The Soul Is The Rock - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: The Soul Is The Rock
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow
Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyone's sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The sea is the space which the rock has displaced
The mind is some stranger that some soul has embraced
And somewhere between, in a no-man's land of dreams
The heart becomes the soldier yet the rock is not redeemed

Say what you like to, do what you can
Live like a sheep, die like a lamb
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and the rock will always roll
In circles 'round the sun doing rings around the pole
When the mind is not sure what the heart will do next
The rock becomes the master and the road becomes what's left

Late one night when the moon shone down
We went to the mill on the edge of the town
She wore white, I wore black
The town was sleeping when we got back

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and the rock will not be harmed
Though man must be cheated just as women must be charmed
And the mind is the light for the heart which cannot see
The soul becomes the stranger but the rock will always be

V-8
Say what you like to, do what you do
Everyone's sleeping now two by two
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Oh Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock
Rain on the rock

The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed yet nothing is disproved
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow

And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow

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In The House - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: In The House
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Roberto Odindo, Corey Penn, Peter O Phillips, George Duke

Lyric:
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function
And if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City
Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beach fronts
To lit blunts, now all agreed we're sippin' OJ with the Dom P

Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified
CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide
You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what?
I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt

Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets
'Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet
Splash, and let me do my thing 'til it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready

'Cause all my children got one life to live
But knockin' wifey out the box is clearly a negative
I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears
And all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce 'em in the house y'all

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again
Copycats and rug rats, sit back and watch a champion
It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop
So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile

Now umm, it's the original funky chicken tactic
I run game on your brain for the fame 'cause I'm active
You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it
I'm pullin' your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it

It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost
From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose
You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream
Rugged Bro Soul on the scene

A.K.A. the funk doer, numero uno, that means
Number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout
It's all about "Who's in the House?" With the funk

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin' up spots ever since little tots
When the dust settle I'm packin' heavy metal plenty
The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry

It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in
Body rockin' to keep the ladies flockin' with a concoction
Rippin' your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse

My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train 'em
And scar 'em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
Vibe to position, never runnin' out of ammunition
Now to the heart, I'm steppin' with a concealed weapon

Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin' nowadays
East side kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay
I'm lettin' off on anybody tryin' to steal my DJ

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

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Planet Rock - Lyrics - Afrika Bambaataa

Title: Planet Rock
Artist: Afrika Bambaataa
Composer(s): John Miller, Florian Schneider, Karl Bartos, Ralf Hutter, John Robie, Emil Schult, Ellis Williams, Robert Allen, Kevin Donovon, Arthur Baker

Lyric:
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force, can y'll get funky?
The Zulu Nation, can y'll get funky?

Ya, Just hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me

Just start to chase your dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream

We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both headed all for the disco

The DJ plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic, poof
Bump, bump, bump, get bump with some flash, people

Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

The Soul Sonic Force, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day

As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Be what you be, so be

Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop

You're in a place where the nights are hot
Where nature's children dance and set a chance
On this Mother Earth, which is our rock

The time has come and work for soul, show you really got soul
Are you ready hump, bump, bump, get bump, now let's go, house

Twist and turn, [Incomprehensible]
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
You gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin', work it all around the clock
Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic Force

You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance
It's time to chase your dreams

Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Everybody say, shock it and pop it
Everybody say, ich me sun chi

Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot
Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot

So twist and turn, then you let your body glide
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

So hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me

Every piece of the world
Rate the message of the worlds
All men, women, boys, and girls, hey our Planet Rock is superb
Get on it

You got the groove, move, shak, undi, shak, undi, shak
Feel the groove, feel it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down, bring it low, close to the ground

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop

Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

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Rock N Roll - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Rock N Roll
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Smith, Lester Fernandez

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Lyric:
Make me wanna holla, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll, alert the squad
Rock and roll

My grand momma was raised on a reservation
My great grandmomma was from a plantation
They sang songs for inspiration
They sang songs for relaxation
They sang songs to take their minds up off that
Fucked up situation

I am, yes I am the descendant, yes
Of those folks whose backs got broke
Who fell down inside the gun smoke

Black people, chains on they ankles and feet
I am descendants of the builders of your street
Black people, tenders to your cotton money
I am Hip-Hop

It's heavy metal for the black people
I am, rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock n' roll, been here forever
They just ain't let you know

I said, Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Chuck Berry is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that style on they own

