The Son Never Shines - Lyrics - Flogging Molly

Title: The Son Never Shines
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
I saw her there fade from afar
Her hair gray charcoal takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile but her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face to that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep the soul's flickering light
Well, maybe it's then, she said, I'll see you again
'Cause the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

And we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home

Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home

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The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors) - Lyrics - Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly

Title: The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)
Album: Drunken Lullabies
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
I saw her there fade from afar
Her hair gray charcoal takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile but her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face to that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep the soul's flickering light
Well, maybe it's then, she said, I'll see you again
'Cause the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

And we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home

Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home

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Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines) - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Nasir Jones, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Corey Woods

Lyric:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son your beef is mine

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Know what I mean, have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya
I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse for the cops to discover

While I be dippin' in the range rover
All jeweled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin' to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante

Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked their ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah
But keep lettin' them small things slide and be a failure

If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely

Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, 'cause niggaz wanna toast me

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants

Tryin' to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real
'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi

Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten

On my road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin' place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy

You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' phat whips and livin' comfortably

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

A drug dealer's dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman

Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin'
New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse

Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin' us
Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin' to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you

Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin'

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
Playin' corners glancin' all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya

But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go

Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin' niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
For your nation, yeah

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Eye For An Eye - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Eye For An Eye
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Nasir Jones, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son your beef is mine

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Know what I mean, have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya
I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse for the cops to discover

While I be dippin' in the range rover
All jeweled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin' to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante

Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked their ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah
But keep lettin' them small things slide and be a failure

If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely

Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, 'cause niggaz wanna toast me

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants

Tryin' to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real
'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi

Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten

On my road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin' place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy

You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' phat whips and livin' comfortably

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

A drug dealer's dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman

Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin'
New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse

Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin' us
Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin' to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you

Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin'

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
Playin' corners glancin' all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya

But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go

Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin' niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
For your nation, yeah

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And Then There Was Silence - Lyrics - A Night At The Opera - Blind Guardian

Title: And Then There Was Silence
Album: A Night At The Opera
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Hans Juergen Kuersch, Andre Olbrich

Lyric:
Turn your head and see the fields of flames

(Don't move along)
He carries along
('Cause things they will go wrong)

From a distant place
(The end is getting closer)
He's on his way
(Day by day)

He'll bring decay
In shades of gray
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight

Since we've reached the point of no return
We pray for the starlight we wait for the moon
The sky is empty, alone in the unknown
We're getting nowhere

We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain
The sacred hall's empty and cold
The sacrifice made should not be done in vain
Revenge will be taken by Rome

We live a lie
Under the dying moon
Pale-faced laughs doom
Indulges in delight

It's getting out of hand
The final curtain will fall

Hear my voice
There is no choice
There's no way out
You'll find out

We don't regret it
So many men have failed but now he's
(Gone)
Go out and get it

The madman's head it shall be thine
We don't regret it
That someone else dies hidden in
(Disguise)

Go out and get it
Orion's hound shines bright

Don't you think it's time to stop the chase
Around the ring
Just stop running, running
Round the ring

Don't you know that fate
Has been decided by the gods?
Feel the distance, distance
Out of reach

Welcome to the end
Watch your step, Cassandra, you may fall
As I've stumbled on the field
Find myself in darkest places
(Sister mine)

Find myself drifting away
(Death's a certain thing)
And the other world
The other world appears

Find myself she dies in vain

I cannot be freed, I'm falling down
As time runs faster, moves towards disaster
The ferryman will wait for you, my dear

And then there was silence
Just a voice from the other world
Like a leaf in an icy world
Memories will fade

Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone, will my weary soul find
Release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall
The newborn's death
Would be a blessing to us all

Good choice? Bad choice?
Out of three you've chosen misery

Power and wisdom you deny
(Bad choice, bad choice)

War is the only answer
When love will conquer fear

So the judgment's been made
To the fairest the graceful says
Badly he fails

(Warning)
Fear the heat of passion, father king
(Don't let him in, don't let her in)
Desire, lust, obsession
Death they'll bring
(We can't get out once they are in)

