Law (Earthlings On Fire) - Lyrics - Earthling - David Bowie

Title: Law (Earthlings On Fire)
Album: Earthling
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): Reeves Gabrels, David Bowie

Lyric:
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty

In the street a man shouts out loud
A wallet drops and money flies into the midday sun

With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
Oh I get a little bit afraid, sometimes

Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire

With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
Sure I get a little bit afraid, sometimes

Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire

I don't want knowledge
I want certainty
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty

In a house a man drops dead
As he hits the floor he sighs, "What a morning?"

With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
Sure I get a little bit afraid

With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
With the sound, with the sound
With the sound of the ground
Sure I get a little bit afraid, sometimes

Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Oh I get a little bit afraid, sometimes

Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
Earthlings on fire
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty

Earthlings on fire
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty
Oh I get a little bit afraid, sometimes

Earthlings
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty
I don't want knowledge
I want certainty

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Sound Of Da Police - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Sound Of Da Police
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Eric Burdon, Alan Lomax, Bodie Chandler

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Lyric:
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Yes, indeed

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Yes, indeed

Stand clear, don' man a talk, you can't stand where I stand
You can't walk where I walk, watch out, we run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act
You claim I'm sellin' crack but you be doin' that
I'd rather say "See ya" 'cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You wicked overseer

Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land

Are you really for peace and equality? Or when my car is hooked up
You know you wanna follow me, your laws are minimal
'Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
'Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of da police

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast

Now, here's a likkle truth open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom box, check the exercise
Take the word "Overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example

Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer, yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity? Check the similarity

The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer couldn't stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill

The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest
Woop, they both ride horses
After 400 years, I've got no choices

The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
Woop, woop, I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way

Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast

Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the COP
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed 'cause them can't afford one

Black people still slaves up 'til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary, him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it

My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My great-grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great, when it's gonna stop?

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast

Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed
Yes, indeed

Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop, woop, that's the sound of da beast

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Sound Of The Underground - Lyrics - Sound Of The Underground - Girls Aloud

Title: Sound Of The Underground
Album: Sound Of The Underground
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Brian Thomas Higgins, Niara Scarlett

Lyric:
Disco dancing with the lights down low
Beats are pumping on my stereo
Neighbor's banging on the bathroom wall
He's saying, crank the base, I gotta get some more

Water's running in the wrong direction
Got a feeling, it's a mixed up sign
I can see it in my own reflection
Something funny's going on inside my mind

Don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

Chain reaction running through my veins
Pumps the bass line up into my brain
Screws my mind until I lose control
And when the building rocks, I know it's got my soul

Water's running in the wrong direction
Got a feeling, it's a mixed up sign
I can see it in my own reflection
Something funny's going on inside my mind

Don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

I don't know what is pushing me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
It's a sound I, it's a sound I, it's a sound I, it's a sound I know

It's the sound of the underground, the beat of the drum
Goes round and around into the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night, where the bass line jumps
In the back street light, the beat goes around and round
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

Where the bass line jumps in the back street light
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground
Where the bass line jumps in the back street light
It's the sound of the under, sound of the underground

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The Sound Of Crying - Lyrics - Prefab Sprout

Title: The Sound Of Crying
Artist: Prefab Sprout
Composer(s): P Mcaloon

Lyric:
Hang out the flags, a new world order?s on the way
Start singing now, a song to greet the joyful day

Just when we thought the time was right for celebrating
With music of the spheres
What?s this another boat of fleeing refugees
On a sea of children?s tears

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth
Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

We?re only men and women doing what we can
Sometimes I think that God is working to a plan

Then other times I swear that he is improvising
Discordant and remote
Another orphan baby in a failed uprising
Another real bum note

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth
Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying

And if you?re listening up there
You could consider this a prayer

Well, who am I to tell you how to run your business
Man, you could strike me blind
What kind of noise we gotta make down here
Before we destroy your peace of mind

Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth
Once more the sound of crying
Is number one across the earth

Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying

And if you?re listening up there, yeah, yeah
The sound of crying

Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying
(The sound of crying)

Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying
Once more the sound of crying

