The Final Countdown - Lyrics - Europe

Title: The Final Countdown
Artist: Europe
Composer(s): Joey Tempest

Lyric:
We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown
The final countdown

Ohh
We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
'Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all, yea
With so many light years to go and things to be found
(To be found)
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so

It's the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh ho ohh

The final countdown, oh ho
It's the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)

Ohh
It's the final countdown
We're leaving together
The final countdown
We'll all miss her so
It's the final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh, it's the final countdown
Yea

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Countdown - Lyrics - Gamma Ray

Title: Countdown
Artist: Gamma Ray
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
The businessmen got a job to do
The Eastern world is waiting too

They're sittin' on a bloodstone calling you a beggar
Waitin' for another deal in open cars
The presence of the men gives a bad vibration
They're countin' dollar bills and they're workin'
On the final countdown

Countdown

I'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the lyrics
They gotta be cool, gotta satisfy the critics
Sign of warning all across the edges
Maybe too pathetic and my pencil scratches

Meanwhile X is comin' from Miami
Another perfect deal was made in open cars
I don't care 'cos I'm much too busy
I have to write my lyrics
And I'm waiting for the final countdown

Countdown

It's jut a matter of time
We're only waitin' for the end of the world
And we got nothing to lose
We're only servants of the monsters we curse

It's just a matter of time
We can be sure we'll be doin' our worst
And we're waiting for the countdown

Another solo is coming around

We're sittin' all around and we drink our lage
Thanks to God we got no embargo
What is left to do when you're looking for pleasure
Somehow we gotta lose the pressure

We're sittin' on a blood stone, worker, boss and beggar
I don't give a damn, I want my open car
God has turned to money, Jesus is a Liqueur
I'd rather get my record done
And party for the final countdown

Countdown

It's jut a matter of time
We're only waitin' for the end of the world
And we got nothing to lose
We're only servants of the monsters we curse

It's just a matter of time
We can be sure we'll be doin' our worst
And we're waiting for the countdown

Countdown
The 4, 3, 2, 1
Countdown
Countdown
Countdown

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Countdown - Lyrics - Def Squad

Title: Countdown
Artist: Def Squad
Composer(s): Keith Murray, R Noble, Jamal Phillips, Erick S. Sermon, L Siffre

Lyric:
For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic, I'm Wizard, call me Chris Webber
Scary, wise, I'm way past terror
I make like Jay-Z, then Roc-a-Fella

Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of E-Dub
I be the one to cause the confusion

Twist your mind to pieces make ya think I'm losin'
Yeah, niggaz try to provoke me
But, I'm a tower God
So, there ain't no hope

Bitches like dope E so, I resume, if they step
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon
Let me ask you's, y'all feel that like Erykah
Control the states and make a Def America

My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
It's official, like a licensed forty-five pistol
Word to the preacher's wife
I got the power to annoy ya

And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler servin' MC's
Because I love to
N-O, quote, you're a customer

I put you in your right mind and frame
I derail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang
My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame

Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em
Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em
But Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me
Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'

Whether it be weed, dope or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound, bust off my ro ro ro round

Jump out a tree, land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
You be like damn, that's what I ride for
If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July Fourth

Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist and I doubt it
You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it
'Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it

Yeah, wantin' to battle with me as hard as it gets
Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk shit, you deserve what you get

I'm heartthrob, leave you dead as a door knob
Not a hip hop cop and not down with the Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously with communication capabilities

From high class to mid class to low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an MC
The non forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter
And make you exercise your shit up, nigga

These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def Squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
Forty five slug sender, half spreader, cash getter

Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope

Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G
Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium

Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place
House, that was some hardcore rap
Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack cats

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

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Straight To Hell - Lyrics - Running Wild

Title: Straight To Hell
Artist: Running Wild
Composer(s): Jens Becker

Lyric:
The sky's swirling black
And choking fog blots out the sun
The last echo is silenced
New dark age has begun

The countdown was final
Red button ran out of control
No deposits required
Paradise won't take your soul

A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you
A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you

The once green Earth
Is scattered with horror and gray
No winners, just losers
Who die with a few months delay

