The Ancient Plague - Lyrics - Enemy of God - Kreator

Title: The Ancient Plague
Album: Enemy of God
Artist: Kreator
Composer(s): Miland Petrozza

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Lyric:
Silent places after rain
Monuments fall the last strike of fate
End time ravens over blood oceans flames

Spread the ancient plague
Among the wolves of wrath

As the last sad existence enters the grave
Battle torn the angels cry with not a soul to save
Let us close our eyes and dream of the plague

Spread the ancient plague
Among the wolves of wrath
Among the wolves of wrath

Purify the earth from all of it's worms
Dissolving into the void through the thunder and the storms
Let us close our eyes and dream of the plague

Spread the ancient plague
Among the wolves of wrath

Patriots and warfare, demonstrating arrogance
Superior armies waiting for their final call to arms
Winds of mayhem choirs for the final pestilence
A gospel rapture battle cry of barbarians

Death to all the empires
Death to lifelong wars
Death to bitter sons of the Antichrist
Death to the world

Silent places after rain
Monuments fall the last strike of fate
End time ravens over blood oceans flames

And I saw millions of souls
Preparing for the last incarnation
No more earthly pleasures, no more life's temptation
And the ghosts of long forgotten societies
Cast out wicked dreams from the heart of the lost

The future is drowning in the ashes of the past
And through the toxic stench of human tragedy
A Savior appears in a red mask in front of me
And Satan is his name

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Light Grenades - Lyrics - Light Grenades - Incubus

Title: Light Grenades
Album: Light Grenades
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Brandon Charles Boyd, Michael Aaron Einziger, Ben Kenney, Christopher E Kilmore, Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas

Lyric:
We're given a garden
And gave back a parking lot
We got about fifteen minutes to go

Before this audience
Starts throwing tomatoes, yeah
It?s not the end, there is more show
We got about fifteen minutes to go

Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked our heads above the mud
No one?s immune, deafening bells
My God, will we survive ourselves?

I?m not an alarmist
But someone should break the glass
And pull that red T-lever down

To get their attention
Start lobbing the light grenades
That burst and blind them with the truth
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked our heads above the mud
No one?s immune, deafening bells
My God, will we survive ourselves?

Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked out heads above the mud
Wipe off your face, we?ve come this far
Come on, remember who you are

Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked our heads above the mud
No one?s immune, deafening bells
My God

Survived the plague, floated the flood
Just peeked out heads above the mud
Wipe off your face, we?ve come this far
Come on, remember who you are

Come on, remember who you are
Come on, remember who you are

Remember, remember
Come on, remember who you are
Remember, remember
Come on, remember who you are

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Frgt/10 - Lyrics - Reanimation - Linkin Park

Title: Frgt/10
Album: Reanimation
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Brad Delson, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield

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Lyric:
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight of the powers that be

And duck away into the darkness, times up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me but why should I care?

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs
I'm nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass, I look past
To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows, captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the inside's changed, the box stays the same
And the figure inside could bear anybodys name

The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday, I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

Yo, from the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

I'm here at this podium talking the ceremonial offerings
Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What's happening? City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants, causing urban collapsing

Bullets that scar souls with dark holds, get more than
Your car stole, some hearts be blacker than charcoal
For real, this society's deprivation depends
Not on our differences but the separation within

No preparation is made, limited aid and minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade, the darkness overspreads
Like a permanent plague, I'm the forgotten

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

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The Cause - Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Title: The Cause
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong, P Charles, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
Yo, when we do this, yeah, we do it for real
We do it for the love, we do it for the money
For the cash, for the women, the birds
We do it for the foundation, for the people
No matter how we do it, we do it for the cause
Yeah, yo

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Inspectah rhyme Beretta nine in ya sector
Wet the scenery with extreme measures
Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter
The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders
Bystander pollyin' worldwide with nine members

Distributin', my verbal sharp shootin'
While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin'
Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
Movin' at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin'

Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics
Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game
Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness

I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
My work is done as soon as I've just begun