Once more the sound of crying

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The Sound Of My Tears - Lyrics - Deborah Cox - Deborah Cox

Title: The Sound Of My Tears
Album: Deborah Cox
Artist: Deborah Cox
Composer(s): Keith Crouch, Kipper Jones

Lyric:
I'm going down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears

Always the life of the party
Always the clown of the class
All of my friends see me happy baby
But happy is only a mask

Nobody knows when I'm alone inside my room
I sing another tune

I'm goin' down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears when you're not around
It's all I can do when I listen to
The sound of my tears baby when I'm missing you

Don't mind the sounds of the city baby
Don't mind the noise of the crowd
Just when I'm lonely with my thoughts of you
The silence is always too loud

Pay it no mind, you know the truth behind the smile
It's only just a lie

'Cause I'm goin' down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears when you're not around
It's all I can do when I listen to
The sound of my tears baby when I'm missing you

I'm goin' down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears when you're not around
It's all I can do when I listen to
The sound of my tears baby when I'm missing you

Pay it no mind, you know the truth behind the smile
It's only just a lie

I'm goin' down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears when you're not around
It's all I can do when I listen to
The sound of my tears baby when I'm missing you

I'm goin' down when I hear the sound
The sound of my tears when you're not around
It's all I can do when I listen to
The sound of my tears

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B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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Sound Of A Gun - Lyrics - Revelations - Audioslave

Title: Sound Of A Gun
Album: Revelations
Artist: Audioslave
Composer(s): Timothy Commerford, Chris Cornell, Tom Morello, Brad Wilk

Lyric:
In the here and now I wait
Down among the young and the old
Between the moon and the ground I play
With my children in my home

This is for the daughters and sons
Of forgotten ones, learning how to stand
This is for the innocent unknowns
Buried in the sand

I'm running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
'Til I'm weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun

From the crack in the blackness I wake
It's getting closer every night
And my city playground is a battleground
Between the wrong and the right

I could run free as a child, I was safe and wild
Naked and unarmed
Now I'm grown and safe in my home
But some will never stop

Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
'Til you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun

The open mouth of the city
Swallowed up the town
With that same old concrete
That I still walk down

And it seems they put a shine
On this place when I was young
And baby, I just don't see it now

Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
'Til I'm weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
I'm running from the sound of a gun
I'm running from, I'm running from the sound of a gun

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This Is The Sound - Lyrics - A Modern Way of Living with the Truth - Exies

Title: This Is The Sound
Album: A Modern Way of Living with the Truth
Artist: Exies
Composer(s): James Michael,Scott Christopher Stevens, Louis Alfred Herrera, Christopher David Skane

Lyric:
I've been building scars up
Putting flames out with my fingers
Tell me when my time's up
So my hope no longer lingers

Then say no more
Say no more, say no more

'Cause this is the sound of hurt
Unrehearsed and it's so loud
So what are you waiting for?
You can't ignore the sound
Of someone breaking down

Somehow, I'm rendered speechless
I get nervous, when you're leaving
So tell me, reassure me
That there is something worth believing

Then say no more
Say no more, say no more

'Cause this is the sound of hurt
Unrehearsed and it's so loud
So what are you waiting for?
You can't ignore the sound
Of someone breaking down

This is the sound of hurt
This is the sound of hurt
This is the sound of hurt
This is the sound of hurt

Then say no more
Say no more, say no more

'Cause this is the sound of hurt
Unrehearsed and it's so loud
So what are you waiting for?
You can't ignore the sound
Of someone breaking down

This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound

This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound

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Sound Of Melodies - Lyrics - Sound of Melodies - Leeland

Title: Sound Of Melodies
Album: Sound of Melodies
Artist: Leeland
Composer(s): Jack Anthony Mooring, Leeland Mooring, Steven Patrick Wilson

Lyric:
We who were called to be Your people
Struggling sinners and thieves
We?re lifted up from the ashes
And out came the song of the redeemed
The song of the redeemed

Can you hear the sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You, rising up to You, God

The sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You, rising up to You, God

Oh, we have caught a revelation
That nothing can separate us from
The love we received through salvation
It fills Your daughters and Your sons
Your daughters and Your sons

