Soul Music - Lyrics - White Trash Beautiful - Everlast

Title: Soul Music
Album: White Trash Beautiful
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Emile Haynie, Gilbert Caple, Erik Schrody, Deadric Malone, Joseph Scott

Lyric:
You came into my life
I don't have to wonder no more, I can feel it all in my soul
(It's soul music)
It's deep down in my soul

Feel the burn
I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)

Yo, I first took breath in Hemstead, long Island
Born in American ancestry from Island
You ain't knowin' me, you'd better stop smilin'
Ain't nothin' funny once my dummies start whilin'
You talkin' loud now all of a sudden it's silent
Your premonitions say, "It's about to get violent"
You want permission just to blink your own eyelids
I got my soldiers, everywhere they go, I win

No stick moves, ain't no cap peelin'
Where I come from real men don't catch feelings
We don't rhyme about fake jacks or drug dealin'
The shit I drop will leave all your brains on the ceilin'
Mass appealin', done it since the 80's
Rock rhymes for my dogs, sing songs for my ladies
Spend money like crazy, ain't got no babies
If I don't make it in Heaven, I'll run shit in hades

Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's in my soul)
(Soul music )
And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Soul music)
Tryin' to find an explanation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)

Yo I shit on competition
Spit on percussion
Beats are bone crushin'
One deep I'm bum-rushin'
Guns they get stuck in, someone starts buckin'
The jewels that I'm truckin' got pimps upchuckin'
You can't hold me down
You can't hold my hand
A full grown man with the one God plan

I represent the colors that never run
God bless D.M.C., God bless reverend run
R.I.P. for the J.M.J.
Tell big and Scott Larock that we all say hey
Be like "Tupac" or be like "Kid 'n play"
Do you wanna burn out or just fade away
I can rock the mic with no delay
With my head to the ground every time I pray
You can catch a heart attack or get blown away
'Cause this type of shit happens everyday

Feel the burn
(I can feel it all in my soul)
It's soul music
(It's deep down in my soul)
Feel the burn
(It's in my soul)
It's soul music
(It's deep down in my soul)

Feel the burn
Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's in my soul)
(Soul music)
And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Soul music)
Tryin' to find an explanation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Feel the burn)

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Focus - Lyrics - Double Or Nothing - Erick Sermon

Title: Focus
Album: Double Or Nothing
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Erick Sermon, Denzil Foster

Lyric:
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' I see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
Basic's, quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth don't say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and
I'll spot cha boomkickin yo door like big poppa

Neva understood how he did it, neva, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul

Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and quick u down
Wit tha e-double, what u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble, make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha b bubble
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant

Neva understood, ha, yeah, how he did it, ladies and gentlemen
Yeah,tha bar is now open, how he made this music groove your very soul
Soul, it'z all me, neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low, low, not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough low, most niggaz we know act like a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man
Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, pmd

Neva understood how he did it, dj quick in tha mutha fucken
House, how we made this music groove your very soul, soul, this dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul, you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium, neva understood how he did it, millinium shitt
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he, yo, millinium shitt, did it how we, dj
Mutha fucken quick, made this music groove your very soul, soul
Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on, neva understood how he
Did it, how, keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen, we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

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Music - Lyrics - Erick Sermon

Title: Music
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Nona Gaye, Marvin Iii Gaye, Frank Gaye, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Just like music
There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
Word up
Oh baby
Just like music

To relax my mind, so I can be free
And absorb sound that keep me 'round
Doin' my thang, constantly with no worries
Peace to Keith Murray
Just like music

To keep me flowin' and keep me goin'
And keep me growin', and keep me the E from knowin'
What happens out there is not my concern
You wanna die, it's not my turn
Just like music

To do somethin' to me like jump in the Mercedes
On the highway, doin' over eighty
Without music, baby
I'll go crazy, just like music

Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin' new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin', got me I wish music can adopt me
Just like music

Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music

Put me in the mood with my woman
Got me in the ear, sayin' sweet nothings
Make love come out the mouth, no frontin'
Like all of a sudden
Just like music

Takin' away your worries and cares
Any problems, music will be right there
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin?
Yeah, music

Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul snatcher, universal language
It be the light, so open up
This is it, what the fuck?
Just like music

One fly tune
That have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, parlay all night
It's just the sensation
Just like music

Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music

Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Just like music
Music makes a cloud flow by, baby
Your music is my tears inside my eyes
Just like music

Your music makes me want to sing
Girl, music is a joy to bring
Just like music
Music is my heart and soul
More precious than gold
Turn on some music, I got my music
Happiness for days, justice all the way

Turn on some music, I got my music
I love your music baby, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Just like music
Turn on some music, turn on some music
Just like music

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Light &Amp; Dark - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Light &Amp; Dark
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Ronald Wilson, Khari Dandy, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Brian K. Scott, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Music, music, music
The blowin' of the wind
If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm
The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast
Your whole life is a beat
The cries of a baby
Soothes, the baby sleeps
The mirrors and expressions of your life
Emotion
Life is a song, a beat, a tempo
Christ our Savior, Adrenaline
Adjusted by a situation
Inspiration, that's music
And that's us
Here we go

Ya, that's what I'm talkin' about right there
You just can't get that, nowhere but this
Ya know what I'm sayin', this is classic shit
C'mon

Groove to the bass line, slap that snare drum
It's music to yo' eardrum, snap these back
We ain't goin' nowhere hon', keep on dancin'
From the mud to the mansion, imagine that
Back rubs, get the body oils, pass me that
Hot tubs, sit yo' ass in that
And only music this good, could make 'em act like that
So just do it
This is a classic track
It's like music

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

Aww man, I'm in the zone again, caught up in the whirlwind
And I'm, tryin' to make a decision before the whole damn world ends
When days turn into nights man and burn for twice as long
Cause when my pen brushes the pad with an art form that microphones
And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement
Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin'
The one thing stays basic, nappy roots ain't nothin' to play with
Every move is practicin' patience, perfectly pacin', how to stay blatant
My sole reason for existence is for all my folks to be a witness
To the movement of this music that this group put out for centuries
And has a life of it's own and it
Prob'ly gon' take on some different identities
Now who'd a thought we make it happen with this rappin' in this industry?
Ya

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

Shot up in my bones
Deep in my soul
From head to toe, whoa
Shot up in my bones
Deep in my soul
From head to toe

Lots of songs, lots of sounds
Bookoo fan, lots of towns
Good and bad time, farewells and makin' up
Even feet hurt in the rhythm that run with walkin' off
Fights in the club, lullabies to a newborn
Jazz softly enhances gettin' grooves on
Tears in a funeral, brought on by a sad song
After biggie's, one more chance, who was ugly doin'?
Sade made me wanna do it in the rain
R. Kelly had me rentin' cars to do it in the range
Breathin' is a beat tempo adjusted by adrenaline
Situations, thankin' God for the situation

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

Shot up in my bones
Deep in my soul
From head to toe, whoaaaaa
Shot up in my bones
Deep in my soul
From head to toe

Said it got to be music
Deep in my soul
Got to be music
Said it can't be nothin'
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' else

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Soul Clap - Lyrics - Styles

Title: Soul Clap
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): David Styles, George Brown, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield, Michael A. Gomez

Lyric:
I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday
I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass
That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red

Matter of fact just wanna leave 'cuz the fights is on
I'ma still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
Wit a Corona in my left hand

You try to front I'll coma your best man
I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve
Then I switch it to the trey-duce
In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose

It's like thugs ain't partyin', I smoke 20 dimes
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P tryin' to score for the night
And to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for the night

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

Aiyo, shit is still gravy though
I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio
P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go
Foot Locker 4 for 20's

Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw

All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
I'm trying to talk to a dime
Motherfucker, but I still take my time
Cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers

I got a flow that you hardly hear
And a gun wit a silencer, why? 'Cuz they hardly hear
I got honies flockin' around, smoke in the air
Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's lettin' off the three while loadin' the four
Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
Honey askin' how many blunts I have to roll

I'ma smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
I'm on my tour, shit and I ain't get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
But I'm stacked for the moment, so, I'ma pick pink for the month

If you could take a hint then after this party
if you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that, tell 'em roll back
I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?

