Polar Nights (Live From The Tokyo Tapes) - Lyrics - Taken by Force - The Scorpions

Title: Polar Nights (Live From The Tokyo Tapes)
Album: Taken by Force
Artist: The Scorpions
Composer(s): U Roth

Lyric:
Down, down
That's bringing me down
Stars in the sky
Seem to fall to the ground

Time, time
I'm chasing the time
Stars in the sky
Seem to be turning round

Is that the wind in your eyes
That is soothing my mind, mind?
Is that the night of your eyes
That is soothing my mind?

Round, round
My mind's whirling round
The moon's in the sky
Seem to burn on the ground

Gone, gone
My nightmares are gone
The moons in the sky
Seem to eat up the sun

Is that the wind in your eyes
That is soothing my mind, mind?
Is that the night of your eyes
That is soothing my mind?
Back from polar nights

I was down
I was out
Nights at the pole've been
So cold without you

I was down
I was out
Pole star was bringing me
Back home to you

Is that the wind in your eyes
That is soothing my mind, mind?
Is that the night of your eyes
That is soothing my mind?

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Elimination Process - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Elimination Process
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): David Collins, D. Purkiss, Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton

Lyric:
Ghettos are becomin' lost
Shorties is outta they minds
If not for the courage of a chosen few
They stay dumb deaf and blind

Yo, caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is vacant
Losses are taken, mind states are shaken
Until our forces awaken

Caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is vacant
Losses are taken, mind states are shaken
Till our forces awaken

General Grym, what's the pressure principle
Attack the enemies at every interval
And keep our casualties at a minimal
Camouflaged down now I launch my offensive

To arm leg-a leg the defenseless
'Cause criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is

Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all this shit

Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin' frequencies
Speakin' about operatin' frequently
With keys from Colombians and Dominicans
You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians

Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights
Attackin' each other then carjackin' at stop lights
Fuck all you cold blooded race killers
That's proud to be blood spiller of ebony pillars

Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed
Foes better check they approach me the first G
R-Y-M, you know the name

I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein
Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft
It's time to start knockin' you fake niggas off
What

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Feeler of the grace as your body tone get laced
You and I must verse to coincide our universe
Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks
No handout, I chop your fuckin' hand off from the wrist

I detect the vibes weak brothers try to hide
Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide
I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us
Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus

The all natural cosmetic, supernatural genetic
My genes, by all means, they back pass synthetics
Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes
Sexist directors, cross dress infectors

Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked
The devil's technician, the division
And smash into grains of sand
From the hourglass

And you have been warned mental gun shooter
Celestial soldier from the future
The tribe of Judah twelve tribe saluter
Marchin' with an army of extra terrestrial beings

Descended from celestial peons been fightin' the holy war for eons
Wise words that guided missiles, Ya cub's blade of steel
Gods use mental pistols and Ezekiel's wheel
The apocalypse, convertin' this metropolis

To an acropolis, twelve Armageddon necropolis
No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin' for 'em
A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads
It's your last supper, feast on this unleavened bread

I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser
Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake
Unseen rancid ya faced traitors face elimination
And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath

I laughed and blast have mad people's units
Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my blueprints
Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth
Yappin' force action they gat clappin' guns and beer

Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up
To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hell up
I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop
These bitch teen seated up black devil vessiles

I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre
Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over
With this elimination process
You pathetic brainwashed niggas don't test the niggas

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

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Set Me Free - Lyrics - Crusader - Saxon

Title: Set Me Free
Album: Crusader
Artist: Saxon
Composer(s): Andrew Scott

Lyric:
Gagged, balled and chained
Feels just the same
Hands on the wall
Maybe you're just playin' games
Set me free

Mauled by a hound
Hangin' around
Is this for real
I don't know when I'll be found
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you

Taken by force
By you of course
Far from my bed
I know I'd rather be dead
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you

Fire in my brain
Burn me insane
Making your mark
Don't leave me here in the dark
Set me free

Call me a saint
That's what I ain't
Inside my head
Maybe I'd feel better dead
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you
Set me free

