Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So Cold (Acoustic) - Lyrics - So Cold (Dig) - Breaking Benjamin

Title: So Cold (Acoustic)
Album: So Cold (Dig)
Artist: Breaking Benjamin
Composer(s): Aaron Fincke, Jeremy Hummel, Ben Burnley, Mark James Klepaski

Lyric:
Crowded streets are cleared away one by one
Hollow heroes separate as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die

Show me how it ends, it's all right
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well that's alright, let's give this another try

If you find your family don't you cry
In this land of make believe, dead and dry
You're so cold but you feel alive
Lay your hand on me one last time

Show me how it ends, it's all right
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well that's alright, let's give this another try

Show me how it ends, it's all right
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well that's alright, let's give this another try

It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
...

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40 Below - Lyrics - A Little Ain't Enough - David Lee Roth

Title: 40 Below
Album: A Little Ain't Enough
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): David Lee Roth

Lyric:
So the Lone Ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face

Go back, hell no, I just pulled up
An' lil' Jack frost
Gonna bite your little butt
So honey, cut to the chase

Well, your famous last words
Are a hard act to follow
An' too much heat I too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Call me 40 Below 'cos I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below
Well, I could take a little cold shot
And try an' ease your situation
I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby

So dig on my refrigeration
Shiverin' a-shakin'
Yeah, the whole routine
You get a fast crash course in air conditioning

Yeah, my freezer's just hummin'
Stick your face in the artic blast
An' tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh yeah
'Cause the ice-man's comin'

I'll give you bright red cheeks an' a runny nose
Like when the car don't start an' yo' booty's froze
It's like you been here before
Well, honey, whattya know?

Well, call me 40 Below an' I'm cold, yeah
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Call me 40 Below
An' I'll be whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' round your knees
I can drop below zero any moment, baby
I'm talkin' forty degrees, oh yeah

So if you seein' down my backstreets
I suggest you button up
I don't think ya wanna test me, mama
I'm a tough little fart

Famous last words are a hard act to follow
An' too much heat is too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Call me 40 Below and I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below an' I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below, feelin' so cold
Button up, mama
Yeah, you'd better zip it back up
Stamp my feet, clap your hands together

Yeah and pray for sunny weather
Don't light that match no
I'm melting, you're a horrible, horrible girl

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When Doves Cry - Lyrics - Just As I Am - Guy Sebastian

Title: When Doves Cry
Album: Just As I Am
Artist: Guy Sebastian
Composer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson

Lyric:
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like

When doves cry
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you, my darling?
Can you picture this?

Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Touch if you will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
(Feel how it trembles inside)
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase you
Even doves have pride

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
(A world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
(She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

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Down In A Cold Dirty Well - Lyrics - Holly - Justin Nozuka

Title: Down In A Cold Dirty Well
Album: Holly
Artist: Justin Nozuka
Composer(s): Justin Nozuka

Lyric:
Painted a picture of how it's supposed to turn out, turn out
Down in a cold, dirty well and I cannot climb out, climb out
Can't see no light, can't hear no bells
They walk right over me, can't hear my yells

They state me missing and search all over the town
Oh, look left and then right
But they'll never look down, don't look down

Dig me my grave
I won't be saved
No, I won't be saved
So dig me my grave

Helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me now

My mind is spinning around and around and around
Hey, yeah, I'm on my way down, on my way d-d-down
Louder I yell, the deeper I sink
Closer to hell, far from my instincts

Oh, helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me n-n-now now

I'm on my way down
I'm on the way down
I'm on the way down
I'm on my way down

And I will never feel that beat again
Oh no, no and I will never see the light
And I will never hear those bells ringing, no

Helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me n-n-now now

Hey, I'm on my way d-d-down
My way d-d-down, hey my way down
My way down, my way down
My way down, my way down

Dig me my grave
I won't be saved
I won't be saved
So dig me my grave

Down in a cold, dirty well and I cannot climb out

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Diggin' Your Style - Lyrics - What's A Man To Do - Frankie J

Title: Diggin' Your Style
Album: What's A Man To Do
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Francisco Bautista, Ron Bryant

Lyric:
Yo, I'm diggin' your style, yeah

She was so fly, she was alright
She looked like she came from that paradise
She was so thrown, she was so cold
'Cuz she already knew she had it goin' on

Them pretty ass toes, the way she rolls
Everythin' about her looked so dope
Her independent ways, bills all paid
What else could you ask for now a days

'Cuz you know I've been peepin' you awhile
I really like and dig your sexy style
So won't you turn and come around my way
I'll show you what I'm gonna do
And I'll show you how I feel for you

You got me diggin your style, oh
Can we kick it for a while?

