Identity Theft - Lyrics - Obligatory Villagers - Nellie Mckay

Title: Identity Theft
Album: Obligatory Villagers
Artist: Nellie Mckay
Composer(s): Nellie Mckay

Lyric:
Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' with the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a breath
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need an education)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a good degree)
As to assimilate

So little time, so much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey

No child is free, oh why, it's queasy to see
Is that an elementary or a penitentiary?
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, take it to town man
Idiots go to college to get dumbed down

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try

Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need a publication)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a press release)
As to assimilate

Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty

Oh, you guess you got an edge
Hiding your hedge from the Feds
Puttin' down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I'm finished, done and had it
And while you fucks are at it
As far as I'm concerned
Pluto's still a planet

Ooh, you die a quick death
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong but I'll try

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage?
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

(You need an occupation)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late

Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all?
(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market?)
Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns

But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why
Bent unhinged and singed, I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end there's no success like revenge

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong but I'll try

Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me?
If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'?
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft

Because I'm tired of bein' sweet and nice
Fuck you once and fuck you twice
Show your passport, get that stamp funny like a Nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

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Messiah - Lyrics - Blood Music - Dead Celebrity Status

Title: Messiah
Album: Blood Music
Artist: Dead Celebrity Status
Composer(s): Craig Hunter, Jeff Dalziel, Yassen Taalat, Gerald Eaton, Jason Levine, James Mccollum, Brian West, Bobby Mcintosh

Lyric:
Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I'm the Messiah, I'm anti-celebrity
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies
Dead Celebs are movin', you're the students
It's time to change the world, kids, here's the blueprint

Somethin' 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'
Like Kurt Cobain's ghost came back an' wrote these lyrics
An' forced America to listen
With a million angry Misfits screamin', "Fuck The System?

I'm the pain in Axle Rose's diary
That's why an 'Appetite For Destruction' lives inside of me
I'm not your typical lyricist
Strippin' naked an' sellin' on appearances

This is for those who came to tackle giants
This is the anthem, 'David versus Goliath'
I'm so sick of bein' caught up in your sideshow
I'm the anti-American Teen Idol

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I spread peace through a pen like Bob Dylan
An' crash the set of Popstars while it's filmin'
Expose foes for lies an' propaganda
Like dirty cops swingin' batons on camera

Let's march up these steps an' face the fire
Scratch a match an' burn this empire down
So let the games begin
You either turn with the world or you watch it spin

An' if your dreams were stolen by a liar
Then steal it back with your name as Winona Ryder
Don't be afraid, be stronger divide an' conquer
Come out swingin' like Ozzfest concerts

Time's up, I'm callin' you to rise up
No more walkin' blind with your eyes shut
Find the message hidden in these chapters
Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I wait for this like it's a violent game
A cross between Grand Theft Auto an' Max Payne
I'm the magic in the hands of David Blaine
Turnin' back time to the days when [Incomprehensible]

Along came a spider spinning webs of hatred
Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where stars are born an' celebrities tell lies
The revolution will now be televised

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Yo, what did you think?
It's Dead Celeb, [Incomprehensible]
Dead Celeb

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Proto Culture - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Proto Culture
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Teren Delvon Jones, Jamal Mitchell

Lyric:
Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster, trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster

Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma plasma particle beam means I have you
On the run, the rendered effects hot like magnas

I play games by Capcom with a power glove strapped on
On any platform, I don't spend my dough on Phat Farm
Video games, I got many to play
Before my life expires to fill my desires

Mastering your hardest boss, shattering all stars across
Ain't hard to cross the finish line, floatin' on Daytona
Wex, Gex or Kloana, I get 'em all at cost
RPG, Platform we transform like Macross

Rival schools, Batsu purchase you ought to
It came with one free CD, it's like I bought two
I hope they make part II for Dreamcast
'Cause games I've seen in mags, you won't believe they have

Getting callouses turning over asteroids, graviton bombs destroyed
Getting moms annoyed, now I'm hacking Nightmare Creatures
Their features splattered across the screen
It gets more clean each year

I remember, my homie Ed Coats had the most
A Colecovision, every week I'd visit
Playing Donkey Kong Jr., Venture, Rock and Rope
Games I thought was dope while my mom's was watching soaps

I'm on the next level
I got a double barrel shotgun in the Doomworld
Waiting on the next devil, armor's low, check the arsenal
Rupture the main conductor playin' Disruptor