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul, hell no
Little Richard is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that shit on they own

Guess that's just the way shit goes
You steal my clothes and try to say they yo's, yes they do
'Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Tryin' to take everything that you made or control, there they go

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock and roll, damn right
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they ain't the first place the credit belongs

Say whoa, oh don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh Jimi Hendrix say oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh Albert King and oh wee oh
And Motown

I ain't tryin' to diss, but I don't be tryin' to fuck with Limp Bizkit
The fuck is on your mind, when I get down in my zone
I be rockin' Bad Brains and Fishbone
I ain't tryin' to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm tryin' to move

I don't turn on Korn to get it on
I be playin' Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond, sittin' up on my front lawn
Got the volume turned to ten
Playin' Albert King the best again, black

When the mornin' in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some rock and roll
Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

I say, James Brown got plenty of soul
James Brown like to rock and roll
He can do all the shit fo' sho'
That Elvis Presley could never know, black people

Said, Kenny G ain't got no soul
John Coltrane is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

Say whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, don't take it, oh wee oh
Black music, whoa, oh, oh, oh, alert the squad

Who am I? Get your punk ass up
Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But everything they did they stole

Elvis Presley ain't got no soul
Bo Diddley is rock and roll
You may dig on The Rolling Stones
But we send they punk ass home

Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll

Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I?

Say, rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll
Who am I? Rock and roll

Get your punk ass up, company, move
For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit, Chicago
Bed-Stuy, Flatbush, Brownsville

East New York, Newark, New Jersey
Illadelphia, Cincinatti, Atlanta, the Dirty South
All towns, get your punk ass up
Rock and roll for the black people, hi ma

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Soul Brother #1 - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Soul Brother #1
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Peter Phillips, Leroy Bonner, Henry David Anadon, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Norman B Napier, Gregory Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
He's a sweet Soul Brother
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Here comes the soul, soul, soul
Here comes the soul

Soul Brother # 1, here I come on the new tip
Nestle coated right, 'cause I'm rich thick and chocolate
Plug up any mic I'll bet you Pete Rock'll spark it
Hons always ask what's the bulge in my pocket?

I tell 'em, papes, I rock them top to bottom
Never hesitate to say, "Mmm, I got them"
Oppressed on the hillside, over on the chill-side
Of town, so let's get down

Funky is the word describe this brother on a soul mission
Hookin' rugged joints, more soul than the soul kitchen
CL doesn't scratch, so I won't leave you itchin'
White people even say, Pete Rock is bitchin'

Harder than the hardest, odder than the oddest
I guess that's just because I'm smarter than the smartest
So back up, clear the path hon, 'cause here I come
Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother

I hit harder than a kick, quick to scoop a chick
When it comes to skinz, Pete Rock got it thick
I'm not your average, everyday, one-two to the beat
And don't stop, bust the shit I drop

New style for the 90's Pete Rock's a trend setter
I'd just be lyin' if I said there's someone better
You can ask Greta, Greta with the red Jetta
Honey, did me lovely and I'm glad that I met her

I come style after style, sucker M.C.'s try to swallow
But them seem to say my style's too hard to follow
So just raise your hand and give praise to the # 1 Soul Brother
Who keeps the crowd in a daze

Pete rock and CL Smooth and if it ain't our groove
Then you might not move
Remember, 'cause there's no need to worry none
Yo, Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother

Nuff respect to my man Grand Puba
Nuff respect to my man Bizmarkie
Nuff respect to my man CL Smooth
Nuff respect to EPMD

I'm like high octane with everything to gain
Those who try to step to this can catch pain
I keep a mag in the trunk of my jag, in case some punk fag
Wants to catch one bad

Soul Brother # 1 and I didn't come to riff
The finesse I possess will make the hardest unstiff
I'm full of motivation handle any situation
Hon said, I'm so smooth they should call me lubrication

Mr. Splendor, a good back bender
Honies always say, Pete love me tender
Call on Pete Rock, CL Smooth if you want the job done
Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother

He's a sweet Soul Brother

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#1 Soul Brother - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: #1 Soul Brother
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Peter Phillips, Leroy Bonner, Henry David Anadon, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Norman B Napier, Gregory Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
He's a sweet Soul Brother
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul
Here comes the soul, soul, soul
Here comes the soul

Soul Brother # 1, here I come on the new tip
Nestle coated right, 'cause I'm rich thick and chocolate
Plug up any mic I'll bet you Pete Rock'll spark it
Hons always ask what's the bulge in my pocket?