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Set Me Free - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Set Me Free
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Andrew Scott

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Lyric:
Gagged, ball and chained
Feel just the same
Heads on the wall
Maybe you're just playing games
Set me free

Mauled by a hound
Hangin' around
Is this for real?
I don't know when I'll be found
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you

Taken by force
By you of course
Far from my bed
I know I'd rather be dead
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you

Fire in my brain
Burn me insane
Making your mark
Don't leave me here in the dark
Set me free

Call me a saint
That's what I ain't
Inside my head
Maybe I'll feel better dead
Set me free

Set me free
Set me free from you

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N-Bone - Crazy By The Flesh - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - Crazy By The Flesh
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): David Weldon, Stanley Howse

Lyric:
Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
Deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they
(Gonna fight)

And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home
It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know
Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown
Contend with the fifth dog
Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E

Get took to the streets and the thugsta down on the St. Clair
Hit up ya S C T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's
Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum
Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days

How we used to roll bankroll fold
Nigga makin' his money, daily double
It's the reason why you're countin' stacks

If a psycho [unverified], gonna break lose
Nigga test and come rippin' through the tracks
They packin' a gat and you're not just in case of a jack
If you didn't you done, snatched

In a little while no daylight, won't be fun
No wonder if you slippin', you hung
Some run, tryin' to get away
Say can't escape from a thugsta trailer
So many victims, had to leave 'em, for yellin'
(Smellin')

I kill 'em and hop in the smug
Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve
Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up
Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation
Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Hold still, bitch, if you slippin'
You bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin'
Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin'
Drop the money, jewels, keys [unverified] please

Be and you all tossed in a coffin
Takin' a loss and I'm the [unverified] me often
Never needin' more time, wastin'
Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man

Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us
Down up for my thang, insane through the Flesh reign
And niggas ain't up on my level
Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave
Gravedigger be snatch my shovel and all the dirt, it ain't no worse

And I curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt
Niggas comin' gunnin', [unverified] bullets all
To spit your shit, quick, your slain
Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits

We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time
Some nigga want to get his contract expired
Never get tried of buckin', niggas keep on testin'
They killed and really makin' my day
Clench with an A.K., baby, don't play
Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away

He tried to fade me, that niggas No.1 flip artist,
One of the hardest thugs in the land
Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it
And I'm a finish any problem, solve it
If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of
And I know that you're scared
That my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, 'round

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Better clear up the way up, my warpath
Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war
So they labeled me 5150 , you wanna fuck with me?
Better pray to my Lord, I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch

Not one of my enemies gonna survive
Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction
Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin' my time
Lookin' 'til I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight

Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound
Never no light in sight, get 'em up and lie down
Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers
Then I'm a take 'em into the darkness
[Unverified], leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless

It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it
We are Mo Thugs, packin' two glocks for the war
And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers
No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin'

Study, then bite our style, always down with the army
We stand alone, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony takin' muthafuckas out
When they get too foul in the mouth
Check many niggas with a slug in they chest
The they lay in a puddle of blood
When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh

Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their dome
Gotta get 'em dead for sure
So don't try to play when the people get slayed away
Eternally Flesh here to let ya'll know

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

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Jump In The Fire - Lyrics - Kill 'Em All - Metallica

Title: Jump In The Fire
Album: Kill 'Em All
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): James Alan Hetfield, Dave Mustaine, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Down in the depths of my fiery home
Summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
Join our sinful kind

There's a job to be done and I'm the one
People make me do it
Now it's time for your fate
And I won't hesitate
To pull you down into this pit

So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire

With Hell in my eyes
And with death in my veins
The end is closing in
Feeding on the minds of man
And from their souls within

My disciples all shout to search you out
They always shall obey
Follow me now my child
Not the meek or the mild
Do just as I say

So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire

Jump by your will or be taken by force
I'll get you either way
Trying to keep the hellfire lit
I'm stalking you as prey

Living your life as me, I am you, you see
There is part of me in everyone
So reach down, grab my hand
Walk with me through the land
Come home where you belong

So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire

So come on
Jump in the fire
So come on
Jump in the fire

C'mon, jump baby, now

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Thunder Lightning - Lyrics - Defari