So, baby can I get your number so we can holla
I'd really like to share some time with you
And anythin' you wanna do is cool
Keep it just between us two for you

All I need is just once chance
To be your man, so, baby, understand
So what I gotta do just to be next to you
What I gotta do, tell me what I gots to do, yeah

'Cuz you know I've been peepin' you awhile
I really like and dig your sexy style
So won't you turn and come around my way
I'll show you what I'm gonna do
And I'll show you how I feel for you

You got me diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?
I'm really diggin' your style
Can we kick it for a while?

She got a body like, sexy mamas like
She love to party like

Sometime I wanna take you to a movie or somethin'
Get high, get to know ya, introduce you to someone
So flat and so clean, livin' her own dream
She diggin' my lil stilo, I'm diggin the whole scene

Lookin' so supernatural
Fendi shade with the hat to match you know
On spinners when she roll on candy paint
That's why I love some candy man

Yo got me diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?
I'm really diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?

Yo got me diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?
I'm really diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?

Yo got me diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?
I'm really diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?

Yo got me diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?
I'm really diggin' yo style
Can we kick it for a while?

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When Doves Cry - Lyrics - Everydaylife - One Less Reason

Title: When Doves Cry
Album: Everydaylife
Artist: One Less Reason
Composer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson

Lyric:
Dig if you will, the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling, can you picture this?

Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat, the heat between me and you

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when the doves cry

Touch if you will, my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase you, even doves have pride

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry

When doves cry, when doves cry, when doves cry
Don't cry

Oh yeah all right, oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah

When doves cry, when doves cry
When doves cry

Ah, ah, ah, ooo
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooo
When doves cry, don't cry
Darling don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't, don't cry

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Wurrs My Cash - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Wurrs My Cash
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slacking up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

I'm yo' hustler
(Dig it)
I'm yo' daddy
(Alright)
I'm that clean at a school caddy
(Yes)
I'm yo supplyer
(uh huh)
I'm yo' buyer
(Not good)
I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire
(What am I?)
I'm yo' young pimp
(What else?)
Baby yo' boss
(What else?)
I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss
(Ya dig?)
I'm yo'supafly
(Ya dig?)
Yo Black Ceaser
(Alright man)
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
(Ha, ha)
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss
(Well alright)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

See that verco
(Right)
That's for when it's cold
(Brrrb)
Break that white gold, plain gold, got old
(Check it out)
Snake skin shoes
(Hu)
Give yo' friends blues
(Hu)
Step out the car, sharp as a fuckin' auto too
(Ya dig?)
Got tall girls
(Ya dig?)
Into small girls
(Ya dig?)
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls
(What is)
Willin' to work for it
(Work for)
Go in they purse for it
(Gimme that)
Down wit' me even if they put in a hearse for it
(Alright)
Got in the dirt for it
(C'mon girl)
Call me Papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
(C'mon girl)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
(Aah)
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
(Ass)
What is this ma'?
How much?
(Aah)
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

People ask me
(What do they ask?)
Why I'm like this
(What's up?)
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
(I liked it)
Since I liked it, got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style
(What?)
While I like they mouth
(What?)
(Alright)
Even gotta couple o' hookers workin' the south
And on the east
(What if?)
My girls the best
(What if girl?)
Yes in Cali' got ten out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps, young Don Bishop
(Don Bishop)
Got life insurance, trick gon' I won't miss ya'
On the sole of my gators
(Gators)
She can kiss the bitch

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass

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The Big Payback - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: The Big Payback
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish Joseff Smith

Lyric:
Aiyyo whassup E double? Yo whassup man?
Yo these crab MC's got us trapped up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out of here and do this, you know what I'm saying?
So whats the magic word?

