System Of Survival - Lyrics - Earth Wind &Amp; Fire

Title: System Of Survival
Artist: Earth Wind &Amp; Fire
Composer(s): Norbert Pittman, Maurice White

Lyric:
System of survival
System of survival
System of survival

The human race is runnin' over me
I punch a clock at 9 and 5 just tryin' to make a livin'
A plastic face on satellite TV
Says, life is filled with give and take, he's takin' and I'm givin'

So I dance
It's my system of survival
Hey I'm dancin'
System of survival
It's a system of survival, future revival
Greet the new arrival
It's a system of survival, future revival
Greet the new arrival

At times it's the only way
I'm gonna make it through this day

Everybody get up, do your dance
Keep survivin'
Everybody get up, do your dance
Stay alive

System of survival

A city night I walk a street in fear
While politicians brag about a paperwork solution
Another life I shed another tear
I'm waiting for somebody new to lead the revolution

So I dance
It's my system of survival
Hey I'm dancin'
System of survival
It's a system of survival, future revival
Greet the new arrival
It's a system of survival, future revival
Greet the new arrival

Everybody get up, do your dance
Keep survivin'
Everybody get up, do your dance
Stay alive

Oh let's work, oh let's work, hey, hey, oh let's work

System of survival
System of survival
System of survival

SOS, SOS
Send it out, send it out, send it out
Send it out, send it out, send it out
SOS

Survival
Survival
Survival

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(I'Ve Got) Survival Sickness - Lyrics - The International Noise Conspiracy

Title: (I'Ve Got) Survival Sickness
Artist: The International Noise Conspiracy
Composer(s): Dennis Lyxzen, Inge Johnasson, Sara Almgren, Ludvig Dahlberg, Lars Stromberg

Lyric:
Manifest this repression
With smart bombs and easy listening
Rally me up in this non-decision making
I got my mind in for the taking

My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
Do you feel alright?

I've got survival sickness
I've got survival sickness, and yeah
I've got survival sickness
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Entertain me, the plot thickens
Serve me up some of your good living
A grand total of understatement
Show me salvation and I'll hate it

My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
Do you feel alright?

I've got survival sickness
I've got survival sickness, and yeah
I've got survival sickness
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You know how it feels
Not to be wanted down here
You know how it feels
Not to feel at home anywhere

You know how it feels
To live life down on your knees
You know how it feels
To always say, 'Please', yeah

My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
My heart still hurts from last night
Do you feel alright?

I've got survival sickness
I've got survival sickness, and yeah
I've got survival sickness
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I've got survival sickness
I've got survival sickness, and yeah
I've got survival sickness

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Survival - Lyrics - Bedtime Stories - Madonna

Title: Survival
Album: Bedtime Stories
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Dallas L Austin, Madonn

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Lyric:
I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint, it's true
I'm too busy surviving
Whether it's Heaven or Hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So, here's my story
No risk, no glory

A little up and down and all around
It's all about survival

I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint, it's true
I'm too busy surviving
Whether it's Heaven or Hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So, here's my question
Does your criticism have you
Caught up in what you cannot see?
Well, if you give me respect
Then you'll know what to expect

A little up and down and all around
It's all about survival
Up and down and all around
It's all about survival

I'll never be an angel
I'll never be a saint, it's true
I'm too busy surviving
Whether it's Heaven or Hell
I'm gonna be living to tell

So, here's my story
No risk, no glory

A little up and down and all around
It's all about survival
Up and down and all around
It's all about survival

Up and down and all around
It's all about survival
Up and down and all around
It's all about survival

(Up and down and all around)
I'll never be an angel
(Up and down and all around, survival)
(Up and down and all around)
I'll never be a saint, it's true
(Up and down and all around, survival)

(Up and down and all around)
I'll never be an angel
(Up and down and all around, survival)
(Up and down and all around)
I'll never be a saint, it's true
(Up and down and all around, survival)

(Up and down and all around)
I'll never be an angel
(Up and down and all around)

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Always The Same - Lyrics - John Farnham

Title: Always The Same
Artist: John Farnham
Composer(s): John Farnham, Ross Fraser, Stuart Fraser, Jon Stevens

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Lyric:
There's a young girl working the corner
There's an old man lost at sea
They could tell you a million stories
About the wrong side of the street

There's a rich man making money
From a poor man's misery
It's always the same

Always the same, fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday
Don't make tomorrow the same

There's a runaway looking for shelter
An innocent heart that bleeds
There's a blind man playing for pity
Says it's the only way to make ends meet

And he's living of his hard luck story
Says he's a victim of society
It's always the same

Always the same, fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday
Don't make tomorrow the same

The seasons come and go
And all the questions of why
How will we ever know if we never try?