Title: Thunder Lightning
Artist: Defari
Composer(s): Duane A Jr Johnson, Alvin Joiner, Michael Taylor Perretta

Lyric:
Not havin' it, my lightning, my thunder
It does not end
Not havin' it, my lightning my thunder
Not hav

Xzibit, Defari
(Lightning, come on)
Not havin' it
My lightning, my thunder
Not havin' it, my lightning my thunder

Look what the wind blew in, a wild west storm
In the form of thunder and lightning
Xzibit be the thunder, Defari be the lightning
Crack a shark's teeth when he be bitin'

These fakers can't stand it to sell they bandit
Wit silver-tipped lyrics, I shoot across the holy planet
Your favorite's Janet, I'm bangin' hits that's hard like granite
Surprisin' these critics 'cuz that's the way I planned it

Your brain I scanned it and analyzed your weakness
You're not creative, niggas like you we call leeches
(Say what)
(That brother teaches, yep)
Don't make no big deal of it, I just knows, I don't half-step

The after high noon Moonshine saloon
That's where you find a table reserved for X and Herut
From Alaska to the Mellanys
Don't give a fuck where you look, they feelin' Likwit emcees

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

Y'all niggas speakin' out of anger and ignorance
But Xzibit got the diligence
Defari sparkin' joints in the ligiments
Kill-afornia B-boys who search and destroy missions

Bring the heat to raise the temperature in Hell's Kitchen
Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin', listen
Shot caller from a whole new position, relieve the tension
Break bread wit' my brothers

All the bitches we fuck be hangin' out wit' one another
And associate my good times wit' Hennesy straight
Can you relate or is your heart filled wit' hate?
We makin' history, get your cameras and roll the tape
Document the moves y'all niggas refuse to make

How many fools do it take for me to shut down
To realize Likwit niggas ain't fuckin' around
Feel the shakin' underground sound will never provoke
We automatically swing hard and aim for the throat, mothafuckers

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

The ice age couldn't stop me from writin' a page
Of lyrical rage to be taken out on stage
Then my frustrations slice emcees wit vocal blades
No dough, no show, no doubt gots to get paid

You listen to the horses
It make these wack emcees wanna quit and go take college courses
And get a higher sense of learning
Clappin' off vermin', bust his spine and be the iodine that's burnin'

Put your gun down, boy, you get beat like your father did
Debo style, snap your limbs like a crocodile
Nasty, wicked and wild and ready for the confrontation
You tryin' to deliver but runnin' into complications

Of course, the work horse, the main source
Either come in quietly or be taken by force
40 dayz and 40 nightz brought the thunder and lightning
Let's both burn sudden and have a clash of the Titans

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning
Not havin' it
Xzibit's da thunder, Defari's da lightning

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What You Want - Lyrics - Caedmons Call

Title: What You Want
Artist: Caedmons Call
Composer(s): Derek Walsh Webb

Lyric:
You're softer than a cannon blast
But your effects much longer last
And I want you just like a hole in my head
But I need you like a meal and a bed

And you say, "Come on, I'm not what you're after"
But I know you're not just anyone, anyone

'Cause I'm not what you want
No, I'm not anyone
But if you needed me
Then I could be someone

And you're an army in a horse
And you have taken me by force
And all the freedom in this world could not resist
The sweet temptation of your sweet elusiveness

So I say, "Come on" as the gate swings open
'Cause I know you're not just anyone, anyone

And I'm not what you want
No, I'm not anyone
And if you needed me
Then I could be someone

And the lies always cheaper than the truth
But the lies all I've ever known of you
Maybe none of this is true

'Cause I'm not what you want
No, I'm not anyone
But if you needed me
Then I could be someone

'Cause I'm not what you want
No, I'm not anyone
But if you needed me
Then I could be someone

And I'm not what you want
No, I'm not anyone

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Innosense - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Innosense
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
I'm taken away by the sound of your voice
Like a snake to a charmer irresistible force
You turn me into a dog on a leash
And I'm trapped in this world alone