She's like the sunrise
Outshines the moon at night
Precious like starlight
She will bring in a murderous price

(In darkness grows the seed of man's defeat)
Jealousy
(I can clearly see the end now)
I can clearly see the end now
I can clearly see the end now

(The thread of life is spun)
The coin's been placed below my tongue

Never give up, never give in
Be on our side so we can win
Never give up, never give in
Be on out side

(Old moon's time)
Is soon to come

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
We'll face the storm
Created by a man

Roar, roar, roar, roar
Troy
(Troy, Troy, Troy)
And as the lion slaughters man
I am the wolf and you're the lamb

(Hallowed)
Troy will fall round the walls
Faith is shattered, bodies fall

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
It's all for one and one for all
We live for will be wiped out

I feel that something's
(Wrong)
Surprise, surprise they're gone

Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept out of sight
We live, misty tales and poems lost
(We die)
All the bliss and beauty will be gone

Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)

Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)

(Roam in darkness)
(We will be lost if you truly believe)
(Roam in darkness)
Troy in darkness

(There's a cold emptiness in our hearts)
That they've gone away
(And)
Won't come back

They'll tear down the wall to bring it in
They'll truly believe in the lie
Lie, lie

With blossoms
They'll welcome the old foe

The vision's so clear
When day and dream
Unite the end is near
You better be prepared

The nightmare shall be over now
There's nothing more to fear
Come join in our singing
And dance with us now

The nightmare shall be over now
There's nothing more to fear
The war it is over forevermore

No hope
The blind leads the blind
Carry on
Though future's denied

Mare or stallion
There's far more inside
We are in at the kill
We'll cheerfully die

Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
(Will)
My weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end
(Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the
(Way)
In decay, the flame of Troy will shine bright

Holy light shines on

So the judgment's been made
We're condemned
Though the trial's far ahead

The crack of doom, Father
Your handsome son is heading home

Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
(Out of mind)

Carries news from a distant shore
(Can't get it)
(Still the wind blows, calm and silent)
(Out of mind)

(Carries news from a distant shore)
(Can't get it out of my head)
(Can't get it out of mind)
(Can't get it out of my head)

Sorrow and defeat
Sorrow and defeat

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Ra - Mic Stance - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - Mic Stance
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Aaron Phillip

Lyric:
Yeah, Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Yo, you know how I do son
Yeah, so why don't you
Get on this mic and represent one time

Some MC's you know they artificial
Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
Lyrics run right through your tissues
Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller

How my sound rounds could bill-a
Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault
Intertwinin', alignin' wit the timin' enterprisin', uprisin' surprisin'

Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips
My ink hits from backyards to basements
Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick

Superbly, my words be like third degree
Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be
It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry
My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be
Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer
Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do

Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough, lyrical warrior
The body of the life force
Microphone check one two

Mic stance, starts the illustration
As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
Split my drink up your nation but never cleanin' it up
Stainin' it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup

I'm usin' fake MC's for target practice
To usurp your experts will be my best work
I'm takin' stripes, might snipe ya 'cause I'm hyper
Will incite the shit too loose I'll make it tighter

Flowin' on and on like I was nylon
Sounds gong, check it, brook-nom to saig-gong
My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat
Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions

I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms
You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens
Lion of Judah type style and you're forgiven

I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate
You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait
Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes
And breeze by on the mic, like ez passes

Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two

Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two, one two

I'm kinda killin' a, willin' a, instillin' a, billin' a
Yo, yo you talkin' MC's, ain't nothin' similar
Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya
Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya

A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it
Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it
Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked
Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it

Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific
Lyrical typhoon crossin' the pacific
Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it
Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it

Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin' that the surge hits
Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic
Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy
Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster
Earthquake type telepathy, yeah, one two how we do

Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two

Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two, one two, one two, two

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I Thank You Lord - Lyrics - Rebecca St. James

Title: I Thank You Lord
Artist: Rebecca St. James
Composer(s): Greg Nelson, Bob Farrell

Lyric:
It's a hurry up world and my days go flying by
But I don't want to forget to thank You for my life
And in my blindness You give eyes to see
That in my struggle You will fight for me
So from my heart I've got to say