I tell 'em, papes, I rock them top to bottom
Never hesitate to say, "Mmm, I got them"
Oppressed on the hillside, over on the chill-side
Of town, so let's get down

Funky is the word describe this brother on a soul mission
Hookin' rugged joints, more soul than the soul kitchen
CL doesn't scratch, so I won't leave you itchin'
White people even say, Pete Rock is bitchin'

Harder than the hardest, odder than the oddest
I guess that's just because I'm smarter than the smartest
So back up, clear the path hon, 'cause here I come
Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother

I hit harder than a kick, quick to scoop a chick
When it comes to skinz, Pete Rock got it thick
I'm not your average, everyday, one-two to the beat
And don't stop, bust the shit I drop

New style for the 90's Pete Rock's a trend setter
I'd just be lyin' if I said there's someone better
You can ask Greta, Greta with the red Jetta
Honey, did me lovely and I'm glad that I met her

I come style after style, sucker M.C.'s try to swallow
But them seem to say my style's too hard to follow
So just raise your hand and give praise to the # 1 Soul Brother
Who keeps the crowd in a daze

Pete rock and CL Smooth and if it ain't our groove
Then you might not move
Remember, 'cause there's no need to worry none
Yo, Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother

Nuff respect to my man Grand Puba
Nuff respect to my man Bizmarkie
Nuff respect to my man CL Smooth
Nuff respect to EPMD

I'm like high octane with everything to gain
Those who try to step to this can catch pain
I keep a mag in the trunk of my jag, in case some punk fag
Wants to catch one bad

Soul Brother # 1 and I didn't come to riff
The finesse I possess will make the hardest unstiff
I'm full of motivation handle any situation
Hon said, I'm so smooth they should call me lubrication

Mr. Splendor, a good back bender
Honies always say, Pete love me tender
Call on Pete Rock, CL Smooth if you want the job done
Soul Brother # 1

# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother
# 1 Soul Brother, # 1 Soul Brother

He's a sweet Soul Brother

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Word Is Bond - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Word Is Bond
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Malcolm Duncan, Stephen Ferrone, Derek Murphy, Hamish Stewart, Roger Ball, Lorenzo Dechalus, Alan Gorrie, Owen Mcintyre

Lyric:
Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
Peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin' back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G O D, my delivery is C O D

Word is bond and bond is life
We got it goin' on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight
They wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin' the effects of the smoke

More cash to smash to make the blunt last
Fill it with hash till it pass, don't even ask in the flat
Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
Somebody must've passed, we're makin' your ass drip into the stands

Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
And receive somethin' more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
Clock wax like crack, samplin' from old stacks
That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe
We kick the funky tunes with a burst

Sun, moon and star, Sunbumba Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice
Wit out sippin' on Bacardi and ice

The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate

And by fakin' I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid
If the money ain't made, talkin' millions
But spendin' penny's and gettin' cheap shoes from Kenny's

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Now let's take time out to say peace to the Gods
Bust how I release 'cos this beat is hard
We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel

I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
I drive a garbage truck and not give a
I need to earn a buck four-a-year
I'm thru with buyin' wild gear
Just somethin' I can wear, somethin' fly when I'm there

Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold
I told their ass to chill and they're still cold
Frozen 'cos they're not amongst the chosen one
Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake

As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
All felonies can go, as long as you know
Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
We always work with a plan

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

Word is bond, we got it goin' on
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot

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Ghetto Show - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Ghetto Show
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Lonnie Lynn, David West

Lyric:
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Black magic in the hood, it's tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even what's bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show

Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushin' children
Fiends lips peelin', shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great

My man peels weight, so we can fill plates
You might get love but you still feel hate
Through and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate

If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a record with common sense

'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shoot you where they used to shoot the fair

Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talkin' about, from New York to the South
Take off your shoes when you walk in the house

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Yo, I grew up where they're playin' skele in the parkin' lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see them bars a lot

I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we have to express the part of ourselves
That make us want to martyr ourselves

It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up
And put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more

A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, servin' from their grandmother's house

Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the deficit
Times and lessons get hard, either get by or get God
But you try to get by, it's like the block keep blockin'

You try to make moves, it's like the car just keep stoppin'
We shorties in the court, need Cochran, yea
I tell them why the weed seeds poppin', in the game you need options
No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