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Soul Insurance - Lyrics - Mahogany Soul - Angie Stone

Title: Soul Insurance
Album: Mahogany Soul
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Angie Stone, Eran Tabib

Lyric:
Hey sista, soul sista
Sista, soul sista
Hey sista, soul sista
Sista, soul sista
Hey sista, soul sista
Sista, soul sista

Yo, did you just like, get our partyin'?
Then I might be talkin' about you
And if you're lookin' at your tape deck
Or your CD player like, what is that?
Yeah, possibilty is, it's you
If you actin' nonchalant lookin' out
The window like
You ain't really feelin' this and like
Yeah, it might be you

An' if you sittin' still because you're a little bit nervous
'Cuz you really don't know what I'm getting ready
To come with, it's you
Oh but, ones that are bobbin' their heads up and down
And feelin' this 'cuz, it's all that I represent you, ai'ght?
So we gon' do this

How many y'all don' did it, did it before
Freak somebody's shit knowing that it ain't yours
Now there's a ramification just for that
Bite somebody sug', and they gon' bite you back
You busy smilin', smilin', grinnin' in my face
Whole time tryna take my place
Now this is for the real soul cat, leaders of the pack
Just remember, God got yo' back

See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same boat
Gettin' too heavy and the boat can't float
Here's a little somethin' to make you think
You goin' down if the mother sinks

It's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same boat
It's getting too heavy and the boat can't float
But there's a little somethin' to make you think
You goin' down under if the mother sinks

You know that ya'll oughta quit it, quit it, quit it for sure
Slidin' by on Xerox thinkin' we don't know
That's the luck if the rhythm can't stand in the place
The only thing that's missin' is my face
You got me burnin', yearnin', turnin' in my sleep
'Cuz soul music be who I be
Now this is for the real soul cat, leaders of the pack
Just remember, Stone got yo' back

See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same boat
Getting too heavy and the boat can't float
Here's a little something to make you think
You goin' down if the mother sinks

Soul soul soul insurance
Soul soul soul insurance
Soul soul soul insurance
Soul soul soul insurance

See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same boat
Getting too heavy and the boat can't float
Here's a little something to make you think
You goin' down if the mother sinks

Too many of ya'll, too many of ya'll to come for
Too many of ya'll, too many of ya'll to come for
Too many of ya'll, too many of ya'll to come for
Too many of ya'll, too many of ya'll to come for

Imitating, business dealing, melody tryna find
Some were born to sin, some weren't
But baby, that's okay 'cuz I learned
You really know soul music
You'll be 'round for a while
But if you're takin' lessons from the leader
Baby, kiss yo' ass goodbye

Soul, soul music
This is for the real brothers who
Are called the leaders of the pack
You know who you are, you said it all baby, hey

Big ups to the peeps that kept the wheel turning, yo
To my mellow, Curtis Mayfield
Mr. Marvin Gaye, Mr. Donnie Hathaway, Betty Wright
True pioneers of soul music
And to the new generation of soul
Leaders of the pack
You know who you are
Big ups to you
Keep it goin', goin', goin'

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Let The Music Heal Your Soul - Lyrics - Surfin' USA - Aaron Carter

Title: Let The Music Heal Your Soul
Album: Surfin' USA
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): F Peterson, A Christensen

Lyric:
Oh, if someone writes a song with a simple rhyme
Just a song where his feeling show
And if someone feels the same about the simple song

Oh, sometimes you can hear them sing
Music gives you happiness and sadness
But it also, also heals your soul

Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you the power
To move any mountain

If someone plays piano with same simple chords
So melodic and endearing, too
Oh, if someone plays guitar with the old piano

And maybe you hear them sing
Music gives you happiness and sadness
But it also, also heal your soul

Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you the power
To move any mountain

Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music heal your soul
Oh, yeah

Let the music heal your soul
Let the music take control
Let the music give you the power
To move any mountain

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Mind On Your Music - Lyrics - Slightly Stoopid

