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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Soften Your Heart - Lyrics - Keith Green

Title: Soften Your Heart
Artist: Keith Green
Composer(s): Melody Green, Keith Gordon Green

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Lyric:
So many times I've tried to tell you
But I don't think you've been listening
There's nothing I wanna try and sell you
'Cause His love is free

You're so proud of saying you're a seeker
But why are you searching in the dark
You won't find a thing
Until you soften your heart

The message is, oh, so very simple
You gotta be like a child to see, yes
'Cause Jesus said let the little children
Come unto me

You try to make things too complicated
But you really don't have to be so smart, no
You don't learn a thing
Until you soften your heart

Well, if this just this once
I could show you, your empty life
I know you would follow him right now
Well I know it sounds
Just too good to be true
But if He lives in you

You'll never die, you'll never die
You'll live forever
You'll never die, you'll never die
Take care of forever now

You tell everyone to keep on smiling
Your outlook on life is so positive, yes
But deep down inside
You're searching for a reason to live

Like everyone else you're scared of dying
But the power of death has been blown apart
And you'll live forever
If you soften your heart

You'll never die, you'll never die
You'll live forever
You'll never die, you'll never die
Take care of forever now

You'll never die, you'll never die
You'll live forever
You'll never die

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Mac And Brad - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Mac And Brad
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Dwight Grant, J Harris

Lyric:
Beanie, what's up, baby?
What's happening?
(Face)
Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby?
We fittin' to get off
Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man?
Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?

What you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I wanna smash it
(Smash)
Back and forth, back and forth
Let's do it, what you wanna hear?
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready?
Yeah, I'm ready

I locks and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stock away
'Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit

Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin' in they denim

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper
Fuck you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper

You heard what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin' me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do

You must of thought that we was friendly
When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's what we after
We want the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on
Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on

So why don't you come out and play?
Make my mother fuckin' day
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin' to hit your stash and leave you rotten

I done bust slugs from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you, dog, how your life can get
And every thing all real fuck what you might can get

'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I need one
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off

You niggas better smartin' up
Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin' dark from

I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I retaliate
I'll make you mother fuckers pay
Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay

You lookin' at a sick bastard
This stick up shit, I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick plastic

I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig, nigga

If your block gettin' money nigga, I want in
Run it in before I run in
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More shells than run and 'em

Actin' bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and Brad?
Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that?

Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired
I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker

Yo, I spit so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat

I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin' for?
God damn, every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas?
Shit, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up niggas

What ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up?
So my raps can start to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at

I told ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in here
God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here

I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' cash to eat with
Punchin' a time clock

In the ghetto makin' small change
Slingin' till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up

Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank 'bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate

This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Under covers pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
Makin' niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Miracle Of The Moment - Lyrics - This Moment - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: Miracle Of The Moment
Album: This Moment
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Matt Bronleewe, Steven Curtis Chapman

Lyric:
It?s time for letting go
All of our if only?s
?Cause we don?t have a time machine

And even if we did
Would we really want to use it?
Would we really want to go change everything?

?Cause we are who and where
And what we are for now
And this is the only moment
We can do anything about

So breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There?s a wonder in the here and now
It?s right there in front of you
I don?t want you to miss the miracle of the moment

There?s only one who knows
What?s really out there waiting
In all the moments yet to be

And all we need to know
Is He?s out there waiting
To Him the future?s history

And He has given us
A treasure called right now
And this is the only moment
We can do anything about

So breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There?s a wonder in the here and now
It?s right there in front of you
I don?t want you to miss the miracle of the moment

And if it brings you tears
Then taste them as they fall
And let them soften your heart

And if it brings you laughter
Then throw your head back
And let it go, let it go, yeah
You gotta let it go
And listen to your heartbeat, yeah

Breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There?s a wonder in the here and now
It?s right there in front of you
I don?t want you to miss the miracle of the moment

Breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There?s a wonder in the here and now
It?s right there in front of you
I don?t want you to miss the miracle of the moment