Can you hear the sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You, rising up to You, God

The sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You, rising up to You, God

The sound of Your love, the sound of Your love
Is what You?re hearing
The sound of Your sons, the sound of Your sons
You?ve won Your children

The sound of Your love, the sound of Your love
Is what You?re hearing
Your daughters in love, Your daughters in love
You?ve won Your children

The sound of melodies
Oh, the sound of melodies
Rising up to You, rising up to You, God
Rising up to You, God

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

Title: Clockwork
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Todd Spadafore, James Mcewan, Laron James

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Lyric:
DipSet
Santana, ay
Tick, tock
Tick, tock

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork, homie, make that clockwork, shorty

You hear the sounds of the tick
You hear the sounds of the tock
You hear the sounds of the clock
And get it right tock

Move to the sound of the tick
Move to the sound of the tock
Move to the sound of the clock
And get it right, tock yep yep

Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing all day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling or that clock, stop, going

Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork, shorty
You ain't gettin' off the hook that easy

Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick

Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound
Of how the clockwork

You hear the sounds of the tick
You hear the sounds of the tock
You hear the sounds of the clock
And get it right tock

Move to the sound of the tick
Move to the sound of the tock
Move to the sound of the clock
And get it right, tock yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork, homie, make that clockwork, shorty

The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav

I could give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just make that clockwork, get that clockwork
Shake that clockwork, flip that clockwork, shorty, ay

Do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork, homie

Ay, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day
He'll get that clockwork
Listen

Tick, tock, tick, tock, homie, ay
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me
I got work for ya, ay

You hear the sounds of the tick
You hear the sounds of the tock
You hear the sounds of the clock
And get it right tock

Move to the sound of the tick
Move to the sound of the tock
Move to the sound of the clock
And get it right, tock yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork, homie, make that clockwork, shorty

I mean nigga if you gettin' money that's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me, ay, DipSet

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Watch The Sound - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Watch The Sound
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Maxwell Dixon, Joseph Kirkland

Lyric:
Ninety-three it's time man
(All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin')

A Grand Puba, Diamond D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough
Grand Puba,Diamond D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough

Boom bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be tellin' me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker

So niggaz back up, yo, I'ma set it
Fuckin' with me, you won't live to regret it
I don't fake moves, I break peeps
I'm takin' niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps

See, I don't give a fuck about a niggaz rep
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit
I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch
I cut the niggaz head off and sent it to his fuckin' bitch

I ain't lettin' a nigga take the stand
Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man
See suckers can't hang with the slang
And if they bring the whole gang
Well, then they'll all catch a bang-bang

I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie down
Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody knows my pedigree
There ain't another motherfuckers that's better than me

I could make em pump, I could make 'em jump
But I'm mostly known for givin' other niggaz lumps
So niggaz better chill and maintain
I'm blowin' motherfuckers out the frame

And if a nigga try to flex
Fuck around and catch a motherfuckin' suplex
I'm a motherfucker like a shower
Don't test the Puerto Rican power

Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three
Peace to Grand Pu' and my man Diamond D
So punks jump up to get beat down
Yeah, but for now watch the sound

Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber

Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber

Check it, yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin' flow
Niggaz know the game
It's time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame
Guess who comes to represent?

If you motherfuckers don't know, well, here's a hint
It's the God and I still bag chicks
Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks
So come on cause I'm comin' for the basket

Say goodbye to your friends and start headin' for the casket
So Doogie make the daquiris and light the chocolate
That you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga

See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through with the Hilfiger
'Cause I flips the flavor-loo
It's good for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this
No matter what the fuck you do
I smash that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass

Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber

Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck
Smack the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core check

I make more dough than Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler

So back up and take a good look because you should look
At what a good cook, can do without a fuckin' cookbook
I don't sniff coke and I don't smoke coolies
Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie

But niggaz call me JoJo
I'm quick to stick a chick, 'cause I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside
You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried
To pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one?