Title: Mind On Your Music
Artist: Slightly Stoopid
Composer(s): Oguer Ocon, Miles Doughty, Ryan Moran, Kyle Mcdonald

Lyric:
Keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control

Come on and keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control, come on, say

And here's a story how we started
You know we wasn't really brothers
But we was because we grew up just right

Across the street we causing trouble
But just as much as any other kid
We knew if he was growing up right

But then you know that we would learn what is in store
So when we grabbed a couple guitars and they showed us some chords
So don't you know that music is the way you keeping your all
With six strings from the fact that were ready to roll

So keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control

Come on and keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control, come on

The things that once were lost have seem to find their way
(Like it would know other)
It seems like we've been through this almost every day
(Well, you better discover)

That it moves right through you slowly
It's hard to see what kind of end you'll be holding
Just as long as we do what we know we can do
Well, then we listen what happens to you

So keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control

Come on and keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control, come on and

Keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control

Come on and keep your mind on your music
So that nobody can refuse it
I said a little bit of rhythm and a little of soul
And a reason for the mind control

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I Can Make Music - Lyrics - Everything's Ok - Al Green

Title: I Can Make Music
Album: Everything's Ok
Artist: Al Green
Composer(s): Robert Clayborne, Leroy Jr Hodges, Bobby Manuel, Charles Pitts, Lester A Snell, Steve Potts, Al Green

Lyric:
The first time I kissed your lips, baby
The first time I held you in my arms, hold you, baby
I felt like I could make music, music to dance by
I can make music that won't let you cry

I can make music, music that make you move your feet
I can make music, oh, so complete
I can make music, hey, hey, say you're proud
I can make music, hey, understand

Music you can dance off the wall
Music, all big and small
One more time, now listen here

First time I wanted you, I really wanted you to hold me
Reach out for you sincerely, baby, oh yeah
I felt that I could make music, felt like to me I'll make you shout
I can make music, yeah, hey, what's it all about?

Music dance off the wall
I can make music
Rather neat and small

Hey, music runs right through your soul
Music, music, better take control
Music, music, touch your heart
Music, music, tell me, tell me what's it all about?

Music, I like to eat
I've been given to you pretty good, yeah, oh yeah
I got another music for me, oh yeah
I got another music for you, oh yeah

Sometimes I think I wanna
Sometimes it makes me wanna
My I wanna, music
Anybody hear me feeling music, music

I need somebody here to play a little music
Come on, music, come on, music
Come on everybody now, music
[Incomprehensible], music
Baby, never leave you alone, music

Come on, come on, come on, music
Come on, come on, come on, music
Come on, come on, come on, music

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Music Of My Heart - Lyrics - Nicole C. Mullen

Title: Music Of My Heart
Artist: Nicole C. Mullen
Composer(s): Nicole C. Mullen

Lyric:
I'm not ashamed to tell the whole world, ohh
Without You, I'm nothing at all, all
That I have strings in need of mendin'
I'm out of tune in certain parts

So strong, the chords of mercy
Restore my soul completely
Lay Your hand upon me
And this instrument will breathe

'Cause You're the music of my heart
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The melody within my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The song that holds me in the dark
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

The symphony that calms my fear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The lyric that I long to hear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start, the music of my heart

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Creator of all that is lovely, ohh
Write a tune upon my heart
And when You finish will You play me
Like a beautiful guitar?

Strong, the chords of mercy
Restore my soul completely
Bring life unto me
And this instrument will sing

'Cause You're the music of my heart
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The melody within my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The song that holds me in the dark
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

The symphony that calms my fear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The lyric that I long to hear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start, the music of my

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-heart of my heart)
I'm captivated
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-heart of my heart)
My soul's elated
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-heart of my heart)
Because every single light's full of love divine
Wrap me like a valentine

You're the music of my heart
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The melody within my soul
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The song that holds me in the dark
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now You're the symphony that calms my fear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The lyric that I long to hear
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start, the music of my heart

Yeah, the music of my heart
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-heart of my heart)
The music of my heart
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-heart of my heart)
The music of my heart

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Dynamite Soul - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Dynamite Soul
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Donny Lewis, Lamont J Porter, William E Williams