Open sesame and let down the main gate
Before you screamed EPMD, you shouldn't wait
I roll with a posse, hey you tried to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me

On the sneak tip, without me knowing
So I keep going, and my rhymes keep flowing
On and on, and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it

Step by step, I put an end to your fun
'Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow and I have no pity

To run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a chump

MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not having it, and that means no haps jack
So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack
This is the big payback

Big payback, yo, big payback, yo
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo

As I go and flow, to a different type of tempo
Why MD? Come on E, the P keeps it simple
Plus I'm striking like lightning, throwing blows like Tyson
Slaying MC's on the QT, sorta like a sniper

So if a sucker don't like me, the feeling is mutual
I took my rhyme to a lower RPM, then shift to neutral
Then crack a 40, what kind of old E
To slay an MC how, on the QT

So whats your name boy? Come on, you know its MD
So while I'm wrecking he's checking, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is like stepping
Off from the scenes, I see lights and sirens

Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a fisherman hat

A cop said, "Yo, howd he flee from the spot?"
In a black sports car, I think it was an iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we couldnt get a look
Why? There was smoke from the rubber he cooked the big payback

Big payback, yo, big payback, yo
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo

No rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance story
Just EMPD, the fame and the glory
The rapping technique, something like fencing, dangerous
It keeps you in suspense

And you have to be cool, and plus have stamina
'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbing ya
In your guts, from the razor cuts
And I'ma stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts

It might sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
But don't never ever ever, mess with E double
I'm like Jumping Jack flash, a spy with an eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not the fall guy

I'm just the E, the R I C K, that's all
Did some check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, sweet to be sour
So what you saying E? I got soul power

So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open
'Cause a brother like me, is always scoping
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big payback

Big payback, yo, big payback, yo
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo

If rapping was a tribe ID be the chief commanche
Had fat link, chunky rings, nutting fancy
So saddle up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso

'Cause I'm back from vacation, 'cause suckers kept slipping
Rapping off-beat, plus your tunes wasn't hitting
They wanna claim a style on the M I C
But I can rotate the state, cold ripping shows with E

'Cause whether maxing or relaxing, waxing or taxing
Never step to a show without packing
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wessun
So nothing moves funny, at the rapping session

I'm strictly biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
You sniff blow? Hell no, and still flow and say go
More or less do a show, nah

The only high I get, is when my fans yell hoe
So get the bo-zack, because were back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big payback

Big payback, yo, big payback, yo
Big payback, yo, big payback, yo

Yeah, that's right man, big payback in eighty-nine
You know what I'm saying
EPMDs in effect on the unfinished business tip
[Incomprehensible] and Tony, snapping necks

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
...

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The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh
Some DJ's are even def
But here's a little somethin' about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy

Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up
So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the mixer in the middle

Back and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right then he cuts vice versa

I'm not exaggerating I said it and I meant it
I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, mean wreckin' machine
He gets respected like a king when he's on the scene

So bust a move 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey
Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most
Is 'cause my DJ is the most from coast to coast

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to
I'm talking to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb
He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be saved

Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be told
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is out of control, oh my god

Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god

Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy tell 'em your name

He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people
How many of these DJ's out there can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of them

Now make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirp

Now here's a story that should not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform

His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift
The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that that's right
If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be matched
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch

[Incomprehensible]

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The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Some DJ's are good, some DJ's are fresh
Some DJ's are even def
But here's a little somethin' about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go Jazzy

Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a DJ like Jazzy to back me up
So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the mixer in the middle

Back and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right then he cuts vice versa

I'm not exaggerating I said it and I meant it
I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, mean wreckin' machine
He gets respected like a king when he's on the scene

So bust a move 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey
Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most
Is 'cause my DJ is the most from coast to coast

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm talking to
I'm talking to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will tear your butt limb from limb
He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be saved

