The Times They Are A-Changin' - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown

And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again

Don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'

For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they, they are a-changin'

Come senators, Congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't block at the doorway
Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it's ragin'

It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
Don't criticize
What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'

Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend a hand
For your times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast

As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'

And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

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The Times They Are A - Changin' - Lyrics - Billy Joel

Title: The Times They Are A - Changin'
Artist: Billy Joel
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophecise with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block the hall
For he that' gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle
Outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agein'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now will
Later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin

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The Times They Are A-Changin' - Lyrics - Beach Boys

Title: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Beach Boys
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics, prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times, they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'
It will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
So get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

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The Times They Are A'Changin' - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: The Times They Are A'Changin'
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round people wherever you may roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
Admit that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is a savin'
Well, you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changing

Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again
Don't speak too soon for the wheels still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing

Come sailors and congressman, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't blacken the hall
For he who has lost is he who has all
There's a storm outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows, it'll rattle your walls
For the times, they are a changing

It'll soon shake your windows and it'll rattle your walls
For the times, they are a changing

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
Don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
And your old road is rapidly agin'
So get outta here or if you can lend a hand
For the times they are a-changing

Come gather 'round people wherever you may roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
Admit that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is a savin'
Well, you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changing
For the times they are a changing

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Times They Are A Changing - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Times They Are A Changing
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophetize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now might be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'

The line, it is drawn, and the curse, it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

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The Times They Are A-Changin' - Lyrics - Dylanesque - Bryan Ferry

Title: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Album: Dylanesque
Artist: Bryan Ferry
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
Accept it soon, you'll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin', you could sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters, beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agin'
So get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times, they are a-changin'

For the times, they are a-changin'

The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
The present now will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

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North Country Blues - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: North Country Blues
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town, my own children are grown
Well, I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him

Well, a long winter's wait from the window I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again and the givin' was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Til a man come to speak and he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'

They complained in the east, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I's left alone with three children

The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're a-foldin'
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them

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When The Ship Comes In - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: When The Ship Comes In
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in

And the sea will split and the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
And then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking

The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ships wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered"
And like pharaohs tribe they'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

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Only A Pawn In Their Game - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: Only A Pawn In Their Game
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark

Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game

A south politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them
You been born with white skin," they explain

And the negro's name is used, it is plain
For the politician's gain as he rises to fame
And the poor white remains on the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame, he's only a pawn in their game

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's
Used in the hands of them all like a tool

He's taught in his school from the start by the rule
That the laws are with him to protect his white skin
To keep up his hate so he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in, but it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game

From the poverty shacks he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back with his fist in a clinch

To hang and to lynch, to hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name but it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun

He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name, his epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game

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Ballad Of Hollis Brown - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: Ballad Of Hollis Brown
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin broken down

He looked for work and money
And he walked a rugged mile
He looked for work and money
And he walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile

Your babys eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin at your sleeve
Your babys eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe

The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If theres anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?

He prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
He prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you
That you ain't a-got no friend

Your babies are crying louder now
Its a pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
Its a pounding on your brain
Your wifes screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain

Your grass it is turning black
Theres no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
Theres no water in your well
You spent your last alone Dollar
On seven shotgun shells

Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
Thats hangin' on the wall

Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand

Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar

Theres seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Well theres seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance
Theres seven new people born

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The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who at twenty four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the Nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six month sentence

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears

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Everyday People - Lyrics - The Rembrandts

Title: Everyday People
Artist: The Rembrandts
Composer(s): Danny Wilde, Phil Solem

Lyric:
Oh the times they are a changin'
I can feel it in the air
Oh can't you hear the bells of freedom
Ringin' everywhere?

And if you look across the ocean
You will see a shining light
And I know that come tomorrow
Everything will be alright

'Cause everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

And our numbers are many
But our hearts beat as one
We will fight to the finish
'Til the battle is won

For the right to be free
In a world without war
In a land where the giants
Can no longer ignore

The voice of our children
Who are cryin' revolution
Who inherit our pollution
If we don't change our ways

Oh, everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

Everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

Everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

Everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

Everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

Everyday people, are makin' a sound
They're gettin' together, and standin' their ground
You can build up the wall, but we'll tear it down
We are everyday people

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Restless Farewell - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: Restless Farewell
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend
Be it mine right or wrongfully
I let it slip gladly to my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully

But the bottles are done, we've killed each one
And the tables full and overflowed
And the corner sign, says it's closing time
So I'll bid farewell and be down the road

Oh every girl that ever l've touched
I did not do it harmfully
And every girl that ever I've hurt
I did not do it knowingly

But to remain as friends
You need the time to make amends and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast and point away from the past
I'll bid farewell and be down the line

Oh every foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came
And every cause that ever I fought
I fought it full without regret or shame

But the dark does die
As the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
And if I see the day, I'd only have to stay
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone

Oh every thought that's strung a knot in my mind
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung
But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung

But the time ain't tall
If on time you depend and no word is possessed by no special friend
And though the line is cut, it ain't quite the end
I'll just bid farewell till we meet again

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me

But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick
So I'll make my stand and remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn

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With God On Our Side - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: With God On Our Side
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less
The country I come from is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there, all the laws to abide
And that land that I live in has God on its side

Oh the history books tell it, they tell it so well
The cavalries charged and the Indians fell
The cavalries charged and the Indians died
Oh the country was young with God on its side

Oh the Spanish-American war had its day
And the civil war too was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands and God on their side

The first world war, boys, it came and it went
The reason for fighting I never could get
But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride
Now you don't count the dead when God's on your side