Lyric:
Soul, dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

In comes the ones from Jerusalem slums
Knockin' bums out for clout, Jersey rules without a doubt
On the real, these are kinda fat for the brothers
From the Wrongside of Da Tracks and it goes like that

Since the beginnin' of time, the Artifacts kick rhymes
Straight tape after demo tape in eighty-eight
It's so dynamite, shit's outta sight
Snatch up a G and demonstrate for the night

Sip on the brew, me and you can do the do
And you know this, flow with this, Polo, you know, kid
Tame, what's the status on the blunt meter, homey?
Yeah, I got three dimes, six Phillies and some Olde E

Yeah G, you know the program, it's so damn ridiculous
Kickin' this mix for all the niggaz and the tricks
El the first half, Tame indeed is on [Incomprehensible]
Word to life he rhyme with spite and so dynamite

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

Yo, this flow goes to all the hoes I ever fucked with
Kids I smoked blunts with, and my ex-girl that sucks dick
Niggaz takin' shorts in weed spots because they know me
And to my moms because she makes good cheese and macaroni

And to the stores that'll sell three Phillies for a dollar
To Afrika Bambaata for makin' me a rap scholar
And MC El for rhymin' with this notty headed lunatic
You always knew we had the crew that had the mad drama kid

Peep it, all my peeps from 12 Block to Broad Street
And back streets in Jersey where the niggaz first heard me
It took a long time comin' with more cuts than Jason
Since the days I had a fade and used to rock in Redman's basement
I do Poetic Justice, like Janet played the role
And now I'm makin' suckers swoll with the dynamite soul

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

Remember them joints, we used to rock at the spot?
When we stepped on stage with fat gear and it was mad hot?
Kids in competition was scared at the sight
Of these mad motherfuckers who rock the mic right

Then we was That's Them, gettin' all the action
Fuckin' niggaz bitches and just leavin' them in traction
Ask who the hell was them niggaz that's rippin' it?
You better get hip, cause Artifacts got the shit

For about four years, people said we couldn't hack it
But the track's got the [Incomprehensible] and rhymes got the knack
See, we'll never fall, we got support from the fam
Jam after jam, here we are but there we stand

It took mad time but here we is, in the music business
Press record when you hear me on kiss
Brothers talk shit but yo, who really cares?
Tame's who all I need 'cuz, the brother's right there
And if you're swoll, say it's all in control
The Artifacts, we got the dynamite soul

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul
Dynamite soul

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Music &Amp; Me - Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Title: Music &Amp; Me
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, D Young, H Hersh

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Lyric:
Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed
I need it homie oh, so fast
That last bag was the best weed I've ever had
Bass so deep, I can't even seem to feel my feet

Girls so fine
I can't help it got to make this one mine
I hit em with my, gangsta leans
They can't separate my music from me

Music and me, music and me, music and me
Music, my music and me

Time does change, but the music it remains the same
I hit 'em with the music from the slave
Oh, my goodness, what my ancestors gave
I don't want to think I don't know
They thought me how to reach deep down and touch the soul

Without my music, where would I be?
You thought me how to cry and still remain a G
You keep a lot of soldiers at ease
And together the next next level proceed
My music and me

Music and me, music and me, music and me
Music and me music, my music and me

Music and me, go together perfect harmony, soft at mellow
Oh, so hearted to make your sweet kiss explode
Stay with me, and together we will live out this dream
My music and me

Music and me, music and me, music and me
Music and me, my music and me
Music and me, music and me, music and me
Music and me, my music and me

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Music - Lyrics - A Change Is Gonna Come - Leela James

Title: Music
Album: A Change Is Gonna Come
Artist: Leela James
Composer(s): Jr., Bobby Ross Avila, Louis E. Iii Brown, Leela James, Issiah Avila, Scott Steven Parker

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Lyric:
Somebody play on the guitar strings
Makes me think of my favorite songs
Reminds me of when I heard Aretha sing
Gladys, Tina and Chaka Khan
Can't go back to yesterday
But can we just put the thongs away

And fall back in love with music
Nothin' but the music, oh
Everybody knows that Marvin's gone
Still I gotta tell you what's going on
Said the music gone

Where'd the soul go?
It's all about the video
We don't sing no more
Where's the music gone?