He got his motherfuckin' ass done
So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump
Chicks by the clicks, 'cause my pockets got the mumps
See, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Don't try to play yourself, 'cause you'll be stuck with

A motherfuckin' ice pick right through the cheek
I'm leavin' crab niggaz, layin' in the street
I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I could care less

You want a fair one, forget it
And your girlfriend, yo, I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough
I pull your card 'cause you're soft like fluff kid
I never ever did a bid
I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid

Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber

Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber
Watch de sound when I timber

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What'S That Sound (Remix) - Lyrics - Angie Martinez

Title: What'S That Sound (Remix)
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Whoo, Cool-a-Dre, baby, oh
It's club but it's still sexy
Hey, life is good, yea, yo
What is that?

What's that sound? If you outside the club
And your joint, c'mon, you just pop the truck
Pull the car up and the line is packed and you far
You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like
Move bitch, get out the way, flash the bouncer to get out a payin'
And that sound make you wanna get on stage
Oh, you gotta move dem thangs

Beat change, it's a Cool-a-Dre thing
That'll move your thang, thang
Remove your ring, change the sound
Get your jewels all sweated up, the booze is deaded up
Anything goes bring it back, if you just catchin' up
The sound coming outta the club, that's wassup
And they let you up, finally, dancing it up
Movin' around, DJ Keith, I need that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

2002 be sceered, 'cause I'm runnin' this shit this year
Haters 'n haters you better be clear
Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear
What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the dirty South
Is a drug drop, c'mon, check me out
Ain't nobody does it easy seezy
And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me
Goddamn, what's that sound?
Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down?

I'm no punk but a killa like Cam
Get on the flo', yes, yes mam
When I show up the club get cram
Insecure, bitch, watch yo man
Me and Ang like butter on toast
I don't mean to boast but we do, I need that, yea

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

Hello, oh, oh, that's my ears ringing
I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin'
As we leavin' the spot, I'm still drinking
Gotta leave 'cause the cops are still waiting
So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot
Then purposely watch, we so blingin'
And the truck is bright, light up the night, blinking
As we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking

That sound still drowned the air waves
The echo in my head feel like a bear cave
So I sit back to the sound of this track
Playin' on my way home, I can't forget that
That beat when you hear from the street
Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak
'Cause it don't even matter who be around
Get and that's DJ Keith playin' that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

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What'S That Sound - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: What'S That Sound
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Whoo, Cool-a-Dre, baby, oh
It's club but it's still sexy
Hey, life is good, yea, yo
What is that?

What's that sound? If you outside the club
And your joint, c'mon, you just pop the truck
Pull the car up and the line is packed and you far
You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like
Move bitch, get out the way, flash the bouncer to get out a payin'
And that sound make you wanna get on stage
Oh, you gotta move dem thangs

Beat change, it's a Cool-a-Dre thing
That'll move your thang, thang
Remove your ring, change the sound
Get your jewels all sweated up, the booze is deaded up
Anything goes bring it back, if you just catchin' up
The sound coming outta the club, that's wassup
And they let you up, finally, dancing it up
Movin' around, DJ Keith, I need that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

2002 be sceered, 'cause I'm runnin' this shit this year
Haters 'n haters you better be clear
Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear
What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the dirty South
Is a drug drop, c'mon, check me out
Ain't nobody does it easy seezy
And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me
Goddamn, what's that sound?
Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down?

I'm no punk but a killa like Cam
Get on the flo', yes, yes mam
When I show up the club get cram
Insecure, bitch, watch yo man
Me and Ang like butter on toast
I don't mean to boast but we do, I need that, yea

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

Hello, oh, oh, that's my ears ringing
I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin'
As we leavin' the spot, I'm still drinking
Gotta leave 'cause the cops are still waiting
So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot
Then purposely watch, we so blingin'
And the truck is bright, light up the night, blinking
As we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking

That sound still drowned the air waves
The echo in my head feel like a bear cave
So I sit back to the sound of this track
Playin' on my way home, I can't forget that
That beat when you hear from the street
Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak
'Cause it don't even matter who be around
Get and that's DJ Keith playin' that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

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You Can'T Hold The Torch - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: You Can'T Hold The Torch
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Richard Rudolph, Kamall Fareed, Trevor Smith, Leon Ware, Minnie Riperton

