Tug Of War - Lyrics - Enchant

Title: Tug Of War
Artist: Enchant
Composer(s): Doug Ott

Lyric:
Hey, what do you want from me?
As far as I can see
There's really nothing you get for free

Hey, are you dense or just unaware
When you know the one that's there
Could care less if you even breathed

There's nothing up my sleeve
Yet I'm the one deceived

Swallow your pride and choke down the pills
Keep it inside and drink to your fill
You push it aside, still waiting
For your ship to finally come ashore
Just one more drop in the downpour to ignore

I know there's a heavy cost
If compromise isn't tossed
Your dreams can be completely lost

Still afraid of change
And I'm the one to blame

Swallow your pride and choke down the pills
Keep it inside and drink to your fill
You push it aside, still waiting
For your ship to finally come ashore
Just one more drop in the downpour to ignore

You sit and stare out the window
Searching for winds of change
Meanwhile the rest of the herd
Has much greener grass on their range

You hide in a chasm of pride
Too proud to dig yourself out
Heartache to the point where you break
Wake up and scream and shout

Hey, what do you believe?
In dogma and chemistry
Or a psychedelic philosophy?

When damaging your soul
You pay a heavy toll

Swallow your pride and choke down the pills
Keep it inside and drink to your fill
You push it aside, still waiting
For your ship to finally come ashore
Just one more drop in the downpour to ignore

Swallow your pride and choke down the pills
Keep it inside and drink to your fill
You push it aside, still waiting
For your ship to finally come ashore
Just one more drop in the downpour to ignore

Still you do nothing about it
Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war
Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war

Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war
Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war

Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war
Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war

Still you do nothing about it
You're playing tug of war
Still you do nothing about it

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Tug Of War - Lyrics - Leslie Phillips

Title: Tug Of War
Artist: Leslie Phillips
Composer(s): Leslie Phillips

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Lyric:
Ever since I became one of yours
I'm a target for the kill
The enemy is on my trail
Wants to own my will

Shots of guilt with every surge
Of enticing attack
Part of me wants to surrender now
But my heart fights back

Tug of war
Pulling my mind
Back and forth
All the time

In the stillness of my lonely room
I felt the passion of God's heart
Oh, you know I want to do what's right
But I'm so torn apart

Tug of war
Pulling my mind
Back and forth
All the time

Tug of war
Pulling my mind
Back and forth
All the time

Tug of war
Pulling my mind
Back and forth
All the time

Tug of war

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Cold War - Lyrics - Freedom Of Choice - Devo

Title: Cold War
Album: Freedom Of Choice
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Allen Mothersbaugh, Gerald Casale

Lyric:
I, I owe, owe you
Absolutely nothing
I, I know know you
Positively disagree

I've heard it said that, "All is fair
In love and war" so what's life for?
You watch it go out the window
Stop and go back for more

Go, go fight, fight punch
Your way to happiness
Go, go light, light or
You'll never be a big success

I heard it said that, "All is fair
In love and war" so what's life for?
The boy and girl, two separate worlds
The endless tug of war

Go, go fight, fight punch
Your way to happiness
Go, go light, light or
You'll never be a big success

I've heard it said that, "All is fair
In love and war" so what's life for?
You watch it go out the window
Stop and go back

I heard it said that, "All is fair
In love and war" so what's life for
The boy and girl, two separate worlds
The endless tug of war

I, I owe, owe you
Absolutely nothing

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Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence - Lyrics - Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True - Fair To Midland

Title: Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence
Album: Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
Artist: Fair To Midland
Composer(s): Clifford Campbell, John Matthew Langley, Andrew Sudderth, Jon Dicken, Brett Stowers

Lyric:
Mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives
Had the ways and means to breach the borders of easy street
And to blend right in we all surrounded them
In a white picket fence, now both ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends

Two peas in a pod, a battleaxe and a bastard child
Took one step more and went straight to the source
And to blend right in, they opened fire with
Their rain checks spent to make ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends

Go on, paint the whole town red
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
And so I wait

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends

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A Thousand Years Of War - Lyrics - Authority Zero

Title: A Thousand Years Of War
Artist: Authority Zero
Composer(s): Bill Marcks, Jim Wilcox, Jason Devore, Jeremy Wood

Lyric:
Throughout the generations flags of peace and treaties sworn
A decade passes by, it's just the calm before the storm
An age old situation that it seems may never end
Round and round we go and round and round we go again

What we see hides out in the grotto
What we do comes back around to follow
All these things when will we see?
It's pouring out of the lands

In a thousand years of war
A thousand lives are torn
A thousand bullets hit the ground
A thousand mothers mourn

The glass if half empty and the barrels half full
The aristocracy paid by the death toll
And both sides still rockin' their beliefs
The crooked politicians and the fucked up police
From this worldly hell I need a release
I can't believe they all died for a little grease

Throughout the generations flags of peace and treaties sworn
But history has proven that it's just the calm before the storm
Something's gone on for way too long and that's one thing for sure
A constant game of tug o' war, I'm asking, what's it all for?

A thousand years of war
Can you tell me who wins a war?
And what's the outcome in the end?
It's not a fairytale ending paved with happiness and joy

We've got another thing coming, what's it for?
Tells the fate of our tomorrow
What's the score? Another round is sure to follow
As for the innocent standing out in the streets
Take cover, it's another dead end

Lines in sand, lies and demands
You think you see it coming
Got another thing comin'
Take cover it's another dead end
(Round and around and around we go)

Pandemonium, confusion, hysteria, when's it going to end?
Stop all the fighting and stop all the war
Stop all the fighting it's kind of hard to ignore
Stop all the fighting can't you see its dead end?
Can you see its dead end?