Always the same, fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Whatever we do today
Don't make tomorrow the same

Fight for survival
Forget about yesterday

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Survival - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Survival
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival

Take what you want
Just what you need
For survival, survival

Life's a bitch and then you die
Nothing you can do about it
Anything you steal or buy
You're gonna be leaving here without it

So take what you want
But just what you need
For survival, survival

Take what you want
Just what you need
For survival, survival

Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival, survival, survival

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Survival Hungry - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Survival Hungry
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): George Spivey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

Aye yo, oh baby, what I feel is just the
The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but what the
Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these
Welcome all ya'll to my world series

Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories
I could bust your ass on behalf of all MC's
Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow
The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em, hit'em high, hit'em low

And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often
To illusions of my lyrics givin' you massages in the coffin
The boom shock oh wee horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin' tree
I visualize shit when we in the place to be

Extra strength nigga better's to mind the party
Full fears I just piss off in the place
Make the spot look scarce or pass needles in ya face
Fuck dumb shit straight up
Keep it bouncin' baby make sure you hold your wait up, A hah
Yeah, just watch how the flow will change up for sure
Rippin' until my niggas walk out the door

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

Ya'll, I refuse to lose, look at the news and read the interviews
Flipmode is da squad a unit made of many crews
Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune
Makin' a sacrifice no matter what the shit be costin'

And while you coughin' I be flossin' like a fuckin' dolphin
A lot of bitch rich niggas experience extortion
Since I was born when I perform
I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin' hailstorm

I pull neutral my new flow, put on your funeral home suit
Then executed with a bang shoop
The blow torch has been ignited, those who so excited
I'm about bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited

You soundin' so sloppy
Like a broken muffler draggin' behind an older lobby
Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath
Scientist tried to dissect the way I formulate my craft

Worrying 'bout how I achieve things
And the way I analyze shit and how I percieve things
My style is real like bear skin imported from the Persian
Follow my excurtion all the way till you feelin' the newer vibe version
I complete the after feat destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat
Survival hungry nigga

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

All my niggas dirty, hungry and thirsty
Hit ya like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry

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Survival Of The Fittest (New Version) - Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

Title: Survival Of The Fittest (New Version)
Album: Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed, knowhatI'msayin'?
That old real shit

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You could run, but you can't hide forever
From these, streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look

You shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control

They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rock steady
By the mac one double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit

My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug proof underneath my guess

God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' vodka and milk

I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
(We livin' this 'til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin' countin' my stacks

No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution
Five oh, lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
Niggaz usin' fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces

Illegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'

You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, 'cause hoes like to run game

Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever

Jakes on the blocks we out clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt

My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin' L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the bridge gettin' down it ain't hard to tell, you better realize

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)
(The strong survive)

Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin'? Mobb Deep and all that

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Survival Of The Fittest 2003 - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Survival Of The Fittest 2003
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

Lyric:
And here we go again y'all callin' in reinforcements
The Mobb come through, stop up the shit
P'll come through and shot up your vest
Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh? Nigga I will kill your bitch

Then fuck her and make you watch, we do thangs, like raid spots
Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock
(Here)
Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots

This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party
Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again
Outside we got them boxy trucks
Hoes wanna jump, 'cause of that Benz emblem

The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo
I got her out of her panties and boom boom
And I done left bitches out in the boonies
Frontin' on that pussy, leave bodies wherever, niggaz tryin' to kill me?

Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong

No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef
Talkin' all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast
If your shit ain't clappin' off then you sure to lose
Aiyyo the streets don't give a fuck about you

For you ain't bendin' the rules
Come around lookin icy then you runnin' the jewels
Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate
The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin' his whole face

And scream my name, 'cause it hold weight you cowards are jealous
Glass slipper wearin' niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas
Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella
That can help you protect that ass from gettin' wet

I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet
Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat
Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome
Nigga, now you in the danger zone

Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong

Aiyyo thug life we still livin' it

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Survival Of The Fittest - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Survival Of The Fittest
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
And here we go again y'all callin' in reinforcements
The Mobb come through, stop up the shit
P'll come through and shot up your vest
Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh? Nigga I will kill your bitch

Then fuck her and make you watch, we do thangs, like raid spots
Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock
(Here)
Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots

This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party
Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again
Outside we got them boxy trucks
Hoes wanna jump, 'cause of that Benz emblem

The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo
I got her out of her panties and boom boom
And I done left bitches out in the boonies
Frontin' on that pussy, leave bodies wherever, niggaz tryin' to kill me?

Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong

No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef
Talkin' all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast
If your shit ain't clappin' off then you sure to lose
Aiyyo the streets don't give a fuck about you

For you ain't bendin' the rules
Come around lookin icy then you runnin' the jewels
Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate
The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin' his whole face

And scream my name, 'cause it hold weight you cowards are jealous
Glass slipper wearin' niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas
Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella
That can help you protect that ass from gettin' wet

I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet
Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat
Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome
Nigga, now you in the danger zone

Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong

Aiyyo thug life we still livin' it

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Survival - Lyrics - Octave - Moody Blues

Title: Survival
Album: Octave
Artist: Moody Blues
Composer(s): John Charles Lodge

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Lyric:
Shadows of night falling over my head
People walking
Passing me by
Shadows of dreams falling out of the blue
People talking
What can I do
Where do I go from here
Where do I go from here
I could give you any dream and watch it grow
I could take you for a ride but you would know
I could tell you every answer that I know
It wouldn't be much tho'
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know

But
Survival
Nothing more than survival

Shadows of days hanging endless in time
Slowly fading
Passing us by
Shadows of worlds disappearing from view
People asking
What could we do?
Where do I go from here
Where do I go from here

If I gave you every dream they would grow
If I took you for a ride would you know
If I told you every answer that I know
It wouldn't be much tho'
It wouldn't be anything you didn't know

But survival
In you love, I have all that
I need for
Survival
With your love I have all that
I need for
Survival
With our love we have all that
We need for
Survival

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The Return - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: The Return
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): W Clarke, D Murphy, D Ross, G Dajani, J Gamble, L Dechalus, W Dixon, C Martin, C Reid

Lyric:
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about

Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck
With what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts

Underground so we dig in the dirt
Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems
It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams
Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear

Your body might get left there, you better step to the rear
We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear
You ain't heard us all together in several years
It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes

That lacked substance, we got that in abundance
Pro-black and you know that
We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
Come too far, to ever try and go back

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein'
Our physical being and how we doin' it
It only take one bad nigga to ruin' it, pursuin' it
And actin' like it can't happen put you in the chair

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four hour flow
I run through obstacles, take off my shackles
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
I run with dem and others rock NY in colors

With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym
The great Datty in the C-Town Express
Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at they best

Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you standin' too close
So back up, you should never try to act up
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva line

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off with the plural
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
Unsung hero bring more heat than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach

Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot
Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up
Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield

I need a meal, time to eats with a flow
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinner time's complete
My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about

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All The Things That Go To Make Heaven And Earth - Lyrics - Challengers - New Pornographers

Title: All The Things That Go To Make Heaven And Earth
Album: Challengers
Artist: New Pornographers
Composer(s): Carl Allan Newman

Lyric:
All those things that go to make heaven and this
Where midnight was [Incomprehensible] splashed across the canvas
Midnight, who was a girl
Midnight, who lost control and he found this world

With matter removed of divine dimension
Our time reduced to an honorable mention
This world, which time forgot
This world, it lost control and then saw God

All of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here
All of the things that go to make heaven and earth
Put your new weight in gold and see what it's worth

All of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here
All of the things that go to make heaven and this
Success was survival and kid it still is
Success was survival and kid it still is

Did you think of something He didn't think of?
Crashing into horizons on the brink of success
Success which was survival gone too far

All of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here
All of the things that go to make heaven and earth
Put your new weight in gold and see what it's worth

All of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here
All of the things that go to make heaven and this
Success was survival and kid it still is
Success was survival and kid it still is
Success was survival and kid it still is
Success was survival and kid it still is

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Survival Car - Lyrics - Fountains Of Wayne - Fountains Of Wayne

Title: Survival Car
Album: Fountains Of Wayne
Artist: Fountains Of Wayne
Composer(s): Adam L. Schlesinger, Chris Collingwood

Lyric:
Don't you wanna ride in my
Survival car?
We can take the long way home
Through Central Park

Funny how the ground can find my wheels
I'm going where the road ain't there
And only riding on the path we made
To Union Square

Doing like the young folks do
In west coast towns
Plowing like a banshee through
The overground

Funny how the ground can find my wheels
I'm going where the road won't dare
And only riding on the path we made
To Union Square

Everybody hit the ground
I think I might have missed my calling
Everybody turn around
The light's about to change
You better stand aside
Why you wanna walk?
Don't you want to ride, ride, ride, ride?