I remember Ninja Gaiden finished it finally
With Ramone wouldn't answer the phone
This was before getting blown, I own the first Nintendo Power
With the maps of Zelda help me conquer in an hour

Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster

Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster

Hey KU, you know my SEGA collection is massive
Got all the past hits and classics
Herzog Zwei now Panzer Zwei
Originality that made me a fan today

It's Pandemonium, it's like Toys R Us
Flippin' the next Saturn game brings out the boys in us
It's poisonous taking out the boys in blue
In Grand Theft Auto, snatch a Rolls Royce to use

Yeah, I'll admit PlayStation improved
Come visit Feudal Japan with me and Tenchu
Bushido Blade 2 with sword play so accurate
Mega Man Legends but I had to buy a map for it

I fence Hyo to get a Neo-Geo
For Samurai 64 in full rendered splendor
Rival counter and enter, my sword in his innards
My joint was being Leonardo wuppin' on Splinter

I gotta get Xenogears, that's the type of game that relieves my fears
Get it from overseas to here
I gotta get Psychic Force, authentic arcade that I can endorse
They got me liking imports

I'll need to be at the next E3
What's the next CD? I need to see, me and D signing checks
Let's float overseas, mingle with game companies
Giving tips to Capcom and SEGA, you can't front on these

To anyone who knew me better
Know I chose Saturn first 'cause it's 2-D heaven
Bernie Stolar dropped the ball with the RAM cartridge
X-men Vs. Street fighter could've expanded the market

Marvel Vs. Capcom beyond fathom
Tell the truth, PlayStation ain't ready to have ?em
Come on I'll bring the onslaught, Alpha and Omega
Khaos Unique brought to you by SEGA

Let me tell you about the Proto culture
If you don't know the culture here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster

Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster

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More Reasons - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: More Reasons
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Chad Hamilton, Jaheim Hoagland, Charles Stepney, Maurice White, Philip James Bailey, Ryan Presson

Lyric:
Oh, this is my
The reason that we here, the reason that we here
You shut the up, what can you do?
We been riding in this car for 5 hours, what you gonna do?
I'm, I'm gonna ride this car
I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something

Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies

I gave cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro

Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them penny loafers
A train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers

Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside

Blood played for stone gem that's when I told him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain change the game
And not naming names but 'caine fames like Damon Wayans

Connect for life is, the tech kept us righteous
'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger
Seen new jack city, cop me a couple cars

And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Miss. Parker

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
Hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Killa, that nigga man, let me break it down real simple for y'all
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious you have various leases
All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, cherry and peaches they had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer

Ithaca, Ithaca, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, woah

Playing grand theft auto, they like diablo
My crews the Triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'
But they some Slimmy Sue can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day valore sweat suit, construction Timmy boots

Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that fendi you
You drinkin' henney too coupe calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump

Shout, say say the funk, he keep the k in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they running I guess they could relate to gump, forest that is

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Yo, this is the part of the story with me Mizzle and Cam verses me

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Supermodel - Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

Title: Supermodel
Artist: Bran Van 3000
Composer(s): Eric Pierre Bergen, James Di Salvio, Stephen James Hawley, Duane Larson

Lyric:
Ooh, look at all this company coming 'round tonight
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello
You really wanna know?
Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour myself
Another little moonshine, here we go

Was a sweet and frosty May
In the town of Thunder Bay
When Dale and Wendy Day
Went out to Sweet brush Lake

Found a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a go-go
While the wind was real soft
Poor little Wendy just had to break

Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch
At the 'We're All In This Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on time
Chili dog's even finer

The real reason was that Wendy was working counter
Two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other
Dale broke out like a man and said
"Wendy, I think I want to take your hand
And make little children, live beyond the sand"

"In respect to the clouds
And the colony of your eyes
That day we made love
I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Which is exactly what happened
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one question and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being pretty?