The countdown was final
Red button ran out of control
No deposits required
Paradise won't take your soul

A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you
A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you

Man's not immortal
Despite killers bunkered so deep
A voice in the darkness
Warned against blind folded leap

A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you
A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you

A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you
A living hell for the stumbling few
Paying the price for the likes of you

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Put Your Hammer Down - Wu-Tang Clan - Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Title: Put Your Hammer Down - Wu-Tang Clan
Artist: Funkmaster Flex
Composer(s): Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Lay ya hammer
(Lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer, kid
(Lay ya hammer, kid)
They want the drama, bring it to 'em, fuck 'em

All rise, meet the preacher
This pro dueler been diagnosed
Diabetic keptic, I'm your host
Lock the vanilla suede British

Staten Island mall menace
Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses
Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat
Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat, what

Is it raw now? Change it around
It's war now, the final countdown commences
The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper
Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature

Pain stings with Ma Baker
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
Freedom come meet your maker

Yo, another sound boy's dyin', crowd noise multiplyin'
Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens
Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister grin and finish him
You're fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back
Ya fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood hat

Yo, yo, yo, the track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning
Supreme being being all that I can being
Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver
Fly sunny Cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer
Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill
Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill

It's all gravy, we floatin' through like the British navy
Fresh design, lady love the fade keep it wavy
The mix drink, throw the dick in the drink
Play it, baby girl, caught ya, exotic album Cuban Link
Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please
Y'all niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees

Yo, high ranked officials and armed tanks and missiles
Blood drizzle simple fact, you slept on the issue
That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega
I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas

Rza fine tune it, shippin' meal units
MC's ask, "Who be those rhyme killers in masks?"
No doubt, difficult task to last in the square
Beware infinite amount of darts is in the air

I'm victorious, no opponents and blast through components
And microphones watch the whole world live the moment
Anything anti that came approachin' this
Incapable lust speech remains motionless

Lay ya hammer
(Lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer, kid
(Lay ya hammer, kid)
Lay ya hammer
(Lay ya hammer)

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Ra - D&D Soundclash - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - D&D Soundclash
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Afu-Ra Ewart Dewgarde, B Levy, Takomin Williams, Darryl Yates

Lyric:
Feel this, feel this
Brooklyn's in the house
Brooklyn's in the house

S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a preacher
Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake
Lovin' to hate but we still elevate

Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom contained
Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain
Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher
Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya

Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana
Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana
Or in the sauna, after doing my Calisthenics
Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist

Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons
Take my dog's suggestions
When he told me keep my smith and Wesson
For protection, the streets is watching and they testin'
They know when you're frontin' and when you're representin'

It's not where you be or how you be
Or who you be or what you got
Unique sounds, grounds is hot
We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?

You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest
The microphone have sex with my lyrics
Hit shit off, first move is doggy style
No premature ejaculation, last for a while

Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions
Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions
Crazy, nah, I'm not that type of brother
My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers

I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea
Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo
Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos
I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo

But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno
Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin'
Nobody seen it, whole eons change to Zeniths
I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual

Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual
I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro
I just sit back on tracks and let it flow

Feel this, feel this
Brooklyn's in the house
Brooklyn's in the house

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?
Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin' a phonta leaf
You know it's beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth
Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street

You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops
Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked
But I thought you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot
Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell block?

I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth
Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house

Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?
Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's?
You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick
When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six

Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones
Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone
M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone
Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown

Well, some ah said dem ah star, dem love car
Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really reach far
But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon
Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune

A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
We gonna steer far from dem
I know that we are kings and we love nice things
But we not sell out fi no diamond ring

Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind
So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine
Trust me, we don't fear nothin
So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'

Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light
Jah control di better part of mi life

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Madness - Lyrics - A Single Man - Elton John

Title: Madness
Album: A Single Man
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Gary Anthony Osborne

Lyric:
The fuse is set and checked once more
Then left beside a back street door
And in the cold gray light, someone sees a shadow
Run through the night and out of sight