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame
Just build on my name and master the slang
I'm hittin' harder than a lot of artists in the game
I'm lyrically inclined, rockin' just the same

Than any MC who ship platinum or gold
And only recoup to pay back what you sold
Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones

I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke
My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope
A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke
The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke

From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum
Mother's third seed, father's first son
Bastard child runnin' wild, livin' foul
Ran into some juvenile niggas in design
P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the line
Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Hitman like Thomas Hurns, bustin' while the weed burns
Shorty, sixteen yearns for my crew to take turns
I'm a loose cannon, medically examined
Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine

Splurgin', livin' out the dirty version
Throwin' rocks at the ghetto birds circlin' in the urban
Workin' overtime, you notice the shine
Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine

We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear
Got money on my mind this year, by all means
Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams
What you hear is the truth, fuck, what you used to
I provide you with street music you can ride to

Push through, sound blastin' through the sun roof
Street surfer, lurkin', thirsty for the loot
I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands
I work for cash and fans and die for the Clan

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Chasing The Crown - Lyrics - 21 At 33 - Elton John

Title: Chasing The Crown
Album: 21 At 33
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I built a wall in China, I sank an ocean liner
I've wrecked homes, I've burned thrones, chasing the crown
I've put thorns in your feet, I spread plague in the streets
I've sprung traps, confused maps, chasing the crown

Chasing the crown till he bites the apple
I was licking my lips till his Son come down
I'm chasing the crown, crown, I'm chasing the crown

I'm taking a turn in the right direction
By leaving his soul in the lost and found
I'm chasing the crown, I'm chasing the crown

I saw the tea float in Boston, I saw the live wire shock 'em
I made them float, I made them drown, chasing the crown
I laid the desert sands, I froze the polar caps
Well, they'd dry out, and I'd shout, "Hey, I'm chasing the crown"

Chasing the crown till he bites the apple
I was licking my lips till his Son come down
Chasing the crown, crown, I'm chasing the crown

I'm taking a turn in the right direction
By leaving his soul in the lost and found
I'm chasing the crown, chasing the crown

I'm chasing the crown till he bites the apple
I was licking my lips till his Son come down
I'm chasing the crown, crown, I'm chasing the crown

I'm taking a turn in the right direction
By leaving his soul in the lost and found
I'm chasing the crown, I'm chasing the crown

I built a wall in China, I sank an ocean liner
I've wrecked homes, I've burned thrones, chasing the crown
I've put thorns in your feet, I spread plague in the streets
I've sprung traps, confused maps, chasing the crown

I saw the tea float in Boston, I saw the live wire shock 'em
Made them float, made them drown, chasing the crown
I built a wall, I built a wall in China
I'm chasing the crown

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Jenny Says - Lyrics - Are You With Me? - Cowboy Mouth

Title: Jenny Says
Album: Are You With Me?
Artist: Cowboy Mouth
Composer(s): Fred Leblanc

Lyric:
I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
A dime's a nickel and a nickel's none
I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun

A summer Sunday when you went insane
You said you're going but I said I came
I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart
The ties that bind are tearing me apart

Jenny says, turn off the radio
Jenny says, turn off the lights
Jenny says, turn off the video
You beat yourself up to bring yourself down

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
When the world is coming down on me
I let it go

I got no reason for the things I say
She turned toward me then she turned away
There's lots of forces in a modern world
That take their toll upon a modern girl

I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
I'll press my finger on an itchy trigger
What once was small right now is so much bigger

Jenny says, turn off the radio
Jenny says, turn off the lights
Jenny says, turn off the video
You beat yourself up to bring yourself down

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
When the world is coming down on me
I let it go

I got no reason for the things I do
The dealer deals and then the dealer's screwed
You throw your cards upon a playing table
My name is Scain and I am now unable

I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
A dime's a nickel, a nickel's none
I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun

Jenny says, turn off the radio
Jenny says, turn off the lights
Jenny says, turn off the video
You beat yourself up 'cause you love it

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
When the world is coming down on me
I let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
When the world is coming down on me
I let it go

I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go, let it go

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Thank You - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Thank You
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Loren Lunnon

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Lyric:
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean
I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference
Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though?

