Photograph - Lyrics - All the Right Reasons - Nickelback

Title: Photograph
Album: All the Right Reasons
Artist: Nickelback
Composer(s): Daniel Adair, Michael Kroeger, Chad Kroeger, Ryan Peake

Lyric:
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I've broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh God I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye

Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hanging out
They said somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how if feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since God knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh God I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it

I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me

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A Movie Script Ending - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: A Movie Script Ending
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard

Lyric:
Whenever I come back
The air on railroad
Is making the same sounds
And the shop fronts on Holly
Are dirty words Asterisks in for the vowels

And we peered through the windows
New bottoms on barstools
The people remain the same
With prices inflating, inflating

As if saved from the gallows
There's a bellow of buzzers
And people stop working
And they're all so excited, excited

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on the high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way

With your hands on my shoulders
A meaningless movement
A movie script ending
And the patrons are leaving, leaving

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on the high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way, high-way

And now we all know the words were true
In the sappiest songs, yes, yes
And I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep
Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn
You can't begin to get it back

Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke I was on
The onset of a later stage
The headlights are beacons on the high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way
High-way, high-way, high-way, high-way

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Debate Exposes Doubt - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Debate Exposes Doubt
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

Lyric:
The workin' days were propping the bar quietly erasing the week
And I was in a corner booth thinking, pretending to read
About the impossibility of one to love unconditionally
The words that we drive into the ground
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning

Then everything got frighteningly still
As they entered and intersected the floor
And I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
But all of the parts are the same on every face, few variables change
The differences pale when compared to the similarities they share

Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all
But every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side
Finally there is clarity, this tiny life is making sense
And every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering

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Styrofoam Plates - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Styrofoam Plates
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer, Christopher Walla

Lyric:
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwa
That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living

It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that
Through the hole in your belly

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers wore crosses
To shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks
And I'm thinking of you. I do every year
When we count all our blessings
And wonder what we're doing here

You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and I'll stand up and scream
If the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it
I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace. using five dollar words while praising h

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Information Travels Faster - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Information Travels Faster
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

Lyric:
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess
You wanted me to write you letters but I'd rather lose your address
And forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur
Sitting in the station, it's all a blur
Of dance hall hips, pretentious quips, a boxer's bob and weave

And here's the kicker of this whole shebang
You're in debt and completely fooled
That you can look into the mirror and objectively rank your wounds
Sewing circles are not solely based in trades of cloth
There are spinsters all around here taking notes, reporting on us as

Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age
As our days are crawling by so slowly
Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age
As our days are crawling by so slowly

Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age
As our days are crawling by so slowly
Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age
As our days are crawling by so slowly

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Siberian Kiss - Lyrics - Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence - Glassjaw

Title: Siberian Kiss
Album: Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence
Artist: Glassjaw
Composer(s): Daryl Palumbo, Justin Beck

Lyric:
Give me back my pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
And I hope you know like a bitch in heat, I hope she know

So put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
A photo, the size of a kiss, I hope she knows

Staring at a porcelain sex flick
Where the characters don't meet
The characters don't speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors
Space always expanding

So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
A photo, the size of my fist, I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about

I've watched you, whore, yourself out for one more thing
Won't you sell yourself for one more?
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one will

Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and letter heads
I'm dying about
I'm dying about

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
A kiss in the shape of a bullet

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Help Is Coming - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Help Is Coming
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Barry White, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Help on the way, help on the way
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way, help on the way

Help on the way, help on the way
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way, help on the way

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

They say the game fucked up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06', gettin' worse in 07'
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin'
When it seems better, shawty, ain't no tellin'

Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit [Incomprehensible] tell him, tell Kevin
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mil' you gave me was a sound investment

This time around we gon' sell five
No less than four on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner I'm the one you should be with
Hit J, tell them niggas to bet against

Grand Hustle, homie, I'ma make you respect this
They say the market share down so I ain't affected
Tell the label, relax, ain't no need to stress, shit
Just cut the check and I'll handle the rest, shit

