From The Dark Side - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: From The Dark Side
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Arnold Hamilton, Anthony Berkeley

Lyric:
Yeah, this is a story
That there are deep situations everybody go through in life
(It's something that we go through)
You know it's that inside part of you that you don't tell nobody about

Ya know what I'm sayin'?
From that inside that dark space inside you
(It's something that we go through)
From that darker that inner side of you
It's from the dark side

Blaow, blaow, no more knocks at your doors
It's just about to explode, hit the floor
I come from a triple blood-shedding
Spreading, my heading, straight from Armageddon

It's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Once you get slapped by the dark side
I was attacked, not clever to react
Small as a peep, I was deep in solar facts

My escapade level swelled
Threw up, fell, I grew up, five blocks from Hell
I'm used to seeing the grass grow black
Medaling pushing pedaling kids that pushed cracks

Murderers leavin' they traces
Ya wasted, permitted destroying the human races
Fuck it I'm bringin' ruckus
To brothers an APB out on the next Fredrick Douglass

I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't
With skills to paint, with my third eye
You're tranked
From the dark side

We expressing feelings, we expressing our dark feelings
So my feelings may be deeper than his
Or his feelings may be deeper than mines
But it's all in the expressing of a feeling
(From the dark side)

You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind

In a time when every preacher large and small shall fool them
Using Revelations as my crystal ball
I see more hordes of warlords who so hard
they forgot the graveyard terrain, scar tissues of brains

Be all illuminating soon the Illuminati platoons
Of Satan lay waitin' to slay men
Save your, amens, awaken
The reason that Grym is God

I escape through your synagogues
And gave the Egyptians, ancient inscriptions
Leaks into Christians, turn all the facts into fictions
Here comes the Reaper with the shot to your system

I chop religions that concoct the vision
Feel the incision of the sword that's piercing your third eye
Coming straight from the dark side
From the dark side

You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind
You are dumb and deaf and blind

Gravediggaz in the dark side
Coming to take you from the dark side back to the light
From the dark side

You're in the dark side
We're in the dark side
You're in the dark side
We're in the dark side

You're in the dark side
They're in the dark side
We're all in the dark side

You're dumb and deaf and blind
(It's something that we goin' through)
(From the dark side)
You're dumb and deaf and blind
You're dumb and deaf and blind
In the dark side

Yeah, Gravediggaz

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Cry Cry Cry - Lyrics - Third Eye Blind

Title: Cry Cry Cry
Artist: Third Eye Blind
Composer(s): John R Cash

Lyric:
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
Now the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry

I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry

Soon your sugar mommas will all be gone
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye
When you turn around and walk away you'll cry, cry, cry

When your fickle little love gets old no one will care for you
You'll come back to me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this you'll cry, cry, cry

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there
When everything's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, you're gonna cry, cry, cry

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40 - One More Gen - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - One More Gen
Artist: E
Composer(s): Samuel Ramone Bostic, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
I'm tryin' to hear some of that Mobb
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this crackin' then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin'
(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)

Old school, in the basement
(Some for the trunk)
Magazine Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this)

Mobb now
(Get this crackin' den)
It's a drought on
(Now)

What you holla? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this? So what dey know?
What dey know about this? So what dey know?
Now, strictly mobb, strictly mobb

I might be rich and I rap
But, a hundred dollars worth of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
I stay on stuff, a cup

I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game, I was told

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
That's how it's supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers
We do 'cause trouble 'cause we dump on

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission

Tryin' to have it in a major way after I was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper than them skinny

Crept on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes

Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
My down south thugs call 'em elbows, turnin' heads
With the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump

They nose, fakin' them domes
Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes
Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through stop signs
Just like them action films

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin' rhymes

It's just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to smoke to
Some, that you can to
Some, that I can relate to

It's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the boulevard

It's traditional, heavy ass for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your prime

I said, no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin' all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad tooth

With the cheapest econo lodge a like me can find
Drop her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin' to death

Empty handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been givin' up too much game

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's
(What did you make?)
Employee of the Month

Livin' above my means that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by word of mouth

It's just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to smoke to
Some, that you can to
Some, I can relate to

It's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the boulevard

Hah, oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey know?