First and foremost I gotta give praise
To the Lord above and His Almighty ways
Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits
And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it

I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so
When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe
Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know
Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow

My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door
When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor
Taught me the basic survival tools
Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school

Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades
And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away
Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street
We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek

In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks
Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke
Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream
Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean

So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few
One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew
To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told
A gem from my man unless more precious than gold

Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick
Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips
To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans
For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream

Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter
All original ryders and the generation after
The double R staff my thanks worth a million
And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin'

You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots
Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots
Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage
Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague

Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya
Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars
My man J pure for bringin' the heat right
And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights

Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners
Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters
Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A.
Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay

Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway
Or big nat and foot out in VA
It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle
Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown

Can't forget hometeam as high as I be
Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie
The club and mixtape DJ's that break records
'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records

Shouts out to the technicians they get props
Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops
Bob Collina, the only one to call
Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law

Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth
Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot
6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth
From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off

How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai?
Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my
Close associates that I love to see
School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E

Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows
To the rest of 176, tato
"Holla front dot com" go register today
Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J

Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop
Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot
My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound
Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down

And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax
Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack
T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal
Romero, baby you, R G and Neil

It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere
Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career
As for one oh six who they askin' about
Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch

And MTV for givin' advance warnings
John Singleton plus the chance at performin'
The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe
The truth, the lies, the layout in rides

For every write up forever in context
King magazine Elle girl and complex
To all the producers for providin' the beats
Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite

JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep
This is real hip hop be damned if I let
Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live
This one's for 954 and 305

All the way to 718 and 212
And if you ever showed love this one's for you
But I gota say thanks even those that hated
'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated

{You see, lot times
People dont appreciate the love and support
That they get from they family an' friends
Haters and all they are locked into but not me}

{See I never take none of that for granted
So I knew I had to take a moment
And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it
C'mon}

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

'Cause when I'm sure there is no me
Oh my cha I can't forget about you
I know when you make sinners down
You doin' a real good job on that

I know I probaly forgot a ton of people
But don't think that you know count it
Anyway you want, it's just that
It's a lot goin' on right now

I got my element
Little bit of Henessee left in my cup
No I don't even drink like that
I love ya, the rest is history baby

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

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Cities And Years - Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

Title: Cities And Years
Album: The Big Dirty
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novak, Andy Williams

Lyric:
Play with the bow at the bridge
Tune your voices to minor chords
This is the lowest we've ever been
Until we bend for the offering

We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe

We come strapped to the bed
On display from the duty of tour
Oh they picked up the signals
We tapped to the prisoners

Our sea legs were lost on the march
From the graves to the cross
We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart
Sing the rats through the gate

I was still in one piece
When they tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've slept
With thousands of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are milled to the sole
And our souls are skin and bones
If I'm but a stranger still
Just move the severed pieces around

So course is the world
We're going back and forth
And back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive
Play with the bow at the bridge

All the girls by the enemy line
All the girls by the enemy line

Woe, such remarkable woe
Hold sight of him
Hold sight of him
Point him out

I was still in one piece
When they tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've slept
With thousands of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are milled to the sole
And our souls are skin and bone
If I'm but a stranger still
Just move the severed pieces around

So course is the world
We're going back and forth
And back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

War come with us home
War come with us home
War come with us home
War come with us home

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A Hoax To Live For - Lyrics - New Medicines - Dead Poetic

Title: A Hoax To Live For
Album: New Medicines
Artist: Dead Poetic
Composer(s): Zachary Aaron Miles, Todd Osborn, Brandon Travis Rike, Chad John Shellabarger, Joshua Alan Shellabarger

Lyric:
You're all just staring, angry faces
Begging for a place to die.
Or I could leave you where you stand
Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all

And in this scene, I play the protagonist
And as well I play the opposed
Or I could leave you where you stand
All alone in the hall, your trap for the meantime