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Darlin' - Lyrics - Brian Wilson

Title: Darlin'
Artist: Brian Wilson
Composer(s): Brian Wilson, Mike Love

Lyric:
Ohh, [Incomprehensible] darlin'
Ohh, to my darlin' you're so fine
Ohh

Don't know if words can say
But darlin' I'll find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
Guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart
As life's most precious part

Ohh, darlin'
(Ohh, [Incomprehensible] darlin')
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Ohh, to my darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way you soften my life with your love
(Ohh)
Your precious love, uh huh oh

I was living like half a man
Then I couldn't love but now I can
You pick me up when I'm feeling sad
More soul than I ever had
Gonna love you every single night
'Cause I think you're too outta sight

Ohh, darlin'
(Ohh, [Incomprehensible] darlin')
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Ohh, to my darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way you soften my life with your love
(Ohh)
Your precious love, uh huh huh
Woah oh oh oh

Every night, oh darlin'
Every night, oh darlin'

Gonna love you every single night, yes I will
'Cause I think you're too doggone outta sight

Ohh, darlin'
(Ohh, [Incomprehensible] darlin')
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Ohh, to my darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way you soften my life with your love
(Ohh)
Your precious love, uh huh huh
Oh

Every night, ooh darlin'
Keep dreamin' about darlin'
Every night, ooh darlin'

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Darlin' - Lyrics - Collection - Beach Boys

Title: Darlin'
Album: Collection
Artist: Beach Boys
Composer(s): Brian Wilson, Mike Love

Lyric:
Ohh, kee kee, darlin'
Ooh, ooh, my darlin', you're so fine

Don't know if words can say, but darlin', I'll find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
Guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart as life's most precious part

Ohh, darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty girl, babe
I love the way you soften my life with your love
Your precious love

I was feeling like half a man then I couldn't love but now I can
You pick me up when I'm feeling sad
More soul than I ever had
Gonna love you every single night, 'cause I think you're too outta sight

Ohh, ohh, darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty girl, babe
I love the way you soften my life with your love
Your precious love

Every night, whoa
Every night, oh darlin'

Love you every single night, yes I'll do
'Cause I think you're too doggone outta sight, outta sight

Yeah, yeah, darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty girl, babe
I love the way you soften my life with your love
Your precious love

Every night, whoa, I kept thinking about darlin'
Every night, oh darlin'

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Gunz Come Out - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Gunz Come Out
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, 'case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
'Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll

In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out, ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins

Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
It's real killa instinct, kill or be killed

Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
Nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they [unverified] fathom too

Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York
Gangstas who signed [unverified] actually let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga, I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, [unverified] run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head

Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready

No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, [unverified] I will 'comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
Niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

Y'all niggas know
(What, what, y'all niggas know what I'm about)
Y'all niggas know
Find me at my do' when the gunz come out

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Mean Streak - Lyrics - The Road to Here - Little Big Town

Title: Mean Streak
Album: The Road to Here
Artist: Little Big Town
Composer(s): Karen Fairchild Childers, Phillip S Sweet, James Lee Westbrook, Kimberly B Roads, Obed Wayne Kirkpatrick

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Lyric:
What did I do, tell me what did I say?
That kicked up the dirt and brought out this side of you, baby
It's one of those moods, yeah, it's the one of those days
What kind of dark snuck up and took a bite of you, baby

The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse
Maybe, you'd know if you walked in my shoes
Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do

Cold as the concrete, tough as a back street
Like a frat boy at hell week, baby, you got a mean streak

Fire in the hole and a hole in my heart
You're on a roll and I'm takin' cover now, baby
Where does it end and where do I start?
To soften the sting one way or another now, baby

Be good to me, honey, I'm on your side
I'm gonna bend, gonna let a lot slide
But hey, what's the deal with your Jekyll and Hyde?