Lyric:
Yeah, it's funny how the game change, right? He, he
Shit feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin' left and right
About how the game feel all fucked up

Niggaz only been talkin' like that
Since we been sittin' out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal
Let's talk to them niggaz, uh

So many nights were spent ponderin'
Wonderin' how we gon' come again
My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the same Mayne

They heart and soul is divided
They ram shack the music, no control up inside it
Now look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
But lettin' money pass me

I doubt that and niggaz from the bottom now
Pumpin' hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
So you got to get your gate right
No matter what, you got to treat your weight right

On the block if you focused on greed then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin' the analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin' vet
Don't mean to disrespect, 'cause

I write rhymes, I write checks
(It's clear)
Bust, aiyyo what happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the music
(Love, I need realness in my life)

Aiyyo these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo what happened?
(These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo, I ain't bringin' they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin' the game up
Need to change up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel like breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the game like niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein' through the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better

I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin' the game when your shit sound off you know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss you know

You better be tight
'Cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know what's up
I come correct with money long 'cause I

I write rhymes, I write checks
(It's clear)
Tip, aiyyo what happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the music
(Love, I need realness in my life)

Aiyyo these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same
Yo, these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo what happened?
(These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Oh my God, they a come ridin' around
(Uh)
Some old dream and they can't get down
(Uh, uh)

They lookin' around outside of themselves
(Uh)
And they sayin' things that ain't really themselves
(Uh)

And they keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same script
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip
(Ha)

Same drug strip, what the fuck is this?
(Uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit

You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow
(Uh, uh)
Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow
(Uh, uh)

Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, you know?
(Uh)

I'm tired of niggaz complainin' how the game changed
You niggaz should step up your game 'cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin' no records, check the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker 'cause I

Aiyyo these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same
Yo, these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same

Aiyyo what happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo what happened?
(These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz
In the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo what happened?
(These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

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Running With The Boss Sound - Lyrics - Generation X

Title: Running With The Boss Sound
Artist: Generation X
Composer(s): Bob Andrews, Billy Idol, Tony James

Lyric:
Yesterday by the paper stand
I felt the power of another religion
Rebels with a cause came out of the sun
And spoke the only language they'd been given
Creepers tapping out the beat as I felt the heat

Man, they sure looked neat
Well, tonight for sure
You could feel the same as me
We didn't have to fight
On the other side of town

Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound

In the day we use machines or brains
'Cos we need hard cash for living
And later between tracks and raps with friends
We'll find some time for loving
Stratocasters straff the sky

As Disco Johnny hustles by
Man, those feet can fly, high
Well, tonight let's dance and risk romance
Baby, let's take a chance
We'll make it in a single bound

Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound

I feel it in the air and I know that you're there
We won't let you down
The phantoms of the underground

Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound

Racing wild with the radios blasting
Out ready, steady, go
As we rip through the charts
Crashing like angles
At the end of rocks rainbow

Electricity runs in my blood like Gods
Man, if you could see it
By tonight for sure you'd be the same as me
A junkie needing more
Our feet burning up the ground

Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound

Yeah, we're burning up the ground
Where the rockabilly beat pounds
With the ska rhythm pressing down
Where the skinhead moon stomp pounds
Where the heavy metal comes down

When the punk rockers are round
Yeah, you and I are found
Yeah, you and I are found

Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound

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Not A Dry Eye In The House - Lyrics - Welcome To The Neighborhood - Meat Loaf

Title: Not A Dry Eye In The House
Album: Welcome To The Neighborhood
Artist: Meat Loaf
Composer(s): Diane Eve Warren

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Lyric:
Not a dry eye in the house
After love's curtain comes down
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking

I can still see you standing there
Midnight wind blowing through your hair
Remember, kisses sweet in the salty air
When love was forever

Turn the page and we fade to blue
The scene has changed now I'm without you
Well you just walked away when the act was through
And the dream was over

It was almost like a movie
(Aah)
The way you said, "Goodbye"
(Aah)
You must have spend a lot of time
(Aah)
Rehearsing each and every line

Now there's not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking, breaking