And you call this home
No home I've ever known
No home I've ever known

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all

This isn't war
But these are still battles
This isn't war
But these are still battles

This isn't war
But these are still battles
And battles make it all die out

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all

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My Plauge(New Abusive Mix) - Lyrics - Slipknot

Title: My Plauge(New Abusive Mix)
Artist: Slipknot
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, James Donald Root, Mickael Thomson, Paul D Gray, Corey Taylor, Craig A Jones, Michael Shawn Crahan, Sid Wilson, Chris Fehn

Lyric:
I'm in conniptions for the final act
You came here for the one derivative
You manage is the one I abhor
I need a minute to eliminate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that shit
You call a heart, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed, made to feel minuscule
When you consider the source it's kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know
About me is, that's all you'll ever know

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I wanna understand why but I'm hurting myself
I haven't seen alot reasons to stop it
I can't just drop it, I'm just a bastard
But at least I admit it, at least I admit it

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself, yeah

Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah
I can't fucking take it anymore
A snap of the synapse and now it's fucking war
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

Well, I know why you blame yourself
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you blame yourself
And I know why you blame yourself

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Way The Wind Blows - Lyrics - Snakes & Arrows - Rush

Title: Way The Wind Blows
Album: Snakes & Arrows
Artist: Rush
Composer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

Lyric:
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the dark ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition

Now it's come to this
Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Pray and pass the ammunition

So many people think that way
You gotta watch what you say
To them and them and others too
Who don't seem to see things the way you do

We can only grow the way the wind blows
On a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
In our elemental war

We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

Now it's come to this
Hollow speeches of mass deception
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Like crusaders in unholy alliance

Now it's come to this
Like we're back in the dark ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a plague that resists all science

It seems to leave them partly blind
And they leave no child behind
While evil spirits haunt their sleep
While shepherds bless and count their sheep

We can only grow the way the wind blows
On a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
In our elemental war

We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

Like a solitary pine
On a bare wind-blasted shore
We can only grow the way the wind blows
In our elemental war

We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

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Proceed Ii - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Proceed Ii
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Smart Abdul-Basit, Tarik Collins, Leonard Hubbard, Scott Spencer Storch, Ahmir K Thompson

Lyric:
Welcome to The Roots, The Roots

Check it, check it, Black Thought is in the house
And uhh, Malik B is in the house
We're groovin' out, yes in the house
Just get on the mic with your master plan

I can make you dance, I can make you shout
The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out
Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect
Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth

Rap extraordinary share me never ever
See through because I be true, Malik's together
Into X your cells till your brain vein swells
Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parallel

Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front
I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch
I always stand firm, under any term
My actions never squirm 'cuz my tracks is perm

I have a tendency to defend this MC
My residency is simply in sensei
I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot
It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it

My style is like a cat from a seventies flick
Talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick
Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray
When I talk this way, I do dismay

See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle
My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble
The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed
I sign off but I shall proceed

I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic

Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly
We could get fly that's the anthem of my
Crew not to glorify but it's sorta high
Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why

My man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate
Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape
To escape Metropolis is such a violent state
I spill words over pages, styles over phrases

From the world's different stages for crowds of different ages
Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah
Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over
Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids

Doin' bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought
I interface with bass when I communicate
Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of
Rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm

Therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore
I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore
The Roots'll keep it real for sure and I shall proceed

I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic
I shall, proceed and continue, to rock the mic

Rockin' on the microphone I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone I do this well
Rockin' on the microphone I do this well

The Roots, The Roots

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Rough Cut - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Rough Cut
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): Robert Diggs, Gary Grice

Lyric:
Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'Cuz anything you can do, I can do better
Your imagine material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's shook?

Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book
Who's spot you took? Duke off the hook
I'm from the land of the crook, life quit the end
Better known as the Brook, rather tape then lend

There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em

It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my career with no fear
That none of ya'll group can touch what's over here

These rough cut metal tapes
Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right
Or fuck with me on no night
Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show right

Yo, Justice, how many M.C.'s must get pistol whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
That's the penalty for poppin' that shit
Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip

Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip
You had the chance to advance
I'm sorry for the holes in your hip
Son, it's the way of the street merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam play the part of a fool

Now hear these jewels from a wise king
See what my eyes seen
Ten year supreme, the theme
We sizzle-line and triple cream
My grip'll off that digital bream, visual scene
Roll footage on your video screen

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we never fold
Snub react, GZA mack eliminate tracks
Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and black
Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap

Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief
Done killed more niggas than Jason in part 3
Stay Wu, on the graveyard and this label
Dum dums that battle 12 o'clock, now it's able

So what, looked up and made the bitches clap
That was because my style's clothes, not the raps
Ain't that shit, props for the clothing
Should of brought a mirror, 'cuz lyric wasn't rollin'

My rhymes is all that and yours ain't shit
And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy flicks of me
She said I was nigga celebrity
But I'm from the slums, with the bums drinkin' Hennesey

Take a sip of some Jamaican rum
Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums
When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it burns
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard Stern

These rough cut metal tapes
Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right
Or fuck with me on no night
Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show right

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Ghetto Vampire - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: Ghetto Vampire
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Derek K Barbosa, David Axelrod, Robert Stevens

Lyric:
I don't know, I just think that's hell exploitive
You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering
Icons in the urban community, I don't know
It's like you sucking 'em dry, what are you, some kind of a vampire
Or something? Yeah, yeah, that's what you are, what? Ahh, what?
A ghetto vampire, that's it

So, where'd all this come from? Think back
Try to remember, think back, try to remember
I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor
Lavishly spreading love that's all I remember

As time passes, I catches miracles He taught me
Everything except for some old man and breathe the breath of life
I tried, to just accept, He's my savior
But jealousy forced me into sacrilegious behavior

Enraged like I was no threat, I hated God's laughter
Waiting for the day the apprentice becomes the master
I'm cursed and damned, now to be a creature of the night
Un-living yet living off blood, fearer of the light

But I don't give a fuck, right, because I live forever
I see you all come and go and die and burn
And watch the world still turn, evil entity, time is resenting me
Thousands of years later, I must conceal my identity
A vampire

New heights, where it's so dark you need candlelights
To expose the black plague my left hand writes
Nights enveloping and developing pictures in your brain
Like a darkroom, in every monestary, where I spark boom

A cartoon style smile smirk, how's my emotionless killer clown
Synapse behaps relax the bastard black balloon
Nocturnal, high off the herbal, crowding back streets and projects
Illest nigga, coolest slang dialects
(Dialects)

Bite marks are what you feel if you're my victim
Poisons golden seal couldn't heal from your system
(From your system)
Nuts bust down the throats of mad crack heads
Fetal four-eye pleas, fuck it cops kill black kids

Sometimes, I wish I could stop the death the pain and the sin
But I'm fucked up create the libations that humans contain within
(Nasty)
After lightning strikes the steeple of your family church
I beg forgiveness from God but it never works

I know my soul ain't going to Heaven when I expire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
I slit your throat and watch you shake if I desire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Bear witness to the sins of wicked messiah
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
Who can I speak to? God is dead and the whole earth's on fire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Running from the sun by day it's become quite obvious
To the people surrounding me, I'm the wildest
Un-tamable, blood luster plus the high school yearbook photos
That I took in eighty-nine, show no sign of a face of mine
Intertwined my mind is a jungle full of cobwebs and tangled vines

And a glass mace even my closest friends are becoming afraid
Of how I, predicting what's happening and events
Prom dates found they're punctured, blood left pleading then lynched
That's just how I fucking express myself
When I consume your blood and leave you dead
Sorry, it's just to keep my health

Dark forces, police get nauseous from my trail of corpses
No stake through my heart, no Holy water and no priest with crosses
A woman's mind gets clouded by my handsome mannerisms
Listen obsessions bigger than Jackie Gleason's aneurysms

You caught up when my piercing eyes stare right through you
Stronger than the straightest greatest ancient Haitian voodoo
My unholy presence disturbs animals and children
Built a sacrificial altar behind an abandoned building