It's the, it's like the world is ghettos, ghettos 'round the world
Be rockin' for the universe and the world, yea
For me personally I feel like, you know I see
I travel from city to city, state to state
Heavy rock gold and check out, the hood
You know I'm sayin' it's like the ghetto show

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Ray'S Rockhouse - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Ray'S Rockhouse
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Ray Charles, Jon Hendricks

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Lyric:
Ray's rock house, that's my joint
House of soul, git my point
We don't care what's your dues
Come in here, lose yo' blues

When trouble comes a-knockin'
Everything looks better while yo' rockin'
You don't notice trouble while yo' rockin'

Rock
Let's rock! That's what we're offerin' you
Let's rock! That's what we wanted to do
Let's rock! Rock all yo troubles away
Let's rock! Rock till the dawnin' of day
Let's rock! Rock house is ready to roll
Let's rock! Rock house is good fo the soul

Every Saturday night there's a scene
That's a part of the fun
Mrs. Tucker will enter the joint
In a search for her son

Every Saturday night he sneaks out
Leavin' her in the lurch
But she's lookin' to bring him on home
'Cause tomorrow is church

She really hates the rock house
She's sure the Devil is in control here
Nothin' but rock 'n' roll here

Lady who got a lotta rockin' to do
Swing, whatta yo waitin' for
We got plenty of soul for you

Everybody gotta loosen your hip
Do a few rolls, wait till yo' feel yo' back slip
Then yo rockin', rock!

Rock
Let's rock! That's what we're offerin' you
Let's rock! That's what we wanted to do
Let's rock! Rock all yo troubles away
Let's rock! Rock till the dawnin' of day
Let's rock! Rock house is ready to roll
Let's rock! Rock house is good fo the soul

Sisters of the flock house
Ain't got no business comin' to the rock house
All the people in here are all in to sin in here
Of this there's no doubt
That's why Miz' Tucker is pullin' Sam out

Rock
Let's rock! That's what we're offerin' you
Let's rock! That's what we wanted to do
Let's rock! Rock all yo troubles away
Let's rock! Rock till the dawnin' of day
Let's rock! Rock house is ready to roll
Let's rock! Rock house is good fo my soul

So good
Every day I go to rock
Every day

I feel good
Every day I go to rock
Every day

You know I go to rock
I go to roll, I go to rock
I go to rock, I go to roll
I go to rock, I go to roll

Every day I go to rock

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Sweet Chariot - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Sweet Chariot
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Paul Hardy Kennerley, Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
Oh, my darlin'
I have searched the desert and the sky
Just to find you
And take the mourning from my eyes

When I lost you
I suffered and you were sanctified
We are all born to live
We are all bound to die

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Oh, my children
Sorrow shall come to each of us
All our trials
Will soon lay buried in the dust

Long forgotten
But quick as silver turns to rust
Love is found
When the heart is lost

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not

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The Basement - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: The Basement
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Nick Dida, Dwight Myers, Rob Odindo, Corey Brent Penn, Peter O Phillips, Winston Delano Riley

Lyric:
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby
That's right, this is called, 'The Basement'
And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the basement

The basement, put the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement, next we got, a special guest
I ain't gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap along

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a black man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat
I wonder who this is comin' up?

Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the U.S. states, even London

Past and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the basement

That's right, crazy funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes beats in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at six block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix

I get deeper than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where I dwell
Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, baby pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover, everybody
[Inaudible]

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Lo - Evening News - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Evening News
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Johnny Dankworth, Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
And now, the night time

Late in the evening, there is the thieving and the trickin'
And the trappin' and they ain't actin'
We make it happen, we'll get the guns on anyone's
And get to clappin' even for rappin'

Does it surprise ya? We'll readjust
And reconcile and recognize up that I'm a writer
Oh yes I write up, now open wide
And let me put the night inside ya

This is music usually confused with major motion picture
No one is stricter about it being status for scripture
No put on your gut is goin', you're wearin' what don't fit ya
You better run little one, 'cause the rhythm's gonna getcha

And when it hits ya, it usually hits somebody with ya
Make 'em risk a total eclipse of sun to get richer
Baby, a little time and something fine that'll fix ya
With shield love you forgot to remember to miss the

The nightlife, the dark side of the city
Gon' be on 24 inches, and be defenseless
The nightlife, the dark side of my heart
Where no one really knows you and no one supposed you