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

Long before I was born, I belonged to You alone
You have always been there, I was never on my own
I feel Your presence in my darkest hour
When I am weakest then I know Your power
You are the light that shines in me

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

Nobody cares for me like You
'Cuz nobody loves the way You do
You're faithful and true
You saw me drowning and You rescued me
You know I've got to say

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Father for the gift of Your son
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You Jesus for the things You have done
(I thank You, Lord)
I thank You spirit for the peace that is here in my heart

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Ear Drums Pop(Remix) - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Ear Drums Pop(Remix)
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): E Schrody, Michael Perretta, D A Jr Johnson, J Smith, Rakaa Taylor, Joey Chavez, J Green

Lyric:
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples

Watch your ear drums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear drums pop, pop
Got this rap shit locked

Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed
Changed, changed, changed

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery
I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected
So gimmie mines and meet your death wish
Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond
My mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers
Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop to catch you up close
Dead on the spot, there goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward
Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands
I'll conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience, y'all
MC Iriscience
Rakaa you don't rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you want it, then come and get it
I'm like Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent
You're a target if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class traveler

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site
Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue tray
Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein
With Planet Asia, Defari and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast
Joey Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that shit back to the lab

Man, listen
From L.A. and it's finest
Defari

They wanna jack who step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari
I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated
So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin' on a star but you lookin' at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun
Pro sport with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control

I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act Shady
I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker wood status
I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin' here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your panties
For the world to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist, catalyst
Scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist
You must be crazy or just plain dumb
You might catch a beat down, now where I come from
It's like that

Crescent Heights, get the name right
You know my mothafuckin' name

Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles
Analyze this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got your stupid ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' your tongue, bleedin'
What is it that you're really needin'?
Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in
Take into consideration with every situation that you're facin'
Analyze the operation

What's the function?
Who does the label work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this
That's why every move is documented
It's the unprecedented rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height, violated

76 born bomb lyricist
Evidence got another sound mission

Yo y'all, my shit is timeless
A clock with no hands, a hourglass with no sand
My life span's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon
I've started their path but what I've said just passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose
To rise to occasions with hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink
Open all flows in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass confusion
You just entered the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate

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Tell Me - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Tell Me
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips, A Laverne

Lyric:
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

There she lays, never the nonsense the mood to watch her focus on a
Slide so she can ride the man who's born to be sextified
Study my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brands
When power lands the sister had other plans

The plot is set for her to wed giver her dad's permission
To marry the next boss in line in his position
Overprotective, the objective is never to leave her
Taking the street, who pack the heat, now meet the black Caesar

Bought her diamonds and furs, silky jammies isn't hers
But deep down I think a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping the tears she pulls over by the playground

Clearing her vision, spots a game through the schoolyard fence
Sneakers squeaking, ball bouncing, looking so intense
And since her hobby was photography with nothing to do
Cool, she takes a flick or two

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around the town
Her mommy shopping, daddy dealing, leaving night all time around
For her to execute her a level to break the family ties
To gamble her future on the love, murder, money, and lies

Watch out, the woman's about to love and claim her king
So she drove up in the ghetto looking to do her thing
Checking the brothers going crazy when the car skirts by the flow
I keep it real and peep it all from my window

So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door
The second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub water
Every way she represented made sense to me
When black is out of state, building spots, making lucci

The wind blows the candles, now the moon shines on my chest
But nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast
But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em
I think she'd better tell 'em

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

The blackest of the seeds to dawn stepping with two briefcases
For my son you bless your people when you conquer like Cannibal
When I was about your age, I ran the numbers for money
I'm picturing him and John Gotti hanging in the study

I grew to be large in Crooklyn with your daddy back in the day
We were ready to take Harlem before he passed away
Women and booze, the weapon I choose then was truly major
I'm ringside with Don King when Ali fought Frazier

Scars and metals, when the mob settles I was flexing
My daughter was born so I called the X for some direction
Your father's words are like the bible to black
But beware, he came barging in your room and you wasn't there

You let your mind wander, a taste and face the search party
Left the grounds fully loaded with the tre pound
They come in deep on the creep to find you and me
'Cause you can't stop destiny

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real

Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
Tell me, how you feel?
It's time to get down and do this for real
And get down and get down

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Daddy - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Daddy
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Greg Green, Seon Thomas, Diane Warren, Jame

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Lyric:
Daddy?
Daddy?