Because the DJ cuts the records to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, he's the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be told
That my DJ Jazzy Jeff is out of control, oh my god

Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god

Alright Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy tell 'em your name

He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these people
How many of these DJ's out there can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of them

Now make the record burp
Say excuse me
Now make the record sound like a bird
Now make it chirp

Now here's a story that should not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an Autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began to transform

His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift
The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that that's right
If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be matched
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch

[Incomprehensible]

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Back It Up - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Back It Up
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): David A. Love, Maxwell Dixon, James Mtume

Lyric:
Easy, back it up
Yeah yeah yeah the reel to reel
Easy, back it up
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
Easy, back it up

Kid Capri flippin' shit the way it's 'sposed to be
Easy, back it up
Back it up
And this how we gon' bump this off yo
Back it up, huh, easy back it up"

Hey! Kid Capri, here's the resume for the day
Check the prognosis, here's your daily dosage
Check the 411 on how we flip it
Grab a bag of boom, and a 40, and just sip it
Grand Puba, Kid Capri is on that new shit
In ninety-two aiyyo this is how we flip shit

Don't be alarmed if we start to drop a bomb
Drop a bomb
Drop a bomb like some shit in Vietnam
Prepare yourself, 'cause here we come, if you ready or not
Cold bouncin' in the joint, makin' hotties hot
Grand Puba comes to hit it on the right spot
Kid Capri, cashin' in on the jackpot

So here we go
Flip the show
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Yo, you know how that shit go

Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up

Wow, yeah, check test check
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Dig it y'all
Back it up

First things first, here goes the opposite of worst
Slid out my mother's ass, looked at the nurse, and kicked a verse
This ain't my man Heav's joint, so shit, here's a curse
For those who got stuck, well KCUF means FUCK
That's what I like to do after the Puba makes a buck
For those who say I suck well then step up and push your luck

You're aced out, now your assed-out, I still hit joints
'Til they pass out, at three o'clock I let my MC class out
So keep a clear focus, 'cause I say hocus pocus
That's all I have to say to make the mob swarm like locusts
(Yeah)

Then I climb the bridge, push Uptown to the [unverified]
To the Harlem River Drive to pick up Ali at the Rutgers
Then we chatta-nagga-noogi, to go pick up Stud Doogie
Easy, back it up
Ha hah, so all you Grand Puba wannabees
You better pack it up, easy, back it up

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Now dig it
Here's the kid, never did a bid
Never hit skid, check out the shit I did
Live in the Bronx, born in Brooklyn
Chilled in Manhattan never got my shit tooken

I'm easy on the flex, you know my shit is right
We're goin on a flight, so hold on tight
Kid Capri is on point with my man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style

Always on the move, stack papes by the pile
I'm crazy on the low, but I go places though
I always do a show so you know I got dough
Girls try to sweet talk, but bullshit walk
For those who try to hawk I stab clit like a fork

I'm very intelligent, so don't try to play me
Try to press the issue and I'll bust that ass baby
I'm thick like a shake, very high yella
Describe Kid Capri, Uptown's big fella
So now you know the flavor, and please do me a favor
Stay your ass out my path, 'cause I snap you like a gator, later

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
...

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Blow Me Away (From Halo 2) - Lyrics - So Cold (Dig) - Breaking Benjamin

Title: Blow Me Away (From Halo 2)
Album: So Cold (Dig)
Artist: Breaking Benjamin
Composer(s): Benjamin Burnley, Aaron C Fincke, Jeremy Hummel, Mark James Klepaski

Lyric:
They fall in line, one at a time, ready to play
I can't see them anyway
No time to lose, we've got to move, steady your helm
I am losing sight again

Fire your guns, it's time to run, blow me away
I will stay unless I may
After the fall, we'll shake it off
Show me the way

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

There's nothing left, so save your breath, lying in wait
Caught inside this tidal wave
Your cover's blown, no where to go, holding your fate
Loaded, I will walk alone

Fire your guns, it's time to run, blow me away
I will stay unless I may
After the fall, we'll shake it off
Show me the way

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am a shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

You wanted it bad
Don't fight back now
Here comes
Fight

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am a shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

Save us all

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No Retreat (Kutmasta Kurt Remix) - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: No Retreat (Kutmasta Kurt Remix)
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Todd Ray, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor, L Freese

Lyric:
Till the end of
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No retreat, y'all ready?