Don't you wanna ride in my
Survival car?
We can take the long way home

Funny how the ground can find my wheels
I'm going where the road won't dare
And only riding on the path we made
To Union Square

And only riding on the path we made
Riding on the path we made
Riding on the path we made
To Union Square

Don't you wanna ride in my
Survival car?
We can take the long way home

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Buffalo Soldier - Lyrics - Legend - Bob Marley

Title: Buffalo Soldier
Album: Legend
Artist: Bob Marley
Composer(s): Robert Nesta Marley, Noel J Williams

Lyric:
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

I mean it when I analyze the stench
To me it makes a lot of sense
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Buffalo soldier in the heart of America

If you know your history
Then you would know where you're coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
Who the 'eck do I think I am

I'm just a buffalo soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Buffalo soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh
Said he wanna ran and then you wanna hand
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea

Said he was a buffalo soldier, win the war for America
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy

Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America
Troddin' through Jamaica, a buffalo soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy

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Survival - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Survival
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Ralph J. Rice Jr.

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Lyric:
So you say you a gangsta, right?
Are you really a rider, yeah?
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop

I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill

I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base 'cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me
'Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

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The Screen Behind The Mirror - Lyrics - The Screen Behind The Mirror - Enigma

Title: The Screen Behind The Mirror
Album: The Screen Behind The Mirror
Artist: Enigma
Composer(s): Michael Cretu

Lyric:
Here's the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in

The experience of survival

Look around just people
Can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you
To the limits of your choice

The experience of survival

Try to think about it
That's the chance to live
Your life and discover
Try to think about it

The experience of survival
The experience

The experience of survival
The experience

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Dr Livingstone - Lyrics - Afterglow - Crowded House

Title: Dr Livingstone
Album: Afterglow
Artist: Crowded House
Composer(s): Neil Mullane Finn

Lyric:
Steam ship, sail down the river
Fight the mosquitoes that fly in the swarm
White smoke cover the jungle
See Dr.Livingston land with a thunk

Down where the sad willows gather
Young women weep for their dying babies
I am a white man in Africa
If I were to stay here, there'd be no one to save me

I hear the drums, I know it's urgent
I hear survival in his hands
Switch to record I get the picture
But I will never understand

Mad world, invisible army
Blow up the bridges and come like a storm
Young girl, eyes full of promise
Carry the baby and keeping it warm

Down where the sad willows gather
Young men go down on their knees
I am a white man in Africa
With more than just my God to appease

I hear the drums, I know it's urgent
I hear survival in his hands
Switch to record I get the picture
But I will never understand

How there is love in his face
'Midst of all this waste
In the Mozambique sun
Under the gun

I hear the drums
I hear survival in his hands
I hear the drums
There is a curse upon this land

I hear the drums, I know it's urgent
I hear survival in his hands
Hit record get the picture
I will never understand

Carry the sound and the fury
Left all alone in a war zone
Carry the sound and the fury

Hours later thoughts of my bed
Leave me tired and ready for sleep
So tell me about all the places you go
All the lives that you swallow, the people you keep

Deep in a monastery
That's where I want to be
Wrestle my soul

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Story To Tell - Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Title: Story To Tell
Album: Me Myself & I
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Mohammed Khaled, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Crack

For every shell that fell there's a story to tell
They say you hustle then you goin' to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that He fucks with me

Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm right here, gun in my right palm
Niggas try and trap me and cage me like my san
Oh shit, this mic on? Speakin' my thoughts, nigga
You catch a hundred if you speakin' in court

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Michael just before the verdict
Sweat on my forehead, I'm anxious and nervous
These streets'll eat you if you let 'em, cop'll beat you
You pumpin' Diesel then them jack boys'll beat you

I try and listen more and speak less
'Cause all that 'Barbershop' talk
Could get a nigga put to deep rest
You on the corner and I'm flyin' buy
Some foreign exotic muh'fucker, you know we flyin' buy

Oh you got nine lives? I got a pine box
Might as well hop your ass in it 'cause my iron popped
And I ain't lyin', ask, yeah I'm lyin' hard
Run up on anybody that's supplyin' my block

For every shell that fell there's a story to tell
They say you hustle then you goin' to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that He fucks with me

Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

I know this nigga named Shaheim, an old school cat
Did football numbers and never once rat
Now he back on the block, got him slingin' them packs
And his rep kinda crazy, known for slingin' them Macks