Where'd the music go?
It's all just for the dough
It ain't soul no more
Where's the music gone?

Still hear Donny playin' them keys
Singin' one day we'll all be free
Can't even turn on my radio
Somebody hollerin' ?bout a bitch or a ho

Right now I'm missing music
Black folks count on music

Where'd the soul go?
It's all about the video
We don't sing no more
Where's the music gone?

Where'd the music go?
It's all just for the dough
It ain't soul no more
Where's the music gone?

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Give The Music Back - Lyrics - Hooters

Title: Give The Music Back
Artist: Hooters
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rob Hyman

Lyric:
They took the beat away, replaced it with machines
They took the words away and threw 'em on a screen
They turned the switches on and handed us the phones
They blasted out our ears with endless monotones

Can you feel it, can you feel it
From a million miles away?
Can you hear it, can you hear it
Gettin' louder every day?

Give the music back, give the music back
Give the music back before it's gone
Give the music back, give the music back
Put the music back into the song

They drove the blues away and banished Rock 'n' Roll
They cut away the heart and sacrificed the soul
They closed the disco's down and shut off MTV
They locked the music up and threw away the key

Can you feel it, can you feel it
From a million miles away?
Can you hear it, can you hear it
Gettin' louder every day?

Give the music back, give the music back
Give the music back before it's gone
Give the music back, give the music back
Put the music back into the song

And now a silence fills the rooms where once we sang
And all is quiet where the chimes of freedom rang
Somewhere a pirate ship is crashing through the waves
Sending a signal out, a ballad to the brave

Give the music back, give the music back
Give the music back before it's gone
Give the music back, give the music back
Put the music back where it belongs

Give the music back
(Oh, give it back)
Give the music back
(Oh, give it back)
Give the music back before it's gone

Give the music back, give the music back
Put the music back into the song
Before it's gone

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Rock N Roll - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Rock N Roll
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Smith, Lester Fernandez

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Lyric:
Make me wanna holla, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll

My grand momma was raised on a reservation
My great grandmomma was from a plantation
They sang songs for inspiration
They sang songs for relaxation
They sang songs to take their minds up off that
Fucked up situation

I am, yes I am the descendant, yes
Of those folks whose backs got broke
Who fell down inside the gun smoke

Black people, chains on they ankles and feet
I am descendants of the builders of your street
Black people, tenders to your cotton money
I am Hip-Hop

It's heavy metal for the black people
I am, rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock n' roll, been here forever
They just ain't let you know

I said, Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Chuck Berry is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that style on they own

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul, hell no
Little Richard is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that shit on they own

Guess that's just the way shit goes
You steal my clothes and try to say they yo's, yes they do
'Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Tryin' to take everything that you made or control, there they go

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't the first place the credit belongs

Say whoa, oh don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh Jimi Hendrix say oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh Albert King and oh wee oh
And Motown

I ain't tryin' to diss, but I don't be tryin' to fuck with Limp Bizkit
The fuck is on your mind, when I get down in my zone
I be rockin' Bad Brains and Fishbone
I ain't tryin' to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm tryin' to move

I don't turn on Korn to get it on
I be playin' Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond, sittin' up on my front lawn
Got the volume turned to ten
Playin' Albert King the best again, black

When the mornin' in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some rock and roll
Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

I say, James Brown got plenty of soul
James Brown like to rock and roll
He can do all the shit fo' sho'
That Elvis Presley could never know, black people

Said, Kenny G ain't got no soul
John Coltrane is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

Say whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, oh, oh, alert the squad

Who am I? Get your punk ass up
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But everything they did they stole

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But we send they punk ass home

Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll

Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I?