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You, niggas, keep floppin' but I remain on top
Still the same old me with the same old glock
From the first CD with the Kangol top

I was hollerin', dopeboy, when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now
Man, I told these niggas that it ain't gon stop
All the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah

Most of these niggas ain't slang, no blocks
Got a lil' somethin' but it ain't so hot
Try to sell a record when my shit drop
Get the cover of the magazine when my shit out

Nope, I think not, just think why
Nigga, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
Now watch your mouth, you ain't that high
King of the south, you ain't that guy

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

To the fans and the critics, think hip hop is missing
This is a little proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with six bitches

In the ATL see hip hop chillin'
In a multi million dollar crib hip hop building
You know how many cars hip hops driven?
Nigga, I'm everything hip hop's missing

Nigga, you is everything hip hop isn't
My heart and my soul where hip hop live at
To anyone who's ever said hip hop's finished
It can't be dead while I'm still livin' in it
I'm livin' and well, might I add at that

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

They say the game in trouble, help on the way
Don't worry 'bout nothin', help on the way
They say the game in trouble, help on the way
I got this shit, help on the way

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

I got the game on lock, standin' on top
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop
I got the game on lock, it ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who could save hip hop

Yeah, man, record sale, forget about it
I do this shit in my sleep, man
They say bootleggin' is up
[Incomprehensible] up? I don't know

Everyday at my job I get better and better, man
You know what I'm sayin', check my resume
This is no motherfuckin' exception
If history serves us directly

Fuck the climate, nigga, I turn the heat up when I want to
Legend tells it, yeah, okay, okay
Aye, just gather 'round and I'll write it down, people
We did it again, baby, this ass gon' to play out down to the wire, baby

This gon' be a photo finish, Jay-Z is gonna love me, man
If you don't like it, man
You better try to get some [Incomprehensible], man
And try to clean yourself right about now

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We Laugh Indoors - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: We Laugh Indoors
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer, Christopher Walla

Lyric:
When we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls
And fall to the ground
Peel the hardwood backs and let them loose from decades trapped
And listen so still

This city is my home construction noise all day long
And gutter punks bumming change
So I breed thicker skin and let my lustrous coat fill in
And I'll never admit

I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you

I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you

And I've always fall fast with
Too much trust in the promising that
No one's ever been here
So you can quell those wet fears

And I want purity, I must have it here right now
But don't you get me started
Now, oh don't you get my started now
Don't you get me, don't you get me

December's chill comes late
The days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass
There's piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers
That I'll help you pack

I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere, I loved you

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Blacking Out The Friction - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Blacking Out The Friction
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard

Lyric:
I don't mind the weather
I've got scarves and caps and sweaters
I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days

I think that it's brainless to assume
That making changes to your window's view
Will give a new perspective

And the hardest part is yet to come

I don't mind restrictions
Or if you're blacking out the friction
It's just an escape it's overrated anyways

The hardest part is yet to come
When you will cross the country alone

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Fergalicious - Lyrics - Dutchess - Fergie

Title: Fergalicious
Album: Dutchess
Artist: Fergie
Composer(s): Derrick Rahming, Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Kim Nazel, Dania Maria Birks, Fatima Shahled, Juana Michelle Burn, Juanita A. Lee

Lyric:
Four, tres, two, uno

Listen up y'all ?cause this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is delicious

Fergalicious definition
Make them boys go loco
They want my treasure
So they get their pleasures from my photo

You can see me, you can't squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy
I got reasons why I tease 'em
Boys just come and go like seasons

Fergalicious
(So delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that **** is fictitious

I blow kisses
(Mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin? down the block
Just to watch what I got
(Four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious
(It's hot, hot)
So delicious
(I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious
(They want a taste of what I got)
I?m Fergalicious
(T-t-tasty, tasty)