Hella, the board of weebleizations up in this
The board of weebleizations
Head Above Water productions

Collaborated with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on this track
They nose up like this
Where that Sojourn at, whattup boy?

It's just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to smoke to
Some, that you can to
Some, I can relate to

It's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the boulevard

With this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' out, Suga T
(Ay, whassup gurl?)
D-Shot
(D-Shot?)

B-Legit up in this
(Yo, E-Feezee main)
Young Muggzy, Keveo
(You know)

Tap that ass Celly Cell
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone Tyrone
(Big Buddha)

D-Day from A-1
They doin' it like that down they ass
The Resevoir Hoggs up in this
(All day smashin')

There go Max and that Parlay
LeVitti the R&B singer on they ass
Gonna they nose with that Mobb
They head like that

My little young cousin' Mac Mall up in this
From the V-Town I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, ass tall can B
(Sic-wid-it nigga)

Cousin C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this ass

They heads up like this
V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit
I thought, they thought

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Assassination Day - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Title: Assassination Day
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis D. Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
What? Hey, yo!
There's no coke, what?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke?
What the fuck do you mean? There's no coke?

I've been in every fuckin' room
There's gotta be coke
There is nothing, nothing

Huh, uh, uh, help, help please
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help, me

It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk
Bad man, it's assassination day I stalk
It's assassination day [Incomprehensible]
It's assassination day, I

Uh, uh, yeah, uh
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I lived, a twenty five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive

Cream is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three G's accost in supreme court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail

Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind
It comes time I take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
Devil's poisonin' the birth water

The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin'
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened
Trapped in deep-water gaspin'
I clash with the Titans from my half on the action

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils, still peeled it still they're living built tilted

MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible

With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable

Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal

Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs
With the biological warfare

First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a yukon
Don, spread it out like gray poupon
Splurgin', mergin' in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird

God came in, aimin' like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like galaga

Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah, right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin' it like they blew top snow

You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy like prey

Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed

Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat
Now, who's best to describe for what I specialize in?
Murdereous rhymin', constantly in climbin'

My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback

It's assassination day, I
It's assassination day
It's assassination day
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

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Third Planet - Lyrics - The Moon & Antarctica - Modest Mouse

Title: Third Planet
Album: The Moon & Antarctica
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says
He's goin' out to find blind spots and he'll do it

The third planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped
When you get to the promise land
Your gonna shake that eyes hand

Your heart felt good it was drippin' pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
Outside naked, shiverin' looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon

Baby cum angels fly around you, reminding you
We used to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end

A third had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know, then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans, in our bodies

And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough, you'll end up where you were

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No Omega - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: No Omega
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
No Omega

I'm the Alpha, with no Omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a Persian
Rhyme everlastin, there'll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ID ideas are colorful
Givin em insight, but givin em trouble to
Comprehend cause they thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin
You bite like a parasite, said that it you attacks
But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match
You need more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready
When they check the pulse, you'll be Dead as Freddie
SHOP AT SEARS for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize, try to disguise it
If that don't work yo, then MIDASIZE it
You need more power, better bring Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
Bring it to me
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the
Workin
Then I'ma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin, at least you went out rappin
Now I'ma tell em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist
Sprayed up, he said he was gonna do what?
Played up, MC Grand but Pooh Butt
Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
You asked me why, cause her man tried to play me
I sent her back a nervous wreck
And tried to put her back in check
My speciality is masterin the female species
I specialize in her, until she sees
Where I come from, and why I came
I tame the train til she manifest my name
Fill her with life until she burst with energy
Then leave her restless, cause a lot of women be
Tryin to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
You wanna pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
You gotta use what you got
To get what you want
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears
Like mink earmuffs
So Eric show em how fast your hand'sll go
So the people in the stands'll know
That you don't scratch your cuts in the grave
Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep em, energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
Don't forget it's copastetic, set it
Anywhere you want your poetry's pathetic
You gets, no, credit, til you get it straight
Let's motivate
No intermissions cause it ain't commercial
If you wanna break then I'll reimburse you
I won't let go so my mic won't drop, cause
I can't, stop
Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
Especially when I start to say the
Rhymes with no omega