Say, rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll

Get your punk ass up, company, move
For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit, Chicago
Bed-Stuy, Flatbush, Brownsville

East New York, Newark, New Jersey
Illadelphia, Cincinatti, Atlanta, the Dirty South
All towns, get your punk ass up
Rock and roll for the black people, hi ma

{Well, that was just wonderful}

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All You Got - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: All You Got
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): Stephen Marley, Ziggy Marley

Lyric:
We love reggae music, all you got
We love happiness, all you got
Peace not war, all you got
Let's make some joy, right now

Well easy, well hard
Can't sit and reason with hypocrites
Just teasing, that's all
Can't sit and eat with hypocrites

We love reggae music, all you got
We love happiness, all you got
Peace not war, no war
Let's make, I wanna make some joy, yeah

What burden, what tasks
Can't be dealt with by diplomats?
And which pardon should we ask
Can't be given by aristocrats

We love reggae music, all you got
Yes we love happiness, all you got
Peace not war, no war
Let's make some joy in a dub wise

Dem dub wise, dem dub dance
Can't be done by stiff necks
Now let's dance and you take a chance
But you can't complete with roots man

We love reggae music, all you got, all you got
Happiness, say treat me
Peace not war, no war
Let's make, we wanna make some joy, let's do it

Well, well, well, well, well

Well easy, well hard
Can't sit and reason with hypocrites
They are just teasing, brother, that's all
Can't sit and eat with hypocrites

We love reggae music, all you got
We love happiness, yes I'll do my best
Peace not war, no war, no war
Let's just make some joy, choose it, hey

Heavy music, heavy music, heavy music
The music of the bird, the music of the sea
The music which is to be, reggae music, R&B, I like soul, rock and roll
This music, reggae music, reggae music
All music, all music, universal language, it's music
Music, music, music, music, music, I love music, I love music

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Lo - I Am Selling Soul - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - I Am Selling Soul
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
I am the music
I've yet to define myself as just, one thing
Let's just say that

I am the actual and factual supernatural sight and surrounds
Signification of conversation
Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncopation
The reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm
I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now

I am the purpose, the point, the living proof of a God somewhere
The lifeline, lifelike lazer beam, the progression and direction
Always will be always was what all comes from and all must return
The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul

Music of your mind, each feeling causing each function
To be in conjunction with the music, I am the music

I am the music

Let's get started shall we? 'Cause you know it's time gone
Every time these n****z rhyme wrong
So uhh, lights, camera, action I'm on
I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown

I'm selling soul, rapping and singing, and screaming, and yelling soul
Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging and e-mailing soul
With no rehearsal, this one verse'll whole hearse you
Now a commercial but what I must first do

Is make my presentation a bit more personal
Everything must go for a small price you can have the heart of me
There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity
My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony

And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be
I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy
And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days
And I just tell 'em, "Possibly", if you let me

I'll end up being everything probably and obviously
It's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me
But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner
You just can't go and be ordained over dinner

Now I can interest an intellectual or A B C it for a beginner
But yes my seasons still change and it is almost winter
And it give it to you at God-speed but yet it's gentle
And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals

Or even black and white, my lyric is live and living color
My flow if fluorescent like scripture highlighted in bright yellow
And all this for 999, s*** that's wonderful
And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable

But there's always something rewarding about every Cee-Lo Green Recording 'cause even after all your expenses
People still aspire affording
It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me
But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy

But when the dat play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne
It's kinda sad but it's show time, my sentiment exactly
So don't get mad, everybody's doing it, you know you wouldn't mind
A commercial with your own tennis shoe in it

Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme or playing a role
Like it or not we're selling soul

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I Luv Rap Music - Lyrics - Nu Thang - Dc Talk

Title: I Luv Rap Music
Album: Nu Thang
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Kevin Max Smith, Jacki Gore, Toby Mc Keehan, Michael Tait

Lyric:
Some people out there givin' rap a bad name
Well I'm here to let you know, we ain't down with that

Come on
(Rap music)
The sound of the times, ya sorta talk lyrics to rhythm
And rhyme and then deliver in various ways
You know, some sorta preach, and some sorta play

Nevertheless, there's a common ground
(Word)
Ya know the def hip hop sound
Hyped up bass with a tiny snare
The subwoofer makes ya neighbor stare, but still