Not a smile left on my face
The ending's just too sad to take
And there's not a dry eye
(Aah)
Not a dry eye in the house
(Aah)

The greatest story was you and me
We had it all we had everything, but now the
Story's done it's just history
(Ooo)
The last act is over

You every line had the sweetest sound
(Ooo)
(Oo, ooo)
Your every touch turned my world around
But then the, the lights came up and my world crashed down
(Aah)
End of show, it's over

It was almost like a movie
(Aah)
Those nights we touched the stars
(Aah)
Time stood still for you and I
(Aah)
Now it's sad enough to make you cry

And there's not a dry eye in the house
After love's curtain comes down
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking, breaking

Not a smile left on my face
The ending's just too sad to take
And there's not a dry eye
(Aah)
Not a dry eye in the house
(Aah)

Act one, the story's just begun
Act two, I fell in love with you
Act three, knew it was meant to be
(Aah, aah)
Act four, you don't love me no more
(Aah)

Not a dry eye in the house
After love's curtain comes down
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
(Breaking)
Breaking
(Breaking)

Not a smile left on my face
The ending's just too sad to take
And there's not a dry eye
(Aah)
Not a dry eye

Not a dry eye in the house
After love's curtain comes down
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking, breaking

Not a dry eye in the house
Not a dry eye in the house
Not a dry eye in the house
Ooo

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The Sound Of White - Lyrics - The Sound of White - Missy Higgins

Title: The Sound Of White
Album: The Sound of White
Artist: Missy Higgins
Composer(s): Melissa Morrison Higgins

Lyric:
Like a freeze dried rose
You will never be, what you were
What you were to me in memory
But if I listen to the dark
You'll embrace me like a star
Envelope me, envelope me

If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me to
Before you went away, if only for a day
If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me back to
The tune we played before you went away

And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
You're my mystery, one mystery
My mystery, one mystery

My silence solidifies
'Til that hollow void erases you, erases you
So I can't feel at all
But if I never feel again
Atleast that nothingness will end the painful dream
Of you and me

If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me to
Before you went away, if only for a day
If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me back to
The tune we played before you went away

And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
And if I listen to, the sound of white

I knelt before some strangers face
But I'll never have the courage or belief to trust this place
But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead
And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair

And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
The sound of white
The sound of white
The sound of white

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What Sound - Lyrics - Lamb

Title: What Sound
Artist: Lamb
Composer(s): Guy Sigsworth, Andrew John Barlow, Louise Ann Rhodes

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Lyric:
What is that sound, ringing in my ears
The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years
The sound of two hearts, beating side by side
The sound of one love, that neither one can hide

The sound that makes the world go 'round
The sound that makes the world go 'round

What is that sound, running 'round my head
Funny I thought, that part was long since dead
But now there's new life, coursing through my veins
Because there's someone, who'll make it beat again

The sound that makes the world go 'round
The sound that makes the world go 'round
The sound that makes the world go 'round
The sound that makes the world go 'round

What is that sound, ringing in my ears
The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years
The sound of two hearts, beating side by side
The sound of one love, that neither one can hide

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Gravity - Lyrics - Bic Runga

Title: Gravity
Artist: Bic Runga
Composer(s): Bic (Briolette Kah Runga

Lyric:
If gravity let us go
We would all go flying
And I'll meet you somewhere in the milky night
Away past the satellites

The breeze is dressed so lightly
And it breathes onto this fire escape
Where all our secrets melt like ice
Leaving only water

Night will close us down and change the view
And I'll promise you what I can
I forget myself when I'm with you
Please remind me, who I am

Dancing like a landslide
Swinging round the living room
We fall like sudden rain from sullen skies
Singing to the radio's tune

Say my name aloud and make it new
And I'll promise you what I can
I forget myself when I'm with you
Please remind me who I am

Day so soon, hear all the traffic move
The sirens all fill this room 'til we both have to shout
From the road, watching the stars explode
You and I breathe so slow, how strange the sound

How strange the sound, how strange the sound
How strange the sound, how strange the sound
How strange the sound, how strange the sound
How strange the sound, how strange the sound
How strange the sound, how strange the sound
How strange the sound, how strange the sound

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