Now, everyone knows
That if you're going to run a successful cafe
You have to hire the prettiest waitress

Amber turns out had been working
At the Pepperlunch Café
Just like her mother did 20 years earlier
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine
Given by Ralph Habbasham, the owner

Ralph says the customer is always right
The customers here are mostly men
And though it don't seem
From table 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, just like women

Now watching from table 20 was a man from New York city
Who is most impressed with Amber's poses
He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
That is, if you're willing to listen"

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Come with me
(Hey supermodel)

And she was just everywhere
I mean little girls wanted to be like her
Little boys wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what Amber represented

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers
And made out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda downhill
As the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know what they cried out

(Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free)
Sing along with me gals
(There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart
I loved you from the very first day, from the start
But you left, call it theft of the heart, bring me back the spark
Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left

Bright lights in the glitter, the shine of the night, right
You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight
But it's Timber, watch these trees that are falling
Pretty little princess with no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall with me
Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it back on the MIC
'Cause the man's on his knees
Small town ways in the G's from grade
Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise, haze

Y'all tripping through the maze everyday
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine
Come back, y'all, to the very first day that we met
'Cause I must call it theft, y'all

Protection and selection of my memories
Poet on the mic with degrees saying, please
Princess, y'all, my supermodel girl
Bring you back, pretty princess
'Cause I like to rock your world
One time, smooth, sweet like wine

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Bright As The Sun - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Bright As The Sun
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Oji Pierce

Lyric:
Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Get this lick, I try to hit tonight

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me

Every time I think about it, I still can't understand
What make these niggaz think they don't need a plan
'Cuz if you don't have a plan then tell me what you got
The old get rich quick scheme or bust her ass Broc

Niggaz be punkin' out Loc, dyin' over nothin'
It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion
Hickory, dickory, thievery, trickery, poverty, misery, pleads to insanity
Homicide, rivalry, grand theft burglary, purgery, emergency, surgery

APB, they lookin' for a G, you ran through a field, hopped a fence
And climbed a tree, 911, here they come, come, nigga with a gun
Now your ass is done, ain't nowhere to hide, ain't nowhere to run
'Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

It seems nowadays just to get some respect
Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check
Or come around the corner on 3 hobbit
Blockin' up the street, flossin' back on your keys

And everybody's sayin', "You're the man Loc, never broke
And high off that pream old smoke", sippin' in the seat
Rollin' in the rag top Chevy '63, the P I M P

On top of the game but now you're gettin' laid
'Cuz that gak, weed, yay-o is playin' tricks on your brain
You're lookin' for a way out before your game play out
'Cuz once your game play out, ya lose all ya kriz out

Late one night you was rollin' down the block
With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock
One time got behind you and they told you to stop
But you kept rollin' 'cuz ya said you wasn't broke

Out like a sucka, you dumb mothafucka
Now the chase is on and here go the song
How in the hell do you think you can run
When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun?

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Lock down since the '80, situation number 3
A nigga is released from the penitentiary
Fools better recognize and visualize
Don't be surprised, ya better realize

They gotta plan for your ass, a cage for the mask
So if you're rollin' dirty then ya better have a stash
Spot in your whoopty and know the whoompty whoofty
When the whoompty whafty is done until you see

He don't know the new game 'cuz the new game ain't true game
Well, he better catch her quick because the old game is runnin'
Nine in his waist, that's the new game Loc
'Cuz if you ain't heated then you might get smoked

He was walkin' down the street, mindin' his business
Just happy to be free and what do we see?
From the corner of his house, here come one time
So off he dashed like they set fire to his ass

'Cuz if he get caught, it's strike number three
And this might be his last day on the street
I bet ya next time you'll listen when I tell you, son
That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

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State Vs Kirk Jones - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: State Vs Kirk Jones
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): C Dorsey, R Fisher, Dominick Lamb, Kirk Jones, G Williams, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Yeah, State Vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residin'
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin'
Prosecution, set it with your openin' statement

Your Honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences
To the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother, Barbara
His two year old daughter, T'wanna
And the baby's mama, Sandra

He's a murderer, that animal killed my baby's father!"
Order in the court
I'm sorry for the outburst, your Honor
I have an original copy of the police report

January, the 4th, the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm

Bailiff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle?
Mr. Fitzpatrick, there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened?

Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything
The argument, how son drawed
Hose and everything, the worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify, I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
Yes, that's him, right there
Are you sure? Yeah, without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I ain't hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood

You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion, is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
Your Honor, objection, his opinion should be stricken from the record
Objection sustained, Prosecution, next question

I'd like to call my next eyewitness, Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul, could you tell us what happened inside the store?

Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, "Nigga kiss my ass"
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store, order us on the floor

Yo, I swore, I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand
And Tyrone wouldn't let him take it

Is that the moment when he shot him?
Yeah man, that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, 'til the gat was empty

He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all, that

Okay, okay, calm down
I have no further questions, your Honor

Court is now in session, now gettin' back to business
Pat Haley for Defense, please call your first witness
Yeah, aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin' for the case

Yeah, I testify your Honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you, I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see a lot of it
But I know for a fact, he stuck a gun to his esophagus

Wait, wait, wait, objection, your Honor
His statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace, you under oath, yeah I know
You lyin' in the stand to get him fryin' in the pan

Now, where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone?
I was right there
You and Holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin' your chick?
What you talkin' 'bout?
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin' the shit

I know you mad, that's why you in court, turnin' on him
Kirk, cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on, you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there, you just heard it by phone

Man, you crazy man ? I was right there
Yeah right, I read your rap sheet
N,o he wasn't, he's lyin', fuck you, you liar
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk
Man, fuck that, he's lyin' he wasn't even there, man
He killed Tyrone man, fuck that, no, I didn't
Man, he's lyin' man, he's lyin'

Order in the court, now I'm warning you, Defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel, in my chambers, so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused, so they can go deliberate

Yo man, Mr. Haley, what kind of defense is this man
What you doin' man? She gon' fuckin' hang me, man
No, sh-she's got it in for me, I'm tellin' you, man
You promised you'd get me off, man

In the case of the State Vs. Kirk Jones, you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
Guilty all counts from theft to murder one
W-w-what? Guilty? By the time you
Gettin' out, you gon' have a grandson

Fuck you bitch, I'll see you in hell, bitch
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck, get off me, fuck you, Pat Haley
What? Get him out of my courtroom
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody

Baliff, Baliff, remove him from my courtroom
Fuck this shit, I hope you all burn in hell
You're gonna die bitch, fuck you
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this
You will be held for contempt of court
And anything else I can find that
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Tang Clan - Rushing Elephants - Lyrics - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Rushing Elephants
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Robert F Diggs, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me man?
Word up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what what?

Aiyyo, we came through thumping like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I remains intelligent
Back to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up

Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp
Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps

Back to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad

Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in my eye, I might get amped
To rip something down, The Billboard holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down

From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it

It was not a hobby but a childhood passion
That had started in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt

Check the total amount of MCs inflicted
With torture, from moving with work that's restricted
We criticize producers 'til they joints are right
Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light

Hitting them from well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German
Duck low behind the car, my tech burning

Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the grill Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the Rings'

This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft Auto
The 18th letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle

Caramel, pecan, sundae, Pregline
Plump breasts, was filled with saline
Her big booty cousin, nasty Nadine
Get you on the floor, whore tried to double team

Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding

Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional
To the ear depending on the current of air, the crowd's in

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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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Lonesome Day Blues - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Lonesome Day Blues
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Well, today has been
A sad and lonesome day
Yeah, today has been
A sad and lonesome day
I'm just sitting here thinking
With my mind a million miles away

Well, they're doing the double shuffle
Throwing sand on the floor
They're doing the double shuffle
They're throwing sand on the floor
When I left my longtime darling
She was standing in the door

Well, my pa, he died and left me
My brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa, he died and left me
My brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got married
Never was heard of anymore

Samantha Brown lived in my house
For 'bout four or five months
Samantha Brown lived in my house
For 'bout four or five months
Don't know how it looked to other people
I never slept with her even once

Well, the road's washed out
Weather not fit for man or beast
Well, the road's washed out
Weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least

And I'm forty miles from the mill
I'm dropping it into overdrive
I'm forty miles from the mill
I'm dropping it into overdrive
Set my dial on the radio
I wish my mother was still alive

I seen your lover-man comin'
Comin' across the barren fields
I see your lover-man comin'
Comin' across the barren fields
He not a gentleman at all, he's rotten to the core
He's a coward and he steals

Well, my captain, he's decorated
He's well-schooled and he's skilled
My captain, he's decorated
He's well-schooled and he's skilled
He's not sentimental, don't bother him at all
How many of his pals have been killed

Last night the wind was whispering
I was trying to make out what it was
Last night the wind was whispering something
I was trying to make out what it was
Yeah, I tell myself some thing's coming
But it never does

I'm gonna spare the defeated
I'm gonna speak to the crowd
I'm gonna spare the defeated
'Cause I'm going to speak to the crowd
I'm gonna teach peace to the conquered
I'm going to tame the proud

Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood
Things are falling off of the shelf
Leaves are rustling in the wood
Things are falling off the shelf
You're gonna need my help, sweetheart
You can't make love all by yourself

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Dumb It Down - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Dumb It Down
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco

Lyric:
Carrera
(Dumb it down)
Coolest, what
(Dumb it down)
FNF up
(Dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)

I'm fearless, now hear this, I?m earless
And I?m peerless, that means I?m eyeless
Which means I?m tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is

Which means I?m blinded
But I?mma find it I can feel its nearness
But I?mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer

But I remember I?m not a listener or a seer
So my windshields smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn?t be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness

The windshield is minstreled, the whole grill is road kill
So trill and so sincere, yea I?m both them there
Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in a chair had approached him here

Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes that they living
Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys
Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
'Till I'm resting in peace

You going over heads Lu
(Dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you
(Dumb it down)
We ain?t graduate from school
(Dumb it down)
Them big words ain?t cool
(Dumb it down)

Yea I heard "mean and vicious"
(Dumb it down)
Make a song for the *****
(Dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather
(Dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you
(Dumb it down)

And I?m mouthless which means I?m soundless
Now as far as the hearing now I found it
It was as far as the distance from an earing to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in the Lear

She fine and she flying I feel I?m flying by 'cause my mind?s on cloud nine
And in her mind and at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who?s also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon

Or lion in the desert, I?m flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit
Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse
But toot my own horn

You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're getting self esteem Lu
(Dumb it down)
These girls are tryna be queens Lu
(Dumb it down)

They're tryna graduate from school Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're tryna get up out the hood Lu
(Dumb it down)
I don't tell you what you should do
(Dumb it down)

And I?m brainless which means I?m headless like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang a chain with

Which makes me necklace less like a necklace theft
And I ain?t use my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best fair FF jet in the nest

Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas

Westside Poseidon, Westside beside him
Chest high and rising almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane
Then I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

You be putting me to sleep
(Dumb it down)
That's why you ain?t poppin' in the streets
(Dumb it down)
You ain?t winning no awards
(Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards?
(Dumb it down)

GQ man of the year G?
(Dumb it down)
Ain?t rocking over here B
(Dumb it down)
Why don't you talk about your cars?
(Dumb it down)
And what the f*** is 'go yard'?
(Dumb it down)

Make it rain for the chicks
(Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a *****
(Dumb it down)
What the f*** is wrong with you?
(Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you?
(Dumb it down)

Look B, here?s my math, my 2way, uh
What's, uh, here take this, stay right there
What my boys talking about
You hot for me, I like you

Listen G they tell me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refused I ain?t dumb down nothing

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Moonlight - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Moonlight
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The seasons they are turning
And my sad heart is yearning
To hear again the songbird's sweet melodious tone
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

The dusky light the day is losing
Orchids, poppies, black eyed Susan
The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

The air is thick and heavy
All along the levee
Where the geese into the countryside have flown
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

Well, I'm preaching peace and harmony
The blessings of tranquility
Yet I know when the time is right to strike
I take you 'cross the river, dear
You've no need to linger here
I know the kinds of things you like

The clouds are turning crimson
The leaves fall from the limbs
The branches cast their shadows over stone
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

The boulevards of cypress trees
The masquerade of birds and bees
The petals pink and white, the wind has blown
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

Now trailing moss in mystic glow
The purple blossom soft as snow
My tears keep flowing to the sea
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief
For whom does the bell toll for, love?
It tolls for you and me

Old pulse's running through my palm
The sharp hills are rising from
Yellow fields with twisted oaks that grow
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?

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As Good As It Gets - Lyrics - Blame Everyone - Grand Theft Audio

Title: As Good As It Gets
Album: Blame Everyone
Artist: Grand Theft Audio
Composer(s): Ralph Jezzard, Richard Butler, R Battersby

Lyric:
8 a.m. with a coffee kick start
Step outside to my broken down car
I know, I've forgotten my pack of cigarettes
The whole day's like a slow train comin'
Sometimes a kinda, I find myself runnin'
Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get?

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

Search the road for some friendly faces
My legs lead me to some strung out places
My mind burns with the words that I forget
I don't seem to be able to lose me
I warm the streets that shake and bruise me
Tell me man is this as good as the whole worlds gonna get?

I get the feelin' this was sent to test me
Can I please get someone to bless me
I still forgot those damn cigarettes
'Cos I travel in my own illusion
Cut a path through all the confusion
Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get?