But now we got weapons of a chemical dust
If fire 'em were forced to then fire them we must
One push of the button and a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions when God's on your side

In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side

So now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell
The confusion I'm feelin' ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head and they fall to the floor
And if Gos is on our side, He'll stop the next war

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One Too Many Mornings - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: One Too Many Mornings
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin'
The dogs will lose their bark

And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind
As I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes start to fade
And I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid

And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

It's a restless hungry feelin'
That don't mean no one no good
When everythin' I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good

You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

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Boots Of Spanish Leather - Lyrics - The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan

Title: Boots Of Spanish Leather
Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona

Oh, if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

That I might be gone a long [Incomprehensible] time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something that I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying, I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'

If you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure you thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'

So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather

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Got It Bad Y'All - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Got It Bad Y'All
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): Eric Brooks, Roger Mcbride, James Robinson

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentleman
That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks

Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me

It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin? since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin?, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin? rowdy

Wack MCs in ?92, ew, you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hooker?s chest
Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em
For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em

And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When it's time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin? like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me

I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin? and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Back the fuck up, gimme room to breathe
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin? kind, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda, feelin? kinda
Feelin? kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie

My, my, my ho, I like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store before they close up
Buy a few 40s, ?cause daily I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo, I can get funky, buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn, I hit the bud and pass it on

Hangin? at the park, shootin? craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet ?cause my tall can is leakin?
Starin? at the cops, beatin? up on Rodney
While a pack of O.G.'s steppin? to me tryin? to rob me

Just because I'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky while you're doin? the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

Is slangin? these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops

And ya ain't heard shit yet, I'm just getting? warm
Like hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn?t
I love to hit the herbs ?cause it leave me feelin? buzzin?
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them ?nuff respect

(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha ?bout to do?)
?Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin?, and changin? like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up jumps the man with the loot
Rockin? like a troop with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin? kinda phat ?cause King Tee's a baler

I just irritate the wack, leave ?em so confused
When I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat

Baby, baby, baby, it's the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no matter how ya call it
Metaphors grand, and I'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

The girls call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin? for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a Alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting

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Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Martin Gross

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Lyric:
This is the true story about Mackin

Check it, times are changin'
Talk about it, more so each year
But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top
Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey
Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey
Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin'

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you might

Take a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'
With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no bitch
Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't know

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the tussin' and the morphine IV

I be, what they call an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp
Say what?

One time for you
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck
Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true
Fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early mornin' stoned pimpin'
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

So ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit
I'm the early mornin' stoned pimp

Hey, hey, hey come on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits
I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind

I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
Till the break of dawn, till the early morn

I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'
Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie hooker girl

I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what?
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, well, well ohh, baby
Let's get funky, that's my job

Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

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Project Window - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Project Window
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Nashiem Myrick, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Alvin West, Carlos Broady

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Lyric:
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era

He's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off

You should chill if you short, prepare a deep thought
To hit the street again, get it on
Get this paper and breathe again
Plan to leave somethin' behind
So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on

Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired

Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you
Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff

Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine
Sign of the times here in New York
Hi satan, United Nations quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate
School your sons not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this whole mass
If we don't get in control fast

Might as well be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune

Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired

Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the world for myself
And my brother should folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools

The pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the crib
I did my homework at night the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a knife out

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run

I was impatient to get out
And become part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories down
Basketball courts, shot up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
This was the life of every kid
Lookin' out project windows

Oh, outta my window
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin' out of my project window

Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin' out of my project window

Oh, I feel uninspired
Starin out of, of my window
Oh I, feel so tired
Oh yeah, outta my window

Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out
Lookin' out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my project window
Lord, I feel, uninspired

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Never B Peace - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never B Peace
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Francisco Pimentel, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never work, my misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash, I learned fast

Usin' violent measures, memories of adolescent years
Their was unity, but after puberty we brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I want to help, but still I'm steppin'
Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself

The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunder Bird and grape Kool-Aid
Callin' Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world

Watch my 'lil homies, lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more, 'cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace, if you can't grant it
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So we can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Somebody owes me, will they control me? Nah
I ain't a hater playa, but I want all you got
Your babies have babies, now we fightin' each other
My dogs got rabies, they bitin' each other

'N it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully, and he don't mind dyin'
And I gotta be bright, miss sign after sign
Time after time, after time after time

And I don't like nobody, they don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally,but they heard it before
Dog, we livin' in a prison
Losin' our religion on 'em

Thanks given when thankful just for livin' in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
And if we make it up out , we still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace? Just the peace in my heart, never

The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog? Cm'on

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Things are changin', nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this

Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
Niggas buyin' guns, load 'em up, aim at each other
And the victim is you and me, the secret is true indeed
The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatedly

Deep in me there's a part that wants nothin' but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waitin' for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck

Askin' God to point out the impostors
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
'Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it, soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they tryin' for it, fuck peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Nigga there'll never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there'll never be peace
Will there ever be peace?

Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece, we can't have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean muggin'
Why? 'Cause gotta be thuggin'

I've seen drugs done turned this motherfuckin' hood out
All us niggas actin' up, wild ass motherfuckin' adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral
Every motherfuckin' weekend

And you motherfuckers talkin' about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no motherfuckin' peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker?
You ain't heard? Little babies gettin' smoked

Motherfuckers killin' there whole family
'Lil kids gettin' thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin' abused
Peace? Niggas you out your motherfuckin' mind?

Fuck peace, we can't never have peace
'Till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made
'Till u fuckin' clean up the dirt you dropped
'Till we get a piece, fuck peace, Westside

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