Got a baby with Sandra, he named him K-Sacks
'Cause that's where he did his first bid way back
Now this nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse
Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back

Now with some connects, you could away with that
But he must of fucked wit the wrong Columbian cats
Now these niggaz comin' strapped and they want they money back
And you can't tell the difference 'cause some of them look black

Now Sha on the block thinkin' life's a joke
And his mama just had a dream that he might get smoked
But he don't give a fuck, he been through the best wars
Knife to knife, the yard to the mess halls

And these niggaz here got somethin' else in mind
Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine
Uh huh, you guessed it, just a matter of time
Another soldier down, he got hit with a nine, dang

For every shell that fell there's a story to tell
They say you hustle then you goin' to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that He fucks with me

Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

Nah, I ain't a rapper, motherfuck rap
They snitched on Kim, how lame is that
This game ain't shit but snakes and rats
Fightin' each other for loose change and scraps

My nigga kicked you right on your back when you down
No life preservers, they wanna see you drown
I pull the trigger myself, I don't want no help
Now the only nigga tell on myself is myself

'Money, Power, Respect', you heard 'The LOX'
Half these niggaz in here popped deserve to get robbed
I think we need another fuckin' Biggy and Pac
So you muh'fuckers can have another Million Man March

For every shell that fell there's a story to tell
They say you hustle then you goin' to hell
Nah, I know God love's me
Yeah, I know that He fucks with me

Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in
I call it survival, you call it a sin
Damn, I got a story to tell
Yeah, I got a story to tell

Now that bitch Remy Martin, she down with us
DJ Khaled, he's down with us
Street Runner, yeah, he's down with us
Engineer Drop, yeah, he's down with us

Them niggaz Cool and Dre, they down with us
Tony Sunshine, he's down with us
Macho, you know he's down with us
Sneaker Boy Safe, yeah, he's down with us

Pistol P, he's down with us
Richie Player, yeah, he's down with us
Alpo, you know he's down with us
DJ Surge, you know he's down with us

LV, you know he's down with us
Full Flex and Mickey, they down with us
That boy Trey Carter, he's down with us
Aimee Morris, you know she down with us

Rockwild, you know he's down with us
Them boys Corrupt Money, yeah, they down with us
JB and Young Neach is down with us
Showbiz born Lord, yeah, he down with us

Diggin' in the Crates is down with us
My nigga Opie is down with us
Raul man, you know he's down with us
Percie and TA, they down with us

Tego Calderon, yeah, he's down with us
Willie Evee Queen yeah, they down with us
The whole Puerto Rico is down with us
Santo Domingo is down with us

Cuba, you know they down with us
Latinos worldwide, yeah, they down with us
Hector Lafavre is down with us
Sean Letal you know he's down with us

Pitbull, you know he's down with us
Viva Mexico, yeah, they down with us
The Boogie Down Bronx is down with us
Miami, Dade County, yeah, they down with us
We number one

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Precious Illusions - Lyrics - Under Rug Swept - Alanis Morissette

Title: Precious Illusions
Album: Under Rug Swept
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
You'll rescue me, right?
In the exact same way they never did
I'll be happy, right?
When your healing powers kick in

You'll complete me, right?
Then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy, right?
Only when you realize the gem I am

But this won't work now the way it once did
And I won't keep it up even though I would love to
Once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victim

These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with
Invisible best friends

This ring will help me yet
As will you, knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet
As will these boys gone through like water

But this won't work as well as the way it once did
'Cause I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victim

These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a
Childhood best friend

I've spent so long firmly
Looking outside me
I've spent so much time
Living in survival mode

But this won't work as well as the way it once did
'Cause I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victim

These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with
Invisible best friends

These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a
Childhood best friend

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You'Ll Never Get To Me - Lyrics - Killing Joke

Title: You'Ll Never Get To Me
Artist: Killing Joke
Composer(s): Jaz Coleman, Martin Glover, Walker Gil

Lyric:
Sea of hurt, I feel the waves of pain
And now the tides come in again
Caught in a vicious cycle of despair
Give me the courage to face another day, oh

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with sense of elation

I?ll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with a sense of elation

I sat in silence, I was mourning
I said sorry a thousand times
I cried aloud to God for all my failings
But God seemed deaf as well as blind, oh

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with sense of elation

I?ll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with sense of elation

We drank and smoked and talked until the dawn
We shared our problems and our food
Telling tales of courage and resolution
Through all the hardships we?ve endured, oh

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with sense of elation

I?ll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh
Overcome with sense of elation

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