My sense of smell is heightened my sight is razor sharp
Serene that's Thorazine when I remove your beating heart
And then the blood starts, flowing
Now, I got your soul without you even knowing
Lying in a staircase covered in piss, body decomposing

I turn on sirens and I perpetuate gang violence
I'm the Devil that got Malcolm X sleeping in silence
Factual I poison anything that's natural
I kill love and I'm hope frozen up just like it's a statue

Vampires walk among us sucking life from our city
Keeping us in constant states of insecurity
The police watch 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire
The government check 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire

Churches and ministries, they know me, ghetto vampire
Niggaz slangin' that shit, they know me, ghetto vampire
Money hungry bitches, they know me, ghetto vampire
The whole school system, fucking ghetto vampires
The fucking media, they know me, ghetto vampires

Now, who's the vampire?

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You Can Do It Too - Lyrics - Pharrell Williams

Title: You Can Do It Too
Artist: Pharrell Williams
Composer(s): Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
My nigga you can do it too
Turn me up, turn me up, you can do it too
My nigga you can do it too, you can do it too
You can do it too, just tellin' you, ya know?

Aiyyo, never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of the PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick my head up
My dick is being sucked down by a bitch named 'What Now'

I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange star
Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel

I was a marching band, I was a skateboarder
Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water
Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders
You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take orders

I'm not dissin your job
But now you listen and nod
Some mount the limit shit
I know this position is odd

Don't gasp for air
You can turn blue
Look, accel nigga
Trust me you can do it

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too young love

I know niggaz are like there's no returning
When I bought that white five-fifth
So white that the coke heads just might try sniff
I ordered the Phantom Coupe, that's smoke pipe gray
And the interior was like crack white beige

At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page
I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh, well
Life's a bitch but not too extreme
Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam

I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin' my cream
I'm coming to America call me Prince Akeem, yessir
It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream
Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I've seen

These type of visions, since I's teen
I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine
Laughed with the class with the slightest clue
You be buying my shit and I be rappin' to you, but you can do it too

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too

I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude
Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you
He got robbed and it seems he has accused
He's frustrated and that it all he has is you

So things propel and things excel
And the next the a bing comes out the barrel
And my man they accused sittin' tight up in jail
Ironic he close my man Luke can hear him yell

I ain't do it but somebody dropped him flat
I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back
I got a call from Virginia grandma went back
The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat

See her body went down and her soul went up
She sent Angels around me so evil could not touch
I don't lie no more and I'm haunted when I fuck
Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah, you know what's up

The wires across and it's breeding a plague
The conscience is hungry and it's eating away
Trying to make sense of it, but it's speedy in vain
Up all night with the books and you read till the day

But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper
Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature
Never underestimate the things you do
Read your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too

Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fellas, don't be afraid to look up at the sky

Check it, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fellas, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My niggaz, don't be afraid to look up at the sky

Let me tell you story of my situation
Let me tell you story of my situation
Let me tell you story of my
Let me tell you story of my situation

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Krazy - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Krazy
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Jamarr Antonio Stamps

Lyric:
Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feelin' crazier than a motha fucka
I got bad ass in this motha fucka

Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh, yeah, it feels krazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Last year was hard, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall
Learn the right from wrong

They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless
Check it, you don't have to bump this but please respect it

I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded
Hennessey got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?

Sittin' in my car watch the stars and smoke
I came along way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'm a watch for snakes
They'll set you that a lover but it's hard today

I got the letter that she sent me
And I cried for weeks
This one came out when I tried to speak
All I heard was

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

One, two, three, four
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill.
Lookin' for a better way
My brothas and sistas, it's time to bail
'Cuz even thug niggas pray

Hopin' God hear me
I entered the game, look how much I change
I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face

When I gave her the keys to her own house
This your land, your only son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly

June 1 6 7 1
The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "Nigga get paid"
No one can understand me, the black sheep.
Outcasted from my family
Now packin' heat, I run the streets a young runaway
Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

