like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient

Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy

I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God
Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard
And crush weed with the hashish
Bandana head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps

I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked
I see dead corpses and Rolls Royces

Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut
Money bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped

Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy

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Don'T Tell Mama - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Don'T Tell Mama
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Kim Williams, Jerry Laseter, Buddy Brock

Lyric:
I was headed north on highway five on a star-lit Sunday night
When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control
As I watched in my headlights, he swerved left then back right
He never hit the brakes as he left the road

I found him lyin' in the grass among the steel and glass
With an empty whiskey bottle by his side
And through the blood and tears he whispered in my ear
A few last words just before he died

Don't tell mama I was drinkin'
Lord knows, her soul would never rest
And I can't leave this world with mama thinkin'
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath

I still think about that night and how that young man died
And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes
The last thing on his mind as he left this world behind
Was knowin' someone else's heart would break

Don't tell mama I was drinkin'
Lord knows, her soul would never rest
I can't leave this world with mama thinkin'
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath
Don't tell mama I was drinkin'

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Sorry - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Sorry
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Brice Long, Wynn Varble, Shawn Camp

Lyric:
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry

Well, I came home from work in the middle of the day
Two hours early but a little too late
She was coming down the stairs looking mighty grand
With a big brown suitcase in her hand

I said, "What's goin' on, baby, what's the deal"
She said, "I just don't feel like I used to feel"
With the devil's own smile right out of the blue
She said, "I done went and found myself somebody new"
She said

Sorry, it didn't work out
Sorry, guess I'll see you around
She ruined my life, left me broken hearted
And all she had to say was, "Sorry"

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry

Well, I laid awake cryin' for many a night
I just couldn't seem to get her off my mind
I went to her, got down on my knees
Said, "Baby, won't ya please come back to me"
She said

Sorry, it didn't work out
Sorry, guess I'll see you around
She ruined my life, left me broken hearted
And all she had to say was, "Sorry"

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry

Well, time went by and my poor heart healed
I found me a woman who's love is real
Man, she's a looker, the apple of my eye
And every head turns when she walks by

Well, we ran into my old flame the other day
It blew my mind what she had to say
She said, "Hello, baby, well, how have you been
I was hopin' maybe we could get together again"
And I said

Sorry, it didn't work out
Sorry, guess I'll see you around
You ruined my life and left me broken hearted
And all you had to say was, "Sorry"
You said, "Sorry"

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry

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Learning To Live With Me - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Learning To Live With Me
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Gary Burr, Harley Allen

Lyric:
I used to wish that I was, great as any man
Better than I am, could do things no one can
And I used to wish that I was cool as I could be
But now I'm learning to live with me

Is anybody satisfied with who they really are?
You could be the moon and still be jealous of the stars
You gotta' learn to swim if you can't walk upon the sea
So I'm learning to live with me

And I used to wish that I was, braver than the rest
A hero nothin' less, a big duke in the west
But I know the way I am is who I'm gonna be
So I'm learing to live with me

Is anybody satisfied with who they really are?
You could be the moon and still be jealous of the stars
You gotta' learn to swim if you can't walk upon the sea
So I'm learning to live
Learning to forgive
Learning to live with me

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Runaway - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Runaway
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Max Crook, Del Shannon

Lyric:
As I walk along I wonder
What went wrong with our love
A love so rare and strong

And as I walk along I think of
The times we had together
While our hearts were young

I'm a' walkin' in the rain, tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder, I wa wa wa wonder

Why, why, why, why, why, why, she ran away?
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, a' run, run, run, run, runaway

I'm a' walkin' in the rain, tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder, I wa wa wa wonder

Why, why, why, why, why, why she ran away?
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, a' run, run, run, run, runaway

A' run, run, run, run, runaway
A' run, run, run, run, runaway

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Greenfields - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Greenfields
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Frank Dycus, Shawn Camp

Lyric:
Greenfields backed by blue skies
'Bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder, do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields

And sometimes, oh, I wish you were still mine
And I'd go back in time and I'll always find
You in greenfields and you're layin' by my side
And love was real and I could taste it on these lips of mine

In greenfields backed by blue skies
'Bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder, do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields

When I see cotton candy clouds up in Heaven
Well, I close my eyes and then we drift away
And I'm lovin' you and holdin' on forever
There in your arms, where I used to lay

In greenfields backed by blue skies
'Bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder, do you feel the way I feel
In greenfields

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G Style - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: G Style
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Wendell Winston, Henry Garcia, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, right about now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T
To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that
I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like this

The card after the ace is deuce
So cut the nigga loose on the 3
That's me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings
I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes
And you'll lose or you might die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie
Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas
I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they books

I give a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the alley all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome

It's the G-style
Gangsta style

G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9
And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props
Because I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the same street to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day that I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip

Not in the ghetto no more but I do hang
Got a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs
I kick the game from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer

It's the G-style
Gangsta style

Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme speed
Some of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, some nights I can't right
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind

Then the beat becomes me sit in the dark
And write a whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme
'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo dump
Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of?
Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep
On every city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

It's the G-style
Gangsta style

Many like to dress the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak with the mad backs
Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her know
Right off the top, what's my sport, you think long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around

Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks
And then unload music for the hardcore beat down
No weak pop shit, strictly underground
And if you don't like the style as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It's the G-style
Gangsta style

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Bourbon Borderline - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Bourbon Borderline
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Jennifer Bibeau, John Wayne Wiggins, Harley Lee Allen

Lyric:
I wake up in the morning full of dread
Tryin' to remember what I'd said
I say that I won't call you and I mean it every time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

I wish that I could tell you why I call
Sometimes it's just hard for me, that's all
I know that it's over and it's just a waste of time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

Memories of you surround me
And I'm afraid the tears might drown me
Oh, I think I'm doing fine
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

It's good that I just do this now and then
You know I'm really not a drinking man
But I can't bear to talk about us any other time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

Memories of you surround me
And I'm afraid the tears might drown me
Oh, I think I'm doing fine
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

Oh, I think I'm doing fine
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline

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State Fair - Lyrics - Doug Supernaw

Title: State Fair
Artist: Doug Supernaw
Composer(s): Mickey Cates

Lyric:
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid October and the autumn breeze
Shook the colors out of the trees
Time was passing but who were we to care
We were headed for the State Fair

And I remember Calvin reaching underneath the dash
Pulling out that pack of cigarettes that he kept stashed
For half the morning we blew smoke rings in the air
Like two big fat millionaires

It happened way out on route twenty nine
Some drunk driver came across the yellow line
Calvin's momma cried and his daddy sat and stared
Life can sure be unfair

It's been so long since that dark day
I thought by now I'd have put the past away
But just this morning I found myself back there
Going to the State Fair

And I remember Calvin reaching underneath the dash
Pulling out that pack of cigarettes that he kept stashed
For half the morning we blew smoke rings in the air
Like two big fat millionaires

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Cryin' For Nothin' - Lyrics - Smoke Rings in the Dark - Gary Allan

Title: Cryin' For Nothin'
Album: Smoke Rings in the Dark
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Kevin Stephen Welch

Lyric:
I am a full grown fool
And I shoulda known better
But I tried and I tried
And I could not forget her

I would go back to her
Time after time
Man I must have been
Out of my mind

All of that cryin' for nothin'
All of that tryin' for nothin'
What has it ever got me
What has it ever taught me

I've got to keep believin'
In somethin' baby
'Stead of just tryin' for nothin
Cryin' for nothin' at all

Well we fought for love
And we fought for trust
And the whole blessed time
It was right there in front of us

We could not reach it
And I don't know why
It took so long
Just to say goodbye

All of that cryin' for nothin'
All of that tryin' for nothin'
What has it ever got me
What has it ever taught me

I've got to keep believin'
In somethin' baby
'Stead of just tryin' for nothin'
Cryin' for nothin' at all

Well her friends all told her
Mine told me
But we would not listen
Could not see

Me and my pride
Her and her dreams
We never ever stood
A chance it seems

All of that cryin' for nothin'
All of that tryin' for nothin'
What has it ever got me
What has it ever taught me

I've got to keep believin'
In somethin' baby
'Stead of just tryin' for nothin'
Cryin' for nothin' at all

'Stead of just tryin' for nothin'
Cryin' for nothin' at all
Cryin' for nothin'

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Tortured Soul Asylum - Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Tortured Soul Asylum
Album: Midian
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin Powell, Daniel Davey, Guiseppe Piras

Lyric:
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at the heart
Don't despair me
Come bare me on wings
Of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts after dark

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a Demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

Midian

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city that sunk below
Tall Cedar groves and graves sublime

Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden Midian
A long fabled Judecca
With sanctities of sin
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold
The searing sun had knelt to kiss

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer its kind to live
For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs

Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cache a face effaced
And raped in the womb

In hidden Midian
A Vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit

Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt
For those below, who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on me for days
And in Laudenum's haze
I painted them all

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To deathugees at peace within
Crotesques, wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim

And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares

Under fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a Demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other sides
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

Midian

I know I've seen
Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me

And just like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams
When my Devil-iverers come from fog for me

Please come for me

Exhuming the moon
Through the bars in my room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through
But no genobites aprosides
Rise to claim me for you

No! no! no! no! no! no
Don't leave me here in this storm weathered cell
No! no! no no no no
With prophets and losses
And dead men from crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell

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Seems 2 Be - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Seems 2 Be
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Who?s that? Who?s that? Who?s that?
The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler
Gangster player, hardcore motherfucker living today
To be honest, I?m totally and completely on his dick
And you know this, man

It?s the return of Dizzee Rascal
Dem bwoi, nah ready yet trend dat you never set
Silence, silence, silence dat
Stop that, start that, get that

Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank
Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC?s on deep freeze
Hit these Whitney?s and rip these
I?m like Busta we flip these, so please

Don?t rap with these fearless, angry, sick MC?s
Don?t like Christine?s or Britney?s
Lala?s or Tinky Winky?s
And this one strictly for pick these?