I luv rap music, I always have and I always will

Now rap started as the voice of the street
A sorta politics to a ghetto beat
Then rappers started braggin' all about their gold
And the girlies, and the beepers
And the big, black Oldsmobile

In '83, the beatbox hit
Makin' funky drum sounds from out ya lips
But takin' on nu forms, rap has moved from the block
Now some mix it with soul and some mix it with rock, ya know

I luv rap music, I always have and I always will
There ain't no other kinda music in all the world
That makes me feel quite as chill

I luv rap music, ya know, it's sittin' on the top of my list
So if ya wanna hang with me, just better believe
We'll be jammin' to a hip hop mix

Concert time in my part of the town
Ya know, I brought my mom 'cause I knew she was down
She was flat groovin', but couldn't understand
How they makin' music when there ain't no band

And then she cried, "James," everybody stared
She heard a James Brown sample and thought he was there
She got home, shook her head and said
"Kids these years"
But then again, we think the Beatles were weird

I luv rap music, I luv rap music
I luv rap music, I always have and I always will
There ain't no other kinda music in all the world
That makes me feel quite as chill

I luv rap music, ya know, it's sittin' on the top of my list
(Ya know I luv it)
So if ya wanna hang with me, just better believe
We'll be jammin' to a hip hop mix

[Incomprehensible]
Today some rappers boast, some are makin' me ill
And those obscene lyrics are overkill
But I started MC in' way back in the day
And since then there's been a serious change

Ya know, I asked Christ to come into my heart
And He gave me a brand new start
And on top a dat, He cold gave me my dreams
Doin' hip hop music with a Christian theme, ya know

I luv rap music, I always have and I always will
(Always will)
There ain't no other kinda music in all the world
(No no)
That makes me feel quite as chill
(Makes me feel chill)

I luv rap music, ya know, it's sittin' on the top of my list
(Ya know it's sittin' on, sittin' on, sittin' on)
So if ya wanna hang with me, just better believe
We'll be jammin' to a hip hop mix
(We'll be jammin, jammin)

I luv rap music
(Hip-hop music)
I luv rap music
I luv rap music
(Always luv)
I luv rap music
(Hip-hop music)

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If You Only Knew - Lyrics - Power In Numbers - Jurassic 5

Title: If You Only Knew
Album: Power In Numbers
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Dante Lamar Givens, Courtenay D Henderson, Lucas Christia Macfadden, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L Stewart, Marc Stuart

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Lyric:
Never think just for shits and giggles
Do we spit syllable riddles for bits and kibbles
So chicks can wiggles and shake 'cause this image is fake
I'm tryin hard to relate in a place filled with so much hate

Some brothers debate, some love or some hate
Whatever the case, it's all about the choices you make
That's the reason your balloon'll deflate, but to relate
We tryin' to take rap back to it's primitive state, wait

No overnight success or runnin' with vets
Just pure, unadulterated work progress
I'm willin' to bet the farm, you'd give your right arm
For a piece of the pie ask yourself, "Why?"

If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to

I ams what I am and that's all I can be
Uh, no more, no less, what you're seein' is me
Akil, the MC W-I-S-E, uh, wise, intelligent, God did bless me
Yes, we rock up off the S-B freshly
Especially dangerous rough and deadly
The pimp positioner, tip the Richter Scale
Alone we sink together we sail and prevail

The rum raisin', comin' through guns blazin'
Some of you duns runnin' ones with none savin'
Complainin', me and my clan are unscathin'
From the soul comes somethin' amazin'

If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to

Yo, how many times I got to hear some fanatic in my ear
Tellin' me I got to keep it real when they ain't payin' my bills
Or feedin' my kids, judgin' me on how I live
If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?

Have you forgotten who you are, oh, you think you a star
Why you frontin', you ain't nothin', you went from nothin' to somethin'
But somethin' means nothin' if ya people still wantin'
And ya got money and givin' them nothin', flossin' and frontin'

Ya game of charades, the way you behave
The image you save, yeah, brother, that's one big parade
I'm sick of your ways, I'm sittin here spittin a phrase
Next time they smile and they wave, will probably be with a gaze

If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to, soul, soul, soul, soul

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