Yo, aiyo potent
Straight up with the force to keep fighting
Samson, Atlas, Colossus, Titan
In the dark night the torch steady lightens
I'm strong, cast iron heart of the lion

A mighty foundation to a tower of power
With the energy needed to turn the seed into a flower
Fortified type, sturdy sound constructions
Make rappers duck down
Like I'm Boogie Down Productions

I can tell they're weak, delicate
It ain't hard to sell when I speak
Over rock-hard breaks never riddle little beats
See me on rap city B E T spit graffiti

Present a full section of flavors that's robust
Dilated Peoples my brother we gon' crush
Leave up support, insulate your stage
I got self control but can't hold the rage

Many ya products, gimmicks wit' time limits
I give you what you want plus put my mind in it
Rocka Iriscience trained to go the length
Finding all terrain thin tanked in full strength

No surrender and no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat

Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender and no retreat

Uh, uh, yo, worldwide
From great heights we take Paris by night
And L.A. by day from sonic doodalay espy tight
Twelve hundad tech me sharp cut and free
Detonate the drums heat the plastique

That's a dangerous man
Who can speak with his hands
Watered down lyrics on dirty tracks turned to sand
To sink in better watch the the X that you inkin'

Or on so disrespect and step on my lawn
Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's
Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven
My fam's my strength my pops I got my aim from

[Incomprehensible]
One's for breath, the rest as you feel it
Fuck what you've done you've got skills reveal it
Team with Iriscience pro's with flows
I risk my life on flights for hype shows

Rest assure vaccines are far from cures
And plant some new shit that hit me two weeks into tour
But I'll adapt guaranteed make it through
Evidence, Iriscience and my man Babu, worldwide

Dilated, I told all these corny mothafuckas
What a no retreat sound like, no surrender and no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat

Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender and no retreat

Never givin' up, never givin' in, never holdin' back, never runnin'
No cowardly acts dumpin' no retreat
Constantly moving ahead needs to see the
Psychological diabolical shrimp filleted it eat ya

Now, I hate it 'cuz the flavor is gone cater to those
Lyrics are bomb savor the shows wait for the pro's
Beats made it with flows hated by foe's
Never surrender your soul and rope with the cold

Others are makin' but sadly mistakin' the straight broke
In the end with no cheddar of bacon that's left poked
Pictures afloat over remote notes and potent mic's
Break you up put you in the pipe light you up

To the night, shadows are runnin'
Around peepin' step out of bounds
And watch a nigga get put to sleep
But never recover never surrender
I know you hate it quit us get eliminated
Fuckin' with Dilated

No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
N-n-no surrender and no retreat

It's Dilated People, [Incomprehensible]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, two thousand

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No Retreat - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: No Retreat
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Todd Ray, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor, L Freese

Lyric:
Till the end of
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No retreat, y'all ready?

Yo, aiyo potent
Straight up with the force to keep fighting
Samson, Atlas, Colossus, Titan
In the dark night the torch steady lightens
I'm strong, cast iron heart of the lion

A mighty foundation to a tower of power
With the energy needed to turn the seed into a flower
Fortified type, sturdy sound constructions
Make rappers duck down
Like I'm Boogie Down Productions

I can tell they're weak, delicate
It ain't hard to sell when I speak
Over rock-hard breaks never riddle little beats
See me on rap city B E T spit graffiti

Present a full section of flavors that's robust
Dilated Peoples my brother we gon' crush
Leave up support, insulate your stage
I got self control but can't hold the rage

Many ya products, gimmicks wit' time limits
I give you what you want plus put my mind in it
Rocka Iriscience trained to go the length
Finding all terrain thin tanked in full strength