They hide inside a smoke filled room
To hear at last the blast of doom
And so the deed is done, they listen
To the final countdown begun, three, two, one

Madness, it's a kind of madness
That turns good men bad
And we're helpless, caught up
In the madness of a world gone mad

The roar of fire rings out on high
And flames light up the black night sky
A child screams out in fear, a hopeless cry for help
But no one is near enough to hear

As walls collapse and timbers flare
The smell of death hangs in the air
When help at last arrives they try to fight the flame
But nothing survives of all those lives

And it's madness, every time a victim dies
There is madness, burning in a blind man's eyes
And it's madness, hidden in the hate and pain
There is madness, burning in a wild man's brain

And it's madness, every time the bullets start
There is madness, burning in a poor man's heart
And it's madness, something that we can't control
There is madness, burning in a madman's soul, madness

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Fake - Lyrics - Present For Everyone - Busted

Title: Fake
Album: Present For Everyone
Artist: Busted
Composer(s): Matthew James Sargeant, Guy Chambers, Willis Steve Power

Lyric:
I can't believe what my girlfriend did today
She screamed so loudly then she turned away
Why did she cut me down to size
She left me wondering, "Can I do it right?"

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

I woke up in a sweat felt a disgrace
She looked so beautiful love on her face
Feeling stupid all on my own
I put it down to experience 'cause now I've grown

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

Don't wanna be a fake it's quite uncanny
Cause my favorite film is when harry met sally
But now we're finished there's no way
That we're ever gonna be okay

Don't wanna be a fake, how low can I go
You might find me reading Cosmo
But when I'm finished you know that
You're gonna wanna be with me
Gonna wanna be with me
Gonna wanna be with me

Gotta a girl on my sofa
You're getting undressed
I gotta know can I deliver
'Cause I'm feeling stressed

What am I gonna do is my game up
I've got the goods is that enough
There's almost nothing left to say

So wish me luck not gonna run
The final countdown has begun
Not gonna see or hear them
Laughing in my face

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

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Getting Even - Lyrics - Goldfly - Guster

Title: Getting Even
Album: Goldfly
Artist: Guster
Composer(s): Brian Rosenworcel, Adam Gardner, Ryan Miller

Lyric:
She leans closer to me
I give a warning of a higher calling
Must go over with me
We're not happy in the place we are

Get up, the countdown will begin
Get up, towards devotion
Get up, leave everything with them
Get up, 'cause you won't need anything

We'll be shielded up above
And the screams will not reach us
Fear will be undone
On the path of the chosen ones, getting even

They haven't heard a word we've said
They make mistakes, they doubt his calling
To taste revenge will be so sweet
When we have left them this place

And as we leave our sacrifice
One final step outside
No longer feel these things around
Soon we'll be happy in the place we are

Get up, the countdown will begin
Get up, towards devotion
Get up, leave everything with them
Get up, 'cause you won't need anything

We'll be shielded up above
And the screams will not reach us
Fear will be undone
On the path of the chosen ones, getting even

We'll be shielded up above
And the screams will not reach us
Fear will be undone
On the path of the chosen ones, getting even

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Major Tom - Lyrics - Fenix Tx

Title: Major Tom
Artist: Fenix Tx
Composer(s): D (Eng Lyr) Lodge, Peter Schilling

Lyric:
Standing there alone the ship is waiting
All systems are go, are you sure?
Control is not convinced but the computer
Has the evidence no need to abort
The countdown starts

Watching in a trance the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance all is working
Trying to relax up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on

4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless
Calling, calling

Second stage is cut we're now in orbit
Stabilizers up, running perfect
Starting to collect requested data
What will it effect when all is done
Thinks Major Tom

Back at ground control there is a problem
Go to rockets full not responding
"Hello Major Tom", are you receiving
"Turn the thrusters on we're standing by"
There's no reply

4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless
Calling, calling home

Across the stratosphere
A final message
"Give my wife my love"
Then nothing more

Far beneath the ship the world is mourning
They don't realize he's alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now the life commands this is my home
I'm coming home

Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless
Calling, calling

Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless
Calling, calling home, home
Home, home

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