Rough as a dry creek, sharp as a hawk's beak
Coming fast as a stampede, baby, you got a mean streak

There in your shadows, save room for me

The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse
Maybe, you'd know if you walked in my shoes
Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do

Hard as an oak tree, mad as a queen bee
Hot as Majave, yeah, it burn like a dry heat
Tight as a kite string, bad as a black sheep
Sure as a heart beat, baby, you got a mean streak

There in your shadows, save room for me
There in your shadows, save room for me

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

My Eyes Are Dry - Lyrics - Keith Green

Title: My Eyes Are Dry
Artist: Keith Green
Composer(s): Keith Gordon Green

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Lyric:
My eyes are dry, my faith is old
My heart is hard, my prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to You and dead to me

Oh what can be done for an old heart like mine
Soften it up with oil and wine
The oil is You, Your Spirit of love
Please wash me anew in the wine of Your Blood

My eyes are dry, my faith is old
My heart is hard, my prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to You and dead to me

Oh what can be done for an old heart like mine
Soften it up with oil and wine
The oil is You, Your Spirit of love

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Ya Slippin' - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Ya Slippin'
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker

Lyric:
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what
Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit
About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Given)

Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known as the caution
Do not attempt to dis 'cause you'll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can't match this style or attack this
While I'm telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those who wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you're doomed when you step in the room
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you slip, I'll whip
'Cause homeboy, ya slippin'

(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D
And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you
Sayin?)

I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name K-R-S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin' sex
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But noone's tippin'
My message is simple Ya' slippin

(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top
Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')

E-N-O, S-R-K
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning team
So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off
But you won't even change that to say instead
I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up

Word up
I
Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they
Slippin'
Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what
I'm
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know
What time
It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and
Everytime
He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Four Winds - Lyrics - Four Winds - Bright Eyes

Title: Four Winds
Album: Four Winds
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
With four winds, leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Love - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Love
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Beze, Charles Njapa

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Lyric:
They say the goodness in life
Belongs to those who believe
So, I believe, yes

I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line
I escape when I finish the rhyme
(Aiyyo)

I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line
I escape when I finish the rhyme
(Aiyyo)

My pops said he was in love when he made me
Thought about it for a second, wasn't hard to see
I could hear he was sincere, was a game of promotion
The entire affair's probably charged wit emotion

But love call your heart, I guess you got to pursue
12-11-73 my life is testament
Praise the beneficent, element that rest
Devoid in the form that make love manifest
I spent my early years in Roosevelt Project

It was a bright valley wit some dark prospects
In '83, Venny C was the host wit the most
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close

This is far before the days of high glamor and pose
Aiyyo power from the street light made the place dark
I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about
It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house

Spendin' time, writin' rhymes
Tryin' to find words that describe the vibe, that's inside the space
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face
Is this the pain of too much tenderness
To make me nod my head in reverence

Should I visit this place and remember it?
To build landmarks here as evidence
Night time, spirit shook my temperament
To write rhymes that portray this sentiment

We live the now for the promise of the infinite
We live the now for the promise of the infinite
And we believe in the promise
(Love, love, love)
Yes yes, y'all and we don't stop because

I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line
I escape when I finish the rhyme
(Aiyyo)

I got love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E to MC
Get love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E I MC

Get love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E to MC
Get love, L O V E and I be
The M O S D E F initely

Check it out y'all, feel me out y'all
Feel me out y'all, hear my out y'all
Check me, out y'all
Feel me out y'all, check it out y'all
Now hear out y'all
(Bounce)

Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all
Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all
Feel me out y'all
(Hear me bounce y'all)
Check me out y'all, check it out y'all

My folks said they was in love when they had me
I take they love they made me wit to make rhymes and beats
(Can you feel?)
The raw deal, it's all wheel-driven
Contemplate the essence of beats, rhymes and living

Speech in line wit the rhythm, designed wit the rhythm
Ears and eyes keepin' good time wit the rhythm
I shine wit the rhythm, the Black Star Gallactica
Big number fleetin', we ancient like the Abbacca's