The nightlife, the dark side of my soul
Where if somebody crossed you, kill 'em up off you
The nightlife, the dark side of the moon
Where the sun is scared to come, give me some

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

I'll be your lady, farewell the friend
I'll be honest and I'll pretend
I'll act like I love ya, I'll act like I love ya
You gotta listen to me now

Give me some now

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful

I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks
And locked blocks, and rocked rocks, and dropped tops
The obviously odd, five foot six inch guard in the flesh
I've been the best, I'll get in your chest and in the mess

In your vest and out your back without even getting out the 'llac
I lied about how I really handled that situation about the AK
I'll hit back if your lead was the only collateral you got I'll get back
Now get flat, say a prayer 'cause shorty want this s*** back, sit back

This chit-chat is pitch black but you can still see what I'm sayin'
And heavy is how I weigh in, niggaz love singin' sad songs
About how bad they want to stay in, either hold out on basketball playin'
Or make use of some yay' then

Lord shooo feel good to me, I promise, I promise
Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone
This me, me too, this me and me three
Have mercy

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha

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Soul Power - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: Soul Power
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Dewitt Yancey, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
Yeah, for the world
Keep going so that
Yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can
Yo, you can rock on
We keep going so you can
Yo, you can rock on
We keep going

Nigga breathe can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed
I hustle outta speed between greed and need
On the streets where intuition and weed are breed

Shoot the gift in fifth, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip, it's like the boom bip to tip
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nights over Egypt to learn a brave day

Paint a picture of the ghetto like J.J.
You the Ray J. of this rap world
I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
Grand like Auto Theft three
Style so developed the law can't arrest me

You walk with blood on your shirt
Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
See through trying to out act Don Cheadle
I speak to original Hebrews you know how we do

And bleed through the needle with truth
That needs no preview to proof
It's in the people and how they react
Still in the business of smacking
Rappers is wack you had a dope track
I guess opposites attract

My mind state is black, black like Bernie Mack
No cowards soul power in the words we rap

Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power

Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power

Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal
Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols
I spit through gang wars and strange doors

Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war
I see niggaz with flags who they waving 'em for?
I'm the nigga that you put the chain on the door for
The nigga that you started changing the laws for

Orator of hardcore and more
My raps the portal for the blue collar
They made a hit and came up on a few dollars
I'd rather listen to silence than you holla

Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama
My realness is the armor that I wear up in this boy
For truth you're a decoy
Common sense is like the future of the Bee-boy

I fall down and get up like Don McClerken
Hit, push and listen to it whistle while I'm trekin'
Break it down like herb
The nympho of info I'm fucking what you heard

You ain't ready for war you're stuck in the reserves
I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
I been wanted to fly now I do it with the words
For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge

Get your own, you see it's like home grown
Herb black economics the people we serve with soul power

Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
...

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The Inc Is Back - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: The Inc Is Back
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): David Styles, I Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Kyle Lamar Robinson, Sean D Jacobs, Jeffrey B Atkins, Sekou Branch, Kasseem Dean, Ramel Gill

Lyric:
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit, nigga
Rowdy, I see you, nigga, Queens
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker, holla
Representin' Hoodstock, Hussein

The Stock Family nigga
And it's a motherfuckin' takeover, geah, Ferrari Black
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways
Geah, come on but right now, nigga

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin'
And E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
Twenty-three a gram, nigga, let's do the deal

Representin' the Stock Family, I don't really care
How big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on, it's nothin', Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Every class at school nigga was special ed
Teacher got bored a nigga so we was all red
Twenty four with no diploma I don't really care
These cowards don't got it crackin' and I'm out there

Lou, he got the brown Ferrari but I got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin' his thing
What I'm sayin' it's a hustler's pain
Bein' rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream, damn

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man, and Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Oh, my gangstaness
All the anger in my heart who we thank for this
Yo, I can't thank a soul but God and guns
Don't kill a damn fool, it's a animant's steel

It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal
It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS
And they snaggin' at the Y, player we too high
I ain't really into ballin' and tossin' my chips

Rather cop real estate then ride big whips
Rather trick on my wife and go real a dick or hips
Slick bitch that's strict man, she can't get shit
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock

We got good stock and size does matter, bitch
That's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight slug, back out
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, it's on, motherfuckers

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, I don't give a fuck
What I sell out with a gun, motherfucker