Daddy?
Damn man, this is crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin' around, it's crazy
I'd do anything, man, anything
Life is precious, remember that
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I just had a newborn
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong
I'm happy now, I'ma daddy now
I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around
We ain't never get to ball out kid
I was young, the game caught him before I did, but
Back to you, son, as for you, son
I'd do any and everything, that's the truth, son

From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough
To dirty your Nike's up, I'm your clean up man
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung
Reach for the phone, call me up, son
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you
I'll bury a block for you, I'll let go every shot for you
And I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile
Look at his face, it's just like mine, wow
Damn, this kid shines
Authority and priorities, this kid's mine, so
That means I gotta beat him if I have to
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight
No screws loose, no loose screws
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect
'Cause when you gone, boy, that's all you got left

You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candies
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider
But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you
When there's a problem, man, I'm just looking out for you
I ain't talking, man, I'm just pulling out for you
The Ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you
And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I raise you up in the sky, like behold
The only thing greater than I, you, my greatest achievement
Fuck a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it
Without you I can't make or succeed shit
I can't think, I can't wake up and eat shit
You the reason that I'm breathin'
And I will stop at any moment to see this

Child live a better life, wow, it's a better life
But you better throw down if you ever fight
Like Rocky do, don't be no punk
When it's time to get up and put on your boxing shoes
You lace 'em up tight, you fall, get up fight
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours
So you just keep handling yours

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

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U Not Like Me - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: U Not Like Me
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz wanna shine like me, rhyme like me
Then walk around with a 9 like me
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
You heard that? That mean run
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at your car

From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hoes be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn,won't learn

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Moma said,
"Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan"
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, 'cause I don't fear man
'Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with two doors

32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'm the one

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block,you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me? You wanna know me?
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin' in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blow

I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin' starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin' you watchin' me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Not like me
We've got nothin' in common

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No Doubt - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: No Doubt
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, L Starling, Jamal Grinnage, Christopher Charity, Eric Murry

Lyric:
Kick ass, nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah, Hit Squad Firing Squad
Nine, eight, shit

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

It's Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Another new year I got my crew here, let's get it on
Miggity make money, money, yo, son, I got the bomb
See me swervan, through the urban
Black Suburban, puffing urban, wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

See I'm learnin', while I'm earnin'
Rapidly firin', like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin'
Who wanna get stuck up or get fucked the fuck up?
Blucka, blucka blowe, bitch, nigga your lucks up

Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out, thug out, but rub out
Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit I set it for real when I bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
We represent the Ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house
Now your facing a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the line dude

Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here, it's rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every fucking where
It's unfucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Say hello to the bad guy, excuse me as I grab my N U Ts
No need to ask why, we blow the spot up
Hit 'em with the uncut raw
Could be somewhat more advance with the product

You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
First family style, its deep, you catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from these streets

See my higgity hard times that bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

See him in the next life 'cause that's where were gon' meet again
And if it goes down then you gon' bleed again
Any ground I roam, I stand on it
Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

Yeah, so let's expand on it, put my mans on it
Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it
The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad
We billin', ya, killin' ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

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Ghetto Child - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

Title: Ghetto Child
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Tyler, Mary C Brockert, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?
HUHShe take you out of the street
Cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world, and we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
Trying to make it to mars

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

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Sunshine - Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Title: Sunshine
Album: Stakes Is High
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason, Lionel B., Jr. Richie, David Jolicoeur, Thomas Francis Mcclary

Lyric:
High on sunshine, lighting my way

And yes y'all, you are about to build witness
From the lands of Long Island
Taking you to the sky's survival
I am your captain, ain't no lie
On this endless journey

To envisions, to broaden your outer visions
To where you never been before
It's just a one night trip to love
Sun shining forever and forever sun shines

Yo, leaving lasting impressions like cuts to flesh
Be that crew from the five one six point of view
With skills so tight, they the rhymes of a vagina
Them clits will turn into a diamond, the level of rhyming