No Omega

No Omega

I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop

I can't, stop

I can't, stop
I can't, stop

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Focused Daily - Lyrics - Defari

Title: Focused Daily
Artist: Defari
Composer(s): Duane A Jr Johnson, Alan Maman, Michael Taylor Perretta

Lyric:
Sleep on the champ, man, you better read the scouting report
You doubtin' this, so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist
The Soul Assassin, straight blastin', bringin' heat
You marvel at my connects, wonderin' why you can't compete

You're not competitive, you're more like a sedative
You put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bed time kid?
Yet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills
And watch for those money-hungry

Anita Hill's lyrics are effortless
No matter how stormy the weather gets
Those who know me like Kobe say, "He's proliferate"
The gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups
Why you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?

I fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag
Don't pull no crap, just hit the track like a fullback
Lead block, don't mistake this for no pop rap, pop
But that raw deal feel that real hip hop

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

I'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters
Watch my blind side, catch an elbow to the dentures
Never drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses
Evidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions

This track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist
Will someone give me an award, illest vocalist?
I'll come wack when L.L. loses the hat
Better yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds

I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega phones
Loud be me or beat King Shamiq and do it to the crowd
I throw bucks under Daly like Chuck
Always focused, Evidence, yo, here's a notice

Of eviction, time to leave the premises
This albums is incredible, less are arch nemesis
I feel better 'cuz I spoke my peace
'Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

My lyrical's unparallel
You couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your cheap cell
Ring in your ear, crisp and clear
This nigga, Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year

Occasions, leavin' brains battered, bruised and blazin'
A statesman in the sun, Herut, the L.A. shogun
Show some, show many that lyrics are plated for
I'm here to last, in the late night more longer than Arsenio

Defari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff
So many niggas claim that they focused but that's a fuckin' bluff
Or a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye
I'm in tune wit this shit like when the birds fly

It's not enough to be focused just in the mind
Like the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally
Which means completely, I connect wit the drums
There's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
The thicker the weather gets
It's serious business
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
When I rock straight kids rejoice
Focused Daily

We straight serious in this
When I rock straight kids rejoice
Focused Daily

Cut and scratched
When I rock straight kids rejoice
Defari, Defari, Defari
Defari, Defari, Defari

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Red, Meth &Amp; B - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Red, Meth &Amp; B
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Clifford Smith, Larry Muggerud, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so
Yeah! Oh, listen to this
We gonna come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight

I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm

Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out

Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers

I won't leave till the job is done
Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'

If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat

My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko

They go on the break-off, mental breakdown
And shit you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley

You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
'Cause you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop shittin'

Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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Ra - Blvd. - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - Blvd.
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Aaron Phillip

Lyric:
I'm comin' through, it's the voice you can't ignore, it's Afu

Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu
You know we been doin' it for years, man
Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby

Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill, that's right
I'm stretching out with my tentacles when I nourish my skills
The illest with that other shit, perverted with this
Come and step inside the mother ship

I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script
Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get
I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope

Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw
Summertime, ladies at the bus stop
When I roll without the drop, they yellin'
Shimmy, shimmy, Coco Pop

Ill with the slurs, what? And I'm thick like yogurt
Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word
I know you like what you think what you like
But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight

Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest

Kid you know who we are
Afu to the Gang to the Starr
We got props on every boulevard