Fergalicious def-
Fergalicious def-
Fergalicious def-

Fergalicious definition
Make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin' to me call me Stacy
(Hey Stacy)

I'm the F to the E, R, G, the I, the E
And can't no other lady put it down like me

I'm Fergalicious
(So delicious)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym
Just workin? on my fitness

He's my witness
(Ooh wee)
I put yo' boy on rock rock
And he be linin? down the block
Just to watch what I got
(Four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious
(It's hot, hot)
So delicious
(I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious
(They want a taste of what I got)
I?m Fergalicious
Hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey, get some patience
Maybe then you'll get a taste

Of my tasty, tasty
I'll be laced with lacey
It's so tasty, tasty
It'll make you crazy

T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the
Hit it Fergie!

All the time I turn around brothas gather round
Always lookin? at me up and down, lookin? at my
(Uh)
I just wanna say it now I ain't tryin? to round up drama
Little mama I don't wanna take your man

And I know I'm comin? off just a little bit conceited
And I keep on repeatin? how the boys wanna eat it
But I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele

?Cause they say she delicious
(So delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that **** is fictitious

I blow kisses
(Mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin? down the block
Just to watch what I got
Four, tres, two, uno

My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym
Just workin? on my fitness
He's my witness
(Ooh wee)

I put yo' boy on rock rock
And he be linin? down the block
Just to watch what I got
(Four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-tasty, tasty

So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
So delicious
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the
(Four, tres, two, uno)

To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, to the
(Four, tres, two, uno)

T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty
T, to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the
(Four, tres, two, uno)

To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S
To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the

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Steadier Footing - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Steadier Footing
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard

Lyric:
It's gotten late and now I want to be alone
All of our friends were here, they all have gone home
And here I sit on the front porch
Watching the drunks stumble forth into the night

You gave me a heart attack, I did not see you there
I thought you had disappeared so early away from here
And this is the chance I never got
To make a move, but we just talk about

The people we've met in the last five years
And will we remember them in ten more
I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past
I've tried twice before but like this, it just would not last

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Follow The Leader - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Follow The Leader
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Bob James

Lyric:
Rakim'll say
Rakim'll say
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!
Rakim'll say

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin', I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, flip it
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam a killin' bomb
But no alarm Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme

But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin' and swallowin'
Takin' the making, bitin' it and borrowin'
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat, you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin'
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe

What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way, world's outasight
Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took
So keep starin' soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it 'cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin' and if ya borrowin'
Hurry, hurry, step right up and keep followin'
The Leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Keep Followin'

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!

This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I Eternal? Or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep ya movin' 'cause the crowd said so
Dance, cuts rip ya pants
Eric B on the blades, bleedin' to death, call the ambulance
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
(Follow the leader)
Yeah, dope

'Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that I'll live forever, you disagree?
You say never? Then follow me!
From century to century you'll remember me
In history, not a mystery or a memory
God by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember

You're not a slave
'Cause we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name
I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted, it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry, hurry, step right up and keep following
The leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"

A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake, so stay awake
And follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
I'm Rakim the Fiend of a Microphone
I'm not HIM, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt 'cause I'm about to flow

No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed!
The R's a rollin' stone, so I'm rollin'
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
Stop buggin', a brother said, dig 'em, I never dug 'em
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
Into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone
There's one R in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric B be easy on the flex

I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin' but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant, clap ya hands, you won a trip!
The price is right, don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune?
Follow the Leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask
Rap is Rhythm And Poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records E. wrecks
Until then keep eatin' and swallowin'
You better take a deep breath and keep followin'
The leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Keep followin'

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
The "R!"

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Peace"

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Follow the leader

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Follow the leader!