Pressure comes from lessor forms than me and my man
And we go back like life created from um, specks of sand
And there's money to be made 'cause Caucasians are paid
Only brothers who rhyme, seek bounce and catch balls

Plug 1 with them rhymes making your heart stall
Like them girls when you in they room when they man calls
It ain't nothing but the thing wonder why can bring
As we come to the bring the pain everyone will sing

De La is the crew that you must hear
But please don't rush the stage
'Cause even though them stakes are really high
We're really not here to race

We're just here to move your mind and soul
With perpetuated ease
It's just about the show until it's time to go
And get with the young ladies because

I'm on traveling to places that the eye can't see
But kinder 'cause yo' strife don't mean a thing to me
Throwing me criminal looks, y'all need to get in the books
And drop some water in your melon, 'stead of acting like a felon

Aiyo son, who you telling? I'd make a mil if it was up to me
But since it ain't I teach my seed to bank hard
And thank God, I smoke a substance of a different kind
Catch me tripping on earth when I'm high off sunshine

Down right to dirt, wonder why it makes it work
With access to talent like Caucasians to yellow cabs
With an Arab driver
I liven parties with marvelous conviction

Ain't no friction when life claims them victims to be wrecked
Such dried up funds best believe that the life is trife
'Cause the gun made a man outta pussy's from around my way
Who usually wouldn't have a fucking thing to say

Last year's hard rocks are now petrified boulders
And L.I.'s finest is moving yo' necks at shows
The anthem of this guy has a place in yo' eye
So you can be blessed to see in 3d double-e

De La is the crew that you must hear
But please don't rush the stage
'Cause even though them stakes are really high
We're really not here to race

We're just here to move your mind and soul
With perpetuated ease
It's just about the show until it's time to go
And get with the young ladies because

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What She Sees In Me - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: What She Sees In Me
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Chuck Jones, Jimmie Ritchey

Lyric:
Thirty-one and six foot even she still looks at me and sees
Her wide eyed boy, six years old reachin' for her hand to hold
She still tells me, "Wipe your feet son, wash your hands, it's time to eat"
She believes she's heaven-sent to protect my long lost innocence

What she sees in me is nothing but the best
In her eyes I'll never be anything less
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest
If only I could always be what she sees in me

This ain't the paradise I promised her it's just a slice of life
With an average man honest work with calloused hands
And it bothers me I can't deliver all the things I swore I'd give her
But she looks into my eyes like life with me is some kind of prize

What she sees in me is nothing but the best
In her eyes I'll never be anything less
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest
If only I could always be what she sees in me

Three years old and two foot four each day when I walk through the door
She runs to me and holds me tight and in her eyes there shines a light
That reaches to the deepest part of all that's good inside my heart
The places that are kind and true and I know I must live up to

What she sees in me is nothing but the best
In her eyes I'll never be anything less
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest
If only I could always be what she sees in me

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Sun 4 The World - Lyrics - Rabbit Don't Come Easy - Helloween

Title: Sun 4 The World
Album: Rabbit Don't Come Easy
Artist: Helloween
Composer(s): Andreas Deris, Sascha Gerstner

Lyric:
Forty million years ago
There was a boy called Leif
His skin was gray, his eyes were red
The tentacles counted five

Grown up in a normal house
His parents beloved son
There never was the slightest sign
He'd be the chosen one

Leif
(No)
Help us
(No)
Shelter us

He turns into the sun 4 the world
Sun 4 the world
What would I say
(What would I say)
Would it be me, my friend

Down on Earth, we see a star
Dying in it's light
Then suddenly it all explodes
A new sun shines with Leif

Leif
(No)
Help us
(No)
Shelter us

He turns into the sun 4 the world
Sun 4 the world
What would I say
(What would I say)
Would it be me

Sun 4 the world
Sun 4 the world
What would you do
(What would you do)
Would it be you, my friend

Leif, help us
Shelter us

He turns into the sun 4 the world
Sun 4 the world
What would I say
(What would I say)
Would it be me

Sun 4 the world
Sun 4 the world
What would you do
(What would you do)
Would it be you, my friend

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