After us, I see most proceed to be trees
Sproutin' leaves, given breeze to the we who believe
I MC, which means I must cultivate the earth
Back straight backs, hard beats and hard work

I be the funky drummer to soften the hard earth
(Amen)
Pray Allah keep my soul and heart clean
(Amen)
Pray the same thing again for all my team

This go out to Fort Greene and on out to Queens
Uptown to Boogie Down, yo just look around
And shook up the world, like Ali in 6-3
(Right)
I'm reachin' the height that you said cannot be

I'm bringin' the light but you said we can't see
Saw the new day commin', and it look just like me
Some burst through the clouds, my photo ID
I bring light to your day and raise yo' degree

The Universal Magnetic, you must respect it
From end to beginning, [unverified] true and livin'
Every changing, it was a state of magnificent
Building it now for the promise of the infinite
Building it now for the promise of the infinite because

I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line
I escape when I finish the rhyme
(Aiyyo)

I got love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E to MC
Get love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E to MC

Get love, L O V E and I be
Love, L O V E to MC
Get love, L O V E and I be
The M O S D E F initely

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Monday, August 2, 2010

One Sweet Love - Lyrics - Little Voice - Sara Bareilles

Title: One Sweet Love
Album: Little Voice
Artist: Sara Bareilles
Composer(s): Sara Bareilles

Lyric:
Just about the time the shadows call
I undress my mind and dare you to follow
Paint a portrait of my mystery
Only close my eyes and you are here with me

A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me 'til they're gone
A heart I'd swear I'd recognize
Is made out of my own devices, could I be wrong?

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Sleepless nights, you creep inside of me
Paint your shadows on the breath that we share
You take more than just my sanity
And take my reason not to care

No ordinary wings I'll need
The sky itself will carry me back to you
The things I dream that I can do
I'd open up the moon for you, just come down soon

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Ready and waiting
For a heart worth the breaking
I'd settle for an honest mistake in
The name of one sweet love

Savor the sorrow to soften the pain
Sip on the southern rain as I do
I don't look, don't touch, don't do anything
But I hope that there is a you

The earth that is the space between
I'd banish it from under me to get to you
Your unexpected love provides
My solitary suicide, oh, I wish I knew

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Ready and waiting
For a heart worth the breaking
Oh, I'd settle for an honest mistake in
The name of one sweet love
One sweet love

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Wicked As It Seems - Lyrics - Main Offender - Keith Richards

Title: Wicked As It Seems
Album: Main Offender
Artist: Keith Richards
Composer(s): Keith Richards, Charlie L Drayton, Steve Jordan

Lyric:
It's just as wicked as it seems
Just run out of dreams
Better of two evils, babe
It's one time too much

Baby, how can I say
What's in my heart, what's in my heart?"
Come a long way, well since you beat it up
(Beat it up, beat it up)

As wicked as it seems, yeah
(Why don`t you get, get all over me?)
(Why don`t you get, get all over me?)

Just a two way street
But now it goes one way
And now for me there's no way out
(No way out)
One time
("Why don't you get, get all over me?")

As wicked as it seems
It's playtime, but it's far too late
It's gonna too hard on
(Hard on, hard on it)

What you gonna give
(It's not enough, not enough for me)
So I soften the blow
So the bruises don't show
I`ve got the expertise

No broken necks
No broken hearts
Well, we used your deck
All I did was play the cards
(And now the check)

Now I find it's not enough
It's not enough for me
Now you want to give
It's not enough
It's not enough for me

As wicked as it seems
Why don't you get, get all over me?
One time
Why don't you get, get all over me?
Why don't you get?

It's easy gettin' in
Why don't you get, get all over me?
But it's a hard way out babe
Why don't you get, get all over me?
Why don't you get, get all over me?
Why don't you get?

Why don't you get, get all over me?
Why don't you get, get all over me?
Why don't you get?

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