No surrender and no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat

Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender and no retreat

Uh, uh, yo, worldwide
From great heights we take Paris by night
And L.A. by day from sonic doodalay espy tight
Twelve hundad tech me sharp cut and free
Detonate the drums heat the plastique

That's a dangerous man
Who can speak with his hands
Watered down lyrics on dirty tracks turned to sand
To sink in better watch the the X that you inkin'

Or on so disrespect and step on my lawn
Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's
Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven
My fam's my strength my pops I got my aim from

[Incomprehensible]
One's for breath, the rest as you feel it
Fuck what you've done you've got skills reveal it
Team with Iriscience pro's with flows
I risk my life on flights for hype shows

Rest assure vaccines are far from cures
And plant some new shit that hit me two weeks into tour
But I'll adapt guaranteed make it through
Evidence, Iriscience and my man Babu, worldwide

Dilated, I told all these corny mothafuckas
What a no retreat sound like, no surrender and no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat

Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning, no cheat, no retreat
Stand my ground dig in with both feet
No surrender and no retreat

Never givin' up, never givin' in, never holdin' back, never runnin'
No cowardly acts dumpin' no retreat
Constantly moving ahead needs to see the
Psychological diabolical shrimp filleted it eat ya

Now, I hate it 'cuz the flavor is gone cater to those
Lyrics are bomb savor the shows wait for the pro's
Beats made it with flows hated by foe's
Never surrender your soul and rope with the cold

Others are makin' but sadly mistakin' the straight broke
In the end with no cheddar of bacon that's left poked
Pictures afloat over remote notes and potent mic's
Break you up put you in the pipe light you up

To the night, shadows are runnin'
Around peepin' step out of bounds
And watch a nigga get put to sleep
But never recover never surrender
I know you hate it quit us get eliminated
Fuckin' with Dilated

No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
No surrender and no retreat
N-n-no surrender and no retreat

It's Dilated People, [Incomprehensible]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, two thousand

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A Song For Assata - Lyrics - Common

Title: A Song For Assata
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Burton, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser

Lyric:
In the Spirit of God
In the Spirit of the Ancestors
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur
We make this movement towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah. yo, check it-

There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
To life. She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
'Who shot the trooper?' they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her that's where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes
Your Power and Pride is beautiful
May God bless your Soul

It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
A cell, one cot, no window, facing hell
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes
Your Power and Pride is beautiful
May God bless your Soul

Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
News that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
But she's free with political asylum in Cuba

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah
We're molded from the same mud, Assata
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful
May God bless your Soul
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful
May God bless your Soul
Oooh

Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
Than about what it is, cause I've never been free
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to
Blossom
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are
To be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do

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Why - Lyrics - My Thoughts - Avant

Title: Why
Album: My Thoughts
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Myron Lavell Avant, Steve Huff

Lyric:
I'm sitting here reading the book of life
Constantly asking myself why
Why do babies have to die
And a mother, oh, no gives up a price

Can you see the man on the streets
He doesn't even have enough to eat
Tell me when your walking by
Can you see the tears in his eye
Somebody please tell me why

Why, why does this world seem so cold
Just like a rich man that won't give a pot a gold
Oh no, why before my life comes to an end
Let's try to make amends and let's give it a chance

Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why

Baby don't know her fathers name
The mother's confused just the same
She's saying that it's alright
But she needs a father in her life
Somebody please tell me why

And just like the sand on the beach
And just like the ocean runs so deep
We all must take our part and dig deep in our heart
But I don't know where to start

Someone tell me why
Why does this world seem so cold
Just like a rich man that won't give a pot of gold
Oh no, why before my life comes to an end
Let's try to make amends and let's give it a chance

Oh, tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
I gotta know tell me why

Why do things go the way they do
Everybody, I'm asking you
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around
Things don't have to be this way
Looking for a better day
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around

Why do things go the way they do
Everybody, I'm asking you
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around
Things don't have to be this way
Looking for a better day
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around

Why do things go the way they do
Everybody, I'm asking you
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around
Things don't have to be this way
Looking for a better day
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around

Why do things go the way they do
Everybody, I'm asking you
Can we turn around, turn around, turn around

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