I've waited so long to get away
Time passes and all I want is to be

Held by you to touch you
I always seem to taste you
But you're gone and I stay
It's all the reasons I try

To cling to, to hate you
I'm always brought down by you
It's a shame, turn away
Now my grief's in today

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In The Name Of Gore - Lyrics - Exhumed

Title: In The Name Of Gore
Artist: Exhumed
Composer(s): Matthew David Harvey

Lyric:
Extrapolating from the abhorrent
We disinter a sordid truth
Heinously plundering death's depths
Like a bumbling violent sleuth

Tearing through the layers of decay
With vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter
Which we bring forth to mourn

Carnage canonized
We let death reign unfettered
Derangement eulogized
To the last bloody letter
No one can do it better

In grisly detail we play out or own
Death scenes' coup de grace
With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain
That decorum would draw

Retrograding your morality in our sick
Dead world, it had no place
Desecrating your sense of dignity
But of course in the end, it's all a matter of distaste

Your values mollified, severed by clean
Precise cuts, each to the last
Your senses vilified, taste and tolerance
Are now taken to task

In the name of gore
We'll set right this bloody score
The grave can't hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum doors

Even sicker than before
We enjoy this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly horror
The face of death that you deplore

Rotting through the core
This slaughterous carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we adore
As we drain another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the fore
As the vomit stains on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of gore

Stopping at nothing to indulge
An off-color sense of tumor
We regurgitate force-fed atrocities
Straight onto a silver platter

Serving up ghastly repast
Hard to swallow without black humor
With tongue in cheek
We gorge on the matter of splatter

Leaving no headstone unturned
And no grave site unmarred
Our wayward journey six feet
Straight down we undertake

Dark horses tread swiftly
Through this unhallowed dance macabre
Somnambulating through
Our own nightmares while fully awake

Never letting sleeping cadavers lie
We wring out their sickening stories
Though lending a near and a voice
To the dead would make some wince

No detail is omitted
No matter how repulsive, vile or gory
We won't recant our morbid epithets
Flesh, not words, is what we mince

Decay by any other name
Would reek and fester just the same
We delight in beating a dead corpse
In its own malignant game

Slicing off another cutting remark
That could shear off protruding bones
Our barbs are quite malicious
And our verbal daggers sharply honed

Decay consecrated
Wallowing in our own pathological waste
Reality regurgitated
And smear right back in your fucking face

In the name of gore
We'll set right this bloody score
The grave can't hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum doors

Even sicker than before
We enjoy this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly horror
The face of death that you deplore

Rotting through the core
This slaughterous carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we adore
As we drain another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the fore
As the vomit stains on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of gore

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To The Right - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: To The Right
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus

Lyric:
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right
Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Now Rule Mob, check it out

Well honey here's a Hickie, Puba's not a quickie
When it comes to skins, goddamn I'm picky
Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?
And if she's less than dope I hope the Limo's got tints

Now honey, you see this may sound profound
But let me love you down and if I'm uptown I'm back downtown
All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns
You see doo-doo M C's, really think they can outlast, I smell gas

As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty
The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty
Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger
For those who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger

Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be Goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin'
For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin'
'Cause Puba's shit is on stock Ock

I shape the wig like a woodblock
I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia

But hang on for a sec
You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck
'Cause to me see it's more than likely
And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it

Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu

You see me rock a video and slam shit up on feels so good
There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would
Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with
This girl done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school

She smacked me, attacked me, harassed me till I swung
But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung
See an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl
No I'm not a wife beater, no I'm not a girl cheater
I nipped this problem in the bud with my force from the Rule
And my man Ron Stud, word to life

So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about
And if you don't then brother you're lost
I had a boss, traded it in for a horse
It died, I made glue, it's no loss

I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers
Tired of the sob story tear jerkers
Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums
Never sold work, never handled no gems

So 'Que Sera Sera' as the fat lady sings
But when the bell toll is the song I sing
Taken up the flights, whether uptown or crown heights
I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right

Appear from the rear with my Clan and I'm the Cave Bear
Rip up the street on my worldwide tear
So loudly my troops and let's form three groups
Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops

Allah Jamar to the right
(Yo knowledge the God)
Peace God
(Yo knowledge the God)
Peace God!