Old school afro, dry white beats
Barclays Halifax, we stick these
Endless gunshots, we lick these
Trick these CID?s with ease

Touch mic, MC?s jump like fleas
Playa haters get chopped like trees
A boy rascal to a boy in histories

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen
Get rhymes, get heard, get seen, Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin
Keep vigilant, keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard, get kicked hard, real hard
Leave death threats in your birthday card

?O my days what is he like?? Dizzee.com, Dizzee.bust mic
World wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend
Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.holler
Frank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stank

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

Ding dong, it's on, fake MC?s wanna sing my song
Wanna test my react? Bring it on
Wanna take me for a mong? Nar, that?s wrong
Hit ?em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow
Leave bullet holes in the Moschinos clothes
What like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoes

Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out
Six foot deep, you could never climb out
I smoke the weed till my mum finds out
Front, back, outside, in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng
Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

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Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park) - Lyrics - Illmatic - Nas

Title: Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park)
Album: Illmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, P Barsella, Reuben Lincoln Wilson, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word, word
Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin'?
We gon' do a little somethin' like this, yaknahmsayin'?

(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
KnowhatI'msayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?)
Hah, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology

Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke

It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap

No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler
I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo

With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace God)
Peace God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge

One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces

Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank

Pumpin' for somethin', some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggaz, incorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black

Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team
A Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still

Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew
To my deceased crew on memory lane

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge

Comin' out a Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta Queensbridge

The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta Queensbridge

The most dangerous MC is
Me numba won and you know where me from

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Memory Lane - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Memory Lane
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, P Barsella, Reuben Lincoln Wilson, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
(Check that shit)
Fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a little somethin' like this, ya know what I'm sayin'?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?)
Hah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school niggaz
Then I be dissin' a unofficial that smoke woolie Thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer

Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke

It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya

Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace God)
Peace God, now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge

One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the Ganja

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin', black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank

Pumpin' for somethin', some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin' niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats

They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queens bridge

Comin' outta, comin' outta, comin' outta Queens bridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta, comin' outta, comin' outta Queens bridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta, comin' outta, comin' outta Queens bridge
The most dangerous MC is
Comin' outta, comin' outta, comin' outta Queens bridge
The most dangerous MC is
Me numba one and you know where me from

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Cartouche - Lyrics - Blackmores Night

Title: Cartouche
Artist: Blackmores Night
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore, Candice Night

Lyric:
If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing

In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing

Still I hear the whisper, 'Cartouche'

Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing

Still I hear the whisper, 'Cartouche'

Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, it's all fading fast
Written word, turn the card, winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing

Still I hear the whisper, 'Cartouche'

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That'S Me - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: That'S Me
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Edward Jr Hinson, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the dark
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer

I'm on y'all
Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
Bloodshed niggas
Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer

Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's
Like it's all good down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me
All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery

I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
And I can't act, turned down three movies
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast

My rude ass, carry three weapons
And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping
Who else in a hurry to mirk
We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts

Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work, what?
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter

Said me, it's the man, can't be
Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
Got her damn handy
How you going to ever ask, stop carrying candy

I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right hand man, Randy, understand me
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece
And a matching land, Desert Calasandi

You know the one with the whips, that's me
The one with the chips and the chips, that's me
The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me
Get at me, nigga, that's me

The one that be running and dodging, you
The one that be sucking mad dick, you
The one that's scared of some yay yo
Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

I could show you some ice
Throw you a bite
You not that good dog, who told you you're nice
Your crew, switch siders

When I come through, hey, Cam
Dick riders
But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight
Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver

Come through, stick your suppliers
Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva
Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth
Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out

And I don't got beef, I don't play those games
If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names
Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz

My crew split, it was my mistake
But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes
I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H

This is for my niggas that load the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not promoted right
You know my life
Drink, smoke, roll some dice

Control the hiest
Know I'm a patrol your schiest
We all get schiest
Ma, keep all your rice

Wedding ring, hell no
I like all my ice
Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like poltergiest

You the type talk about everything you got now
I interrupt you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all rock wild
When I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"

I see y'all concerned about me
You ain't got to go to school to learn about me

Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me
The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price
Yoke that's nice, that's me

The one that's scared of a scuffle, you
The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you
The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven
You all about nothing, you biatch

Told you I got us this time around niggas
Feeling me some, huh
Harlem, I got us nigga

Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty
Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
It's fuck us, so fuck y'all

Killa biatch
Killa bitch
Killa bitch

Killa bitch
Killa bitch
Killa bitch

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