I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood
Pop up on your block with the glock like it's good
Got niggaz scared to cop and drop like I'm Suge
Pop if you could, watch if you would

Nigga go platinum from the federal pen
Go 150 months and come home gettin' rich again
Nigga, it's sicker than, I hope you listenin', nigga, we glistenin'
Pop off and leave you in the dead man position

Black Child is Murder, y'all forgettin'
The work I put in, the dirt I done did
On this earth niggaz lives is worthless
Unless you worth a few million, school your children

Let the game get to 'em
Then they brain get ruined
Mine speak foreign languages fluently
Hoodstock exchange ain't nothin' new to me

Cop and go, set 'em shop in community
I've been ticklin' clit ever since puberty
Might taste it if it smells clean to me
Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up, man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggaz, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Geep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Nigga, I cap back just from my mental anguish
This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanguish
And I ride swervin' down the west side highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway

I can't land it, man, with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna expand
A million niggaz that brick, whole bricks to grams
Just leave with money, it seems like it's Uncle Sam

So keep hustlin I done roll
That comes from all the pain and the strugglin'
Look at here, federal agents runnin' in
Come again, it must be mistaken identity
Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy

We in the street, not industry, niggaz
And because we're called the Murderers
That don't make us killaz, now does it?
Now it's not home but still them trumpets blowin'
Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggas, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance", niggas

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Come On Down - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Come On Down
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Joseph Wheeler, David J Jolicoeur, Otis Jackson Jr, Vincent Lamont Mason

Lyric:
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby}

Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay boy

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna hear some
(Young Guns these days got fireproof eardrums)

They don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king
But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
(And what makes the world go 'round)
And I be the world renowned wonder why
Wonderin' why you can't stand me?
Is it because I'm the main Jackson?
And y'all just Titos and Randys? Yes it is
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen
My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop
The sex part of my time, I walked from my pop
No longer on timey and was never on loud
But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because

Music
(C'mon)
New York
(C'mon)
Detroit
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Miami
(C'mon)
L A
(C'mon)
Vegas
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Boston
(C'mon)
Tucson
(C'mon)
Long Island
(C'mon)
C'mon down

V A
(C'mon)
Portland
(C'mon)
Chi-town
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed of Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
See last night's change was today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
Thank you for your purchases, we doe out
And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us pimp strut

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats
'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello
The mush in your room son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa
Still push the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout

D C
(C'mon)
Oakland
(C'mon)
U K
(C'mon)
C'mon down

New Orleans
(C'mon)
Little Rock
(C'mon)
Baltimore
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Memphis
(C'mon)
Utah
(C'mon)
Jersey
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Atlanta
(C'mon)
Brooklyn
(C'mon)
Philly
(C'mon)
C'mon down

Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole
You know what I'm sayin' six feet deep
That's the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Island one is, that's where we is man
De la soul, you done it again
De la soul, you done it again
De la soul, you done it again
Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it again

{Persue my strategy , when it comes down to my work ethic
I mean it's simple, just be the best, you know what I'm sayin'?
To be the best, the first, the only one in the game
That's is gonna do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you gonna say
That I went out at the top of the game?
The top of the game niggas, is the one that's producing
Through out their career}

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Hole In Your Soul - Lyrics - The Album - Abba

Title: Hole In Your Soul
Album: The Album
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
You feel bad, let me tell you, we all get the blues
Sometimes life is a burden, way down in your shoes
When it's bad, worse, worst
(And when you're feeling so bad)

And you think you're cursed
(And you've got it sad)
Well, if there's one thing for the better
That can turn you loose

There's gotta be rock 'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock 'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

My friend Sam is a chauffeur, Annie goes to school
Jerry works at the office, Sue lies by the pool
But on all weekends
(Together again)

When I meet my friends
(I wanna see them now)
And we're lookin' 'round for the action
Ewe sure play it cool

There's gotta be rock 'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock 'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

ABBA, you paint your world and use all colors
ABBA and then you find it all comes out too bright
You know it's only a lie
ABBA, the songs you sing are too romantic
ABBA and when you want the truth

They only spit in your eye
Oh yeah, they're only tellin' you lies
Oh yeah, there's gotta be rock 'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

You feel bad, let me tell you, we all get the blues
Sometimes life is a burden, way down in your shoes
When it's bad, worse, worst
(You know you're feeling so bad)

And you think you're cursed
(And you've got it sad)
Well, if there's one thing for the better
That can turn you loose

There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul

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