God, help me out here, 'cuz I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cuz now it's like a strong prescription drug
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted

Something about the paper wit' the pictures of the presidents head
Damn it's like a motha fuckin' plague, it spreads, it's epidemic
Forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cuz it's cursed

Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die

Bottom line, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Dear life doin' right or dear life leavin' dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced but they can't even tell ya

Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
'Cuz they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin' time

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Feelin' fucked up in this bitch
Smoke half a ounce to the head
Drop the top, Indo. Hawaiian, Lansbread, Buddha
All that shit, I'm fucked up in this motha fucka

And Hennessey don't help and Hennessey don't help
Thug passion in this motha fucka
Makaveli the don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload, thee day theory

Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty
Doublized slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell

One time for my niggas on Death Row
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas livin' broke
One time for my niggas livin' broke

One time for my niggas in the jail cell
Wonder if it get me high, yeah

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No Time To Think - Lyrics - Street Legal - Bob Dylan

Title: No Time To Think
Album: Street Legal
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
In death, you face life with a child and a wife
Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls
You're a soldier of mercy, and you're cold and you curse
"He who cannot be trusted must fall"

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety
You fight for the throne and you travel alone
Unknown as you slowly sink
And there's no time to think

In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity
In secret, for pieces of change
The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange

Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss
In the valley of the missing link
And you have no time to think

Judges will haunt you, the country priestess will want you
Her worst is better than best
I've seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes
And I feel so depressed

China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality
Mercury rules you and destiny fools you
Like the plague, with a dangerous wink
And there's no time to think

Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you
Where the lion lies down with the lamb
I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later
But that's just the way that I am

Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality
But the magician is quicker and his game
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
And there's no time to think

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us
He's content when you're under his thumb
Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him
To survive it you play deaf and dumb

Equality, liberty, humility, simplicity
You glance through the mirror and there's eyes staring clear
At the back of your head as you drink
And there's no time to think

Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer
You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere

Mercury, gravity, nobility, humility
You know you can't keep her and the water gets deeper
That is leading you onto the brink
But there's no time to think

You've murdered your vanity, buried your sanity
For pleasure you must now resist
Lovers obey you but they cannot sway you
They're not even sure you exist

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism
Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws
And the sound of the keys as they clink
But there's no time to think

The bridge that you travel on goes to the Babylon girl
With the rose in her hair
Starlight in the east and you're finally released
You're stranded but with nothing to share

Loyalty, unity, epitome, rigidity
You turn around for one real last glimpse of Camille
'Neath the moon shinin' bloody and pink
And there's no time to think

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you
But no, you will not be deceived
Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt
You can give but you cannot receive

No time to choose when the truth must die
No time to lose or say goodbye
No time to prepare for the victim that's there
No time to suffer or blink and no time to think

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Nostradamus - Lyrics - Al Stewart

Title: Nostradamus
Artist: Al Stewart
Composer(s): Al Stewart

Lyric:
In the east the wind is blowing
The boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning
And their cries ring out to me

Oh, oh, oh, the more it changes
The more it stays the same
And the hand just re-arranges
The players in the game

Oh, I had a dream
It seemed I stood alone
And the veil of all the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone

A king shall fall and put to death
By the English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come
In the year of six and twenties three

An emperor of France shall rise
Who will be born near Italy
His rule shall cost his empire
Dear Napoloron his name shall be

From Castile does Franco come
And the Government driven out shall be
An English king seeks divorce
And from his throne cast down is he

One named Hister shall become
A captain of Greater Germany
No law does this man observe
And bloody his rise and fall shall be

Man, man, your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me

Man, man, your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me

In the new lands of America
Three brothers now shall come to power
Two alone are born to rule
But all must die before their hour

Two great men yet brothers not
Make the north united stand
Its power be seen to grow
And fear possess the eastern lands

Three leagues from the gates of Rome
A Pope named Pol is doomed to die
A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside
These are the signs I bring to you
To show you when the time is nigh

Man, man, your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me

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