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I fall asleep with the TV too loud
Spendin' time stayin' in with the out crowd
Dreams come and leave me in cold sweats
Tomorrow feels like a new day comin'
I can't see it bein' all for nothin'
And I know it's as good as the whole world's gonna get

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

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Summer Days - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Summer Days
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still somethin' going on

I got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud
I got a house on the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud
I got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood

Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Well I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposin' a toast to the king

And I'm driving in the flats in a Cadillac car
The girls all say, "You're a worn out star"
My pockets are loaded, and I'm spending every dime
How can you say you love someone else, you know it's me all the time

Well the fogs so thick you can't spy the land
The fogs so thick that you can't even spy the land
What good are you anyway?
If you can't stand up to some old businessman

Weddin' bells are ringin' and the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the weddin' bells are ringin' and the choirs beginning to sing
What look good in the day, at night is another thing

She's looking into my eyes, and shes a-holding my hand
She looks into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She say, "you cant repeat the past,"
I say "You can't? What do you mean you can't? Of course you can"

Where do you come from, where do you go?
Sorry, that is nothing you would need to know
Well, my back's been to the wall so long it seems like it's stuck
Why don't you break my heart one more time, just for good luck?

I got eight carburetors and, boys, I'm usin' 'em all
Well, I got eight carburetors and, boys, I'm usin' 'em all
I'm short on gas, my motors startin' to stall

My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin' pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down

If you got something to say, speak or hold your peace
Well, if you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If it's information you want, you can get it from the police

Politicians got on his joggin' shoes
He must be runnin' for office, got no time to lose
Suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity
You've been rollin' your eyes, you've been teasin' me

Standin' by Gods river my souls beginning to shake
Standin' by Gods river my souls beginning to shake
I'm countin' on you, love, to gimme a break

Well, I'm leaving in the morning, as soon as the dark clouds lift
Yes, I'm leaving in the morning, just as soon as the dark clouds lift
I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the place as a partin' gift

Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still something goin' on

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Mathematics - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Mathematics
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, David Gates, Dante Beze

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Lyric:
Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah, you know the deal, it's just me Dog
Beats by su-primo for all of my people
Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos

Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this towerin' inferno

My ink so hot, it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

Working class poor, better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For cha-ching cats get tha cha-pow, who dead now

Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow
Some numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only fifteen percent of profits, ever see my pockets like

Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone'
Rock your hardhat black 'coz you in the terrordome
Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers

Crack mothers, crack babies and aids patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in playstation
This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"Do your math"
"Do your math"
"One, t-t-two, three, four"
"What are we talking about here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, mandatory
Four M.C's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here

Yo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin' found with nine mill's
It's ten p.m., where your seeds at? What's the deal?
He on the hill puffin' krill to keep their bellies filled

Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is five fifteen
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream

The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black
So frontliners got their gun in your back
Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail economy

Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin'
Join the other five million under state supervision

This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S S I digits
The system break man, child and women into figures
Two columns for who is and who ain't niggaz

Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
The're million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

Mathematics

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Floater - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Floater
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Down over the window
From the dazzling sunlit place
Through the back alleys, through the blinds
Another one of the Memphis days

Honey bees are buzzing
Leaves begin to stir
I'm in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her

I keep listening for footsteps
But I ain't never hearing any
From the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a lot sometimes too many

A summer breeze is blowin'
A squall is setting in
Sometimes it's just plain stupid
To get into any kind of wind

Well the old men 'round here sometimes they get on
Bad terms with the younger men
Old, young, age don't carry weight
It doesn't matter in the end

One of the boss' hangers-on sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect
Tryin' to bully you, strong arm you inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect

There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
The other one is long gone
10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
Burns with the bark still on

They say times are hard
If you don't believe it you can follow your nose
It don't bother me, times are hard everywhere
We'll just have to see how it goes

My old man, he's like some feudal Lord
He's got more lives than a cat
I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
Things come alive or they fall flat

You can smell the pine wood burnin'
You can hear the school bell ring
Got to get up near the teacher, if you can
If you wanna learn anything

Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion
That don't give your appearance a very youthful touch"
Juliet said back to Romeo
"Why don't you just shove off, if it bothers you so much"

They got all got outta here any way they could
Cold rain can give you the shivers
They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee
All rest of them rebel rivers

If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again
You do so at the peril of your life
I'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound
I've seen enough heartache and strife

My grandfather was a duck trapper
He could do it with just dragnets and ropes
My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth
I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes

I had 'em once, though I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing
Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves
I left all my dreams and hopes buried under tobacco leaves

Not always easy kicking someone out
Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task
Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or not, it's too much to ask

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