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I Was A Kaleidoscope - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: I Was A Kaleidoscope
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

Lyric:
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter
My teeth chattered rhythms
And they were grouped in twos and threes
Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me

And cars on slippery slopes were stuck
People pushing through their mittens
As I was beginning
To feel it soaking through my shoes
Getting colder with every step I took
To your apartment, dear

I was a kaleidoscope
The snow on my lenses distorting the image
Of what was only one of you
And I didn't know which one to address
As all your lips moved

And this is when I forget to breathe
And all the things I scripted
They sound unfounded
And it's that look that you're giving me
That tells me exactly what you are thinking
"This ain't working anymore"

They got their mothers worked into a panic
Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic
And parents layered clothes
Until the children couldn't move then
And left them outside until their noises were blue
And I got left there, too

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter
My teeth chattered rhythms
And they were grouped in twos and threes
Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me

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Love - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tusk And Temper - Lyrics - Gutter Phenomenon - Every Time I Die

Title: Tusk And Temper
Album: Gutter Phenomenon
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Keith Michael Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew John Williams

Lyric:
Bedeck your gown in bricks, there's leeches stealing across the stage
Come hell or ocean water, I won't end up without
Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow
As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are dessicated
There's a wolf at the window of the second floor
Who kidnaps your date with a new car

We both want the same thing, bad poetry and assaults at the bar
Just try and stop me, we are the only one in the world
Prepare the ballroom, quicksand in front of the coat check
Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye

I was born a wanted man but I'll die a sailor's wife
God help me pick the lock to her room, I have to make this right

Scream the hounds to sleep for me
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine

Your spit the meat of the rose harvested by the dull, let fly
Let the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog

Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam

In a photo taken of us at the reception held at the jail
Lover boy is breaking up, just to the right side of me

I will stop at nothing, I am the siren that sings you home
Is that clear? Is that clear?
I will stop at nothing, I am the tooth in your jewelry box
Is that clear? Is that clear?

Let pry the crows, unhook they're crooked beaks from the clock

Bolt the gate for the head of the ivory tower
Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart
Love is here

I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling
I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling

We both want the same thing, better aim at the stranger in our yard
Just try to stop me, I am the blinding light of your life
Prepare the body, I've been better but thanks for asking
Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye

I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

The calm will come again
I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

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Coney Island - Lyrics - The Photo Album - Death Cab For Cutie

Title: Coney Island
Album: The Photo Album
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Composer(s): Benjamin Gibbard

Lyric:
Sitting on a carousel ride
Without any music or lights

Everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

I can hear the Atlantic echo back
Roller coaster screams from summers past

And everything was closed at Coney Island
And I could not help from smiling

Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually
And everyone will go except me

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Daydreaming - Lyrics - Blue Lines - Massive Attack

Title: Daydreaming
Album: Blue Lines
Artist: Massive Attack
Composer(s): Wally Badarou, Grantley Marshall, Robert Del Naja, Adrian Thaws, Andrew Vowles

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Lyric:
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming

Way that we say 'em in style that we raid 'em in
Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin
Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs
'Cause brother it's relative
The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor
To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more

Attitude is cool degrees below zero
Up against the wall behaving like De Niro
Tricky's performing taking his photo
Make him stand with a tan touch it like cocoa
Smooth keep it moving at the back now
Free as the needle that's moving through the track now

Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
Dance around the vibes like acoustics
No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop
The paper which you use my tongue to lick with

Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life
Wise guys get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born they're making me yawn
But I just take it easy it's a Sunday morning

So you come [unverified]
Together we'll grow forever watch my ak rig go
Because my ak rig goes boom boom
My ak rig goes boom

Yeah, rhymin' the jam and uh we got the stamina
'Cause you never know it's like we don't give a damn and uh
And it's [unverified] to keep your distance
Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat
You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street

If I was a rich man, da, da, dada
I quietly observe standing in my space
It's the devious days they call the rat race
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town
Weebles, wobble, occasional squabble
But we're happy when the bomb drops down

Don't make sound
'Cause the dance floor's a desert
And the dancers are parched
Do a rain dance and you brace through a marsh

My heavy my brother get lighter than helium
Float above the world to break the tedium
Living in my headphones soul is what I say to 'em
The surreal boom of the budokan stadium

Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Well, I'm tricky kid don't deal with sadness
Can't be with the one I love, I love the one that I miss
I'm very down to earth but brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover just need, I'm insecure

The weather is a changin' the storms be shakin'
The love that you take is equal to the love you're makin'
Here comes the sun little darlin' here comes the sun
It's alright

Yes, tricky kid I check my situation
Naggy this maggy that maggy means inflation
Hip-hop you don't stop 'cause I'm not sloppy
I like the beat so we need another copy

We're natives of the massive territory and I'm proud
Getting peaceful in the desert that the glory and the crowd
The problem ain't a different kind of skin tricks
I love my neighbor and I [unverified] the Olympics
See you a hooligan you try to play the fool again

Caught you in the lost and found
When your posse weren't around
No crowd
So you're going for you tool again

Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming

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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow

Lyric:
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G
I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes
Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy
Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man
Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man
It's a little different than you think man
Yo so what is it really like baby}

It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the Limo back seats
Lookin' in the faces of some ladies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions, I throw the words back
They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap
They're kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name
That's the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up
But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz
I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz

Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain
I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains
Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew
They left last night in the bus around two

The plane's a small one, no fun at all
Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball
When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground
But it's time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They tell me all the speakers blew
The cordless don't work, sound man's a jerk
Somebody's gonna get hurt

I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs
I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand
I ain't human no more, I'm a Superman

You can try but you'll never understand this
You can try but you'll never understand this
Try an' try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

Alright you got five minutes in store dude
Then after that you got a photo session right on yo
Grab masses, spin, I don't know
There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you

Four hours till show time, oh well
I might as well check in the hotel
Get a little rest before it's time to play
Ten brothers standin' in the hallway

All with demo tapes, they need the hook up
They heard that I was the one to look up
I can't ditch 'em 'cause they already saw me
I'll put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me

No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after that the brothers still wouldn't leave
They started lookin' at my T.V

I was gonna break down if they didn't jet soon
Snuck across the hall and crashed in E's room
But then this freak came in thought I was E
Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse pushed her breast against my face
Started gyratin' her waist
Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller?
But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me, home girl hit the floor
This is what it's like on tour
I hit the hallway, it was crawlin' thick
"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose that I used a million times before
Took pictures with the whole damn floor
I couldn't say no not to my fans
You see they wouldn't understand

You can try but you'll never understand this
Try an' try but you'll never understand this
You can try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

Alright will somebody gets these hoes off the bus
Get the god damn girls off the bus
No more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this
Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out
Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up here
Evilyn lost the fuckin' records

Now it's show time, time to flow time
Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time
The house is packed, everybody's on their feet
So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat"

I'm catchin' problems from every angle
The mic cords are tangled
I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled
Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain't enough, the police are hawkin'
Listenin' real close to the words I'm talkin'
They wanna put a brother like me in the back seat
Just because I curse the beat

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit
I start bustin' off some new shit
The stage is so smokey that I almost fall off
I start inhalin' it, I'm tryin' not to cough

They wanna tap my phone wanna keep my crib bugged
Call all my homes, felonist, street thugs
You might say I think this lifestyle sucks?
I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks
Although it's all not glamor and gleam
It's still my dream

You can try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans
To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate
Peace I love ya
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

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Reppin' Time - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Reppin' Time
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): J Jackson, Jim Jones, A Harr

Lyric:
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit
20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside
Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC here we go again

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing
I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking
And it's God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing

You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom
We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em
We getting money over here what's your occupation

We on top of things and we got them things
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?
I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners

The bright lights and my big city
My ice bright and the wrist silly
I'm risking Fed time, front page headline
Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass
It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash
And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies", call a cab

The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs

And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked
And we will burn you up like three star alarm
We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm

You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors
We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?
Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

The young and the restless live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's
'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish

The rock star living, the hot cars and women
The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em
Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back

And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'
Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range

And the clouds still moving with the squamy
And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

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