You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Y, equal, knowledge born I go on, although clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must

Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally
I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's
So I made a quick dip, like I was goin' back to Cali

Took the Lear Jet, don't fear yet, comin' on your ear set
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
Polite to all women so I say, "Yes Ma'am!"

Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak
Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak
Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek
A message from a Blackman, is what you seek

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Growin' Up In The Hood - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Growin' Up In The Hood
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Keith Allen, Andre P Manuel, Joe Simon, Aaron Bernard Tyler

Lyric:
Wake your punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia

Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit, so, I bones the hell out

And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker

Always strappin', eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Nothin' but bitches and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fuckin' up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game

But I'm still makin' my profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So, I keep hidin' my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase

Now, the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the hood

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

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You Ain'T A Killer - Lyrics - Endangered Species - Big Punisher

Title: You Ain'T A Killer
Album: Endangered Species
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Richard Frierson, Christopher Rios

Lyric:
The harsh realities of life is takin' tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin' dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
Halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin' to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse

Sacrifice your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse
It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent?
One of the last livin' still in action, general assassin'
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any tech
Smashin' any chest, passin' any test
Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?

Sew what you reap a wake up
Shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The shit is real" as Joe
We follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams

You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armageddon sets in
Left him with so much stress, blessed him with no regrets
(T.S., yes)

Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person
You get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin', head severely really tryin' to bring the pain
There's nuttin' mo' satisfyin' than when you cryin' screamin' my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin' my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple

John Madden tackle your corpse
Then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination

You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably

I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strictly out for cream
Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream

My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
When the survivors who's the wisest

You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from
It's where's your gat

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Departure - Lyrics - Swing The Heartache- BBC Sessions (Live) - Bauhaus

Title: Departure
Album: Swing The Heartache- BBC Sessions (Live)
Artist: Bauhaus
Composer(s): Peter John Murphy, Daniel Gaston Ash, Kevin Haskins, David Jay

Lyric:
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that
He was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark brown tone
As the wood of which the door was made
At first he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place
With the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again, only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace have withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with the contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already destroyed again

You cannot share, the temperature is rising
Ghost and monkeys make a choice
This
This

He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring
Crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses
An' protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear

Into the hills then

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild forest under the billowing leafs
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost lovers
Never to their sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had become sinister to him
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination
Another realization of this prophecy
All life's drums drink from bottles and visions blinded

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Relentless - Lyrics - Little River Band

Title: Relentless
Artist: Little River Band
Composer(s): Elarbe John Farnham, Graham Goble, David Hirschfelder, Wayne Nelson, Spencer Proffer

Lyric:
Friday night on a one way street
Cold, damp and dark but you could still feel the heat
Movin' through the shadows
At the speed of light

I said, you know I've just run away from home
And I'm tired of bein' out here all alone

Let's get connected, play on a winning team
I am relentless with desire to get to you
Relentless and there's fire in everything I do
Passion in my soul, something that I can't control

I'm gonna be relentless
We took the lift to the second floor
'Do Not Disturb' hangin' on the door, inside her room
I turned into someone new

I said, why don't you tell me what you got on your mind?
I'll stick around, I've got nothin' but time

Just take the lead, I'm ready to go with you
I am relentless with desire to get to you
Relentless and there's fire in everything I do
Passion in my soul, something that I can't control

She kept him guessing half of the night
He was achin', hoping inside that when they were done
They'd become a force of one

Saturday night on a one way street
Hot city lights but we're immune to the heat
I was taken from the shadows
By the eyes of light

I am relentless with desire to get to you
Relentless and there's fire in everything I do
Passion in my soul, something that I can't control

I am relentless with desire to get to you
Relentless and there's fire in everything I do
Passion in my soul, something that I can't control
Passion in my soul, outta control, filled with desire
I'm on fire and I'm just gonna be relentless

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