I do it like this and that, straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat
Like sex and candle wax
As a matter of a fact I take it back, in the days
If you whack, in fact, you get the bozack

And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin'
Tryin' to get the party kicking
But really they should be stinkin'
Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults
Slang slay your head, bang a boogie

I got a think-tank, that's lightin' up with the blinks
Move and sway but I'm compared to mint
Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental
Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle

Expressin' everything, including the kitchen sink
Building on topics from aluminum and zinc
So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axles
Get in your bath or round the rink

Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest

Kid you know who we are
Afu to the Gang to the Starr
We got props on every boulevard

Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest

Kid you know who we are
Afu to the Gang to the Starr
We got props on every boulevard

When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills
I'm hanging down like I'm testicles
Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer
Got a Pop Quiz? Yo, I help you with the answers

I'm Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel
80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible
Never allow my energy through Leviticus
As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis

Eyes tearing through the fog, shout my brothers and sisters
Who studied the Quran from a path of hip-hop
Shall arm in a synagogue, dinner china mushroom song

As the night prolongs that means I'm 'bout to put it on
So abrasive, and persuasive
Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers
Peace, computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers

Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest

Kid you know who we are
Afu to the Gang to the Starr
We got props on every boulevard

Why do you think that we should settle for less?
Now take a deep breath
No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest

Kid you know who we are
Afu to the Gang to the Starr
We got props on every boulevard

I'm comin' through
I'm holding aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore
I'm comin' through
It's Afu, you know who, I'm comin' faster

Yo, check this out
You know it's on the popper when I'm on the scene
That's right, it's me, DJ Premier
Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it

And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio
That's the way it goes down, and that's the way it's gonna be
Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I'm out, peace!

You have been listening to Life Force Radio

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52 - 47 Pop Stars - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - 47 Pop Stars
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino, Todd V Collins

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Lyric:
Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough
I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you
Yo, count 'em, here we go

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Sometimes I feel weird throw verbal Spears like Britney
That literally go from here to Houston, be just like Whitney
Battle me ya kiddin' me you a funny cat
I bet 50 Cents for Eminems ya won't get a Nickelback
The track I'm rippin' ain't really that hard
See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God

I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think?
No matter race religion or the color or the Creed
If ya black brown pink or in or out of sync
Or hang with the Beastie Boys just on the backstreet
You can live in Linkin' Park no matter just to me
See the Prince of peace is guaranteed to give ya what you need

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

One day these peep they were goin' past me
Walkin' with a limp eatin' Bizkits they hair was all Shaggy
I said, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin'
I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson
That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's Braxton
Dru is on the Hill just chillin' and relaxin'
Alicia lost her keys and she's really kind of sad and
I said, "U2 no doubt I know how that be happening"

But I need all the Dixie Chicks to gather in
And let me explain just the reason why I'm rappin' and
So I told Mariah, he carried my sin and died for me
My faith is in Christ who on hill called calvary
Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be
If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine
So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot
Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

My uncle was eatin' Korn on a Cracker all alone
It was 98 Degrees out he was out Counting Crows
And it was just then when my papa saw a roach
He dropped his Red Hot Chili Peppers and then he ran home
And just went and called up John the Mayor on the phone
It's a 311, 3 doors down now don't be slow
But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro
Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know

Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone
With Him Heaven not Nirvana is where you'll go
I try to show and let ya know but ya Third Eye is Blind
So need to open them up real wide
Even if you have to Blink 182 times
It's just so obvious that it can't hide
TLC tender lovin' care he'll provide
From girls to boys to men need to let him inside

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

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Dangerous Grounds - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Dangerous Grounds
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Patrick Charles, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now
It's goin' down
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come on, come on, ha

Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send 'em to the children of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin' evil
Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job like Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all natural

Beat your feet
Hot Nikk's son
Heat-mizer
Before you get the main course
Taste a appetizer

Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once again comin' at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin' at me get yo arrow god

Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
They all movin' targets Allah
Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
Dumb deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin' with mine keep it movin'

Now everybody just throw your hands in the
What the fuck, fuck?
Peace, who this?

Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line
Deep Space Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head first
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace
Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid

50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer
40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope view position

Dangerous ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down

Keep your eyes open
Love potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh sign
Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine
Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved' what the fuck Gods' thinkin' of
Comin' in the club wit that screwface, actin' up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin' we wild for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice 'cuz o
That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough

Island of Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit intent
To kill your whole regiment it's real
Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun
Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
Handle my B I camouflage like G.I.
Fat like Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life that's the life
Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle

Dangerous ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
Motherfucker

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Change - Lyrics - Darkhorse - Crazytown

Title: Change
Album: Darkhorse
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Thomas Abate, Seth Binzer, Craig Heilman, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Anthony Valli

Lyric:
Now in these cynical times are stereotypical minds
Got me falling from my pinnacle the minute I climb
Now these subliminal thoughts got individuals blind
I'm trying to look beyond the lies just to see what I'll find
I'm like a fly way in a cave another hour in the maze
I'll cover to the power, my criminal ways
The sun is shining but I'm catching minimal rays
It's time for me to bloom out of this childish phase
My life is like a battle that I'll probably never win
'Cause I keep thinking big and risking everything
Life's a challenge and I wonder if I'll ever find the balance
Mixed emotions and confusion topped off with many talents

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

My fingers pointing in the mirror I'm the one now
I see my shadow in the sun dial
Am I really out to change put my freedom in a cage
Slow down, man I got a son now
It's nothing new they all said it, and I knew it
But I had to go through it myself, I'm hard headed
But that's the only way that I learn
Get caught in the fire there's no escaping the burn, and it burns
Change this, change that, change is full of lies
I remain the same, can't wear a good disguise
Living life looking through my third blind crooked eye
So if I change I'd be changing for the worst wouldn't I?

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

I wanna run but if I run I'm only running from myself
Would it be easier if I was someone else?
I'm like a child playing with matches that's never been burned
Relearning all the lessons that I've already learned
On a highway to a destination I've earned
So many exits but I never bothered to turn
I'm like a piece of shard glass, laying on the frame
Of a window that was broken by the bricks of pain
Sometimes I feel just like the Devil's guinea pig
He's watching me just to see how deep I can dig
I admit, I'm fucked up and got a lot to learn
So I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridges I burn

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change, will I change or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Will I
Will I ever change
Can I
Can I ever change
Will I
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Will I
Will I ever change
Can I
Can I ever change
Will I
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
But the world wants to blame it on me
My life is twisted

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Matter Of Time - Lyrics - Kemistry - Kem

Title: Matter Of Time
Album: Kemistry
Artist: Kem
Composer(s): Kim Lamont Owens

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Lyric:
Matter of time
It's a matter of time

How can we be more like your brother
He was tall, thin and fine
The head of his class, yeah, yeah
And everybody liked him, hey

He'd spent his whole life chasing Heaven
But never seemed to find it
'Cause Heaven resides right here
On the inside, yeah

And people go from bad to good in just
The blink of an eye, oh yeah
If they can go from bad to good I guess
Then so can I, yeah

It's a matter of time, yeah
It's a matter of time, yeah

He'd take us downtown to the mission
Over on Mack and Third
To hear some of the strangest sounds
We'd ever heard, yeah

He'd say that bad things, they happen
But it's all divine please
Don't let this crazy cruel world
Make you blind

'Cause people go from bad to good in just
The blink of an eye, oh yeah
If they can go from bad to good I guess
Then so can I, yeah

It's a matter of time
It's a matter of time, yeah

It's a matter of time, yeah
It's a matter of time, yeah

It's a matter time before I
Find my way home
It's a matter of time before
I get it together

It's a matter of time
Boys and girls, it's a matter of time
A matter of time
It's a matter time, yeah
Sweet time, yeah

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