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It'S All Bad - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: It'S All Bad
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Derek Barbosa, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Robert Stevens

Lyric:
Yeah, it's crazy ups and downs, you know what I'm sayin'?
Crazy how the world runs, word up
Check it out, bring it in

Lord, I'm tryin' to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

First of all I was born under a bad sign
Confined to torture, never saw what life had to offer
Time slips away like pop singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though

Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel
To strangle my aspirations from every angle
From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner
Hardcore performer, crowd warmer

Thought it was on but it wasn't
I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap, it goes to prove that
Being the greatest lyricist can't paint the full picture
It's a full mixture

I can't get me no, no satisfaction
Like bein' blind watchin' a movie with no closed caption
I need some time to ease my mind
I'm bested, fuck Mr. Wendal my development's arrested

All I wanted to do was rock with my fast ass
And blast past the mass, collect quick cash
Did what I did best, create but began to hate
All these flake music people makin' artists wait

But I'ma be up there one day
And soon to slam wax, innovate rhymes that my fans consume
I view this world through my notepad
Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then it's all bad

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

When I was merely a sophomore, went to Atlanta on a false tour
This ain't what I prayed so hard for
Dreams broken into individual particles
Like porcelain figurings attached to me like barnacles

Now I'm supposed to be happy like Bobby McFerrin
Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I'm wearin'
'89 I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate
I got it now but trust too bad it seems to gravitate

Evaporating positive energy from inside of me
To the point where my love for God no more provides for me
Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides
To paradise no one invites but puts the Bill Of Rights

1430 S A T proving ya
I'm a spick that'll die respective like Rahoul Julia
So cease with, all that street shit
Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit, till I see fit

To open my life strife like the pearly gates of Heaven
For merely a entertainment this is my expression
Prepare wealth and I'll share self
Maybe I can help but I'm lost but I be large anywhere else

The illegal, twisted, war novelist
The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this
And true to realm to be ourselves not to follow a fad or give in to trends
Till then, it's all bad

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

Unanswered prayers plays the background
I pull my baseball caps down
I hide the tracks of my tears from rappin' peers

I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to
I lose my mind, I lose my friends
My daughter's in a coma too

I'm goin' through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall
Record just went platinum, I'm slappin' 'em, I'll show you all
Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide
Was filmin' my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died

Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards, I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video

Now life's a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally
Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me
It's eatin' me, suicide attempts repeatedly
What I worked so hard for ultimately is defeatin' me

I'm paranoid my own mom can't avoid being a tabloid
So she wasn't shocked when my movie flopped
Caught in the industry, spendin' money frivolously
Now I've been robbed, I can't believe my lawyers did this to me

Next album was filled up with tragedies and despair
Are fans with smilin' faces with no real purpose for bein' here
I call the dear Lord, when in Billboard
I plummet from 3 to 10, it seems that failure is my new trend

Thought I was all that, now I just fall flat, splat
Vials of crack, my old friends won't let me call back
So where am I? Can I find myself a misty storm?
Invisible to God, I'm fallin' off like TJ Swan

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife and I'm tired of tryin' to conquer it
Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative
What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes

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Improvise - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Improvise
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, Q Jones, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Ayo, it's like this when Allah says "Let it be like
We are some designated, poetical brothers with mics
For whoever had skills to possess the gift
Combinated with the flavor and it goes like this, Tuna fish

I'm amphibious, citizen with the lesson plan
Cashier at the J5 concession stand, Akil

The militant steel with the peripheral
Telegraphic skill build up cross field, Mark Seven

Fundamentalist brining my verbal gift
My style is packed quik like cocca in swiss miss, Zaakir

For the way my pen sticks to rhymes
'Cause a million party people, it's about that time

And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminiscent of the wild style '75
'Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupyin' the drums
Takin' four MC's and make them sound like one

I be the spark from the cannon, blaze the outstandin'
Tug of war, with the poor, rich, and scandalous
Road runnin' bandit, race against advancment
Style winds 'cause storms when I perform

I'm a parker John Robot and stomp your whole spot
And beat you whole crew to a bunch of whole knots
Dissect you from the inner then declare myself the winner
Once the style clears, you'll be, real like finner

One of the black your contractor
Attackin' your backdoor, you're trapped in my trash compactor
Move back, whore, swingings before the trap door
It's causin' the capture of brothers who rap more

Yeah, check the shellin', rock niggas redder than watermelon
The grief-stricken, rotated 20/20 vision
Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spellin'
I pitch shift with unprecedented sharpness

Distributor, local street corner contributor
Word inhibitor, scientific positioner
Rhythm commision be J's for real
He drives the corssfader like a cutmobile

We prepetrate the fake, the fraud, the phony
Jurassic masters of the ceremony
You came and saw right before your eyes
In fact the old school flavor has survived, like this

And together, we show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
'Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupyin' the drums
We takin' four MC's and make 'em sound like one

And together, we show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
So whoever bought the tape bring your butt right back
'Cause you never in your life heard a cut like that

Hey, we flip fast phonographs 45 records smash
High was the forecast, ain't nothin' they never had

Make a move, never lose, competition quick to choose
New styles, hot rhymes, guarenteed to blow your mind

Who is he? The subtle fanatic for unity
Demonstratin' the ghetto diplomatic immunity

Well I'm the style stimulist, sound photosynthesis
Super with the sentences in the latin centuries

And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
'Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupyin' the drums
Takin' four MC's and make them sound like one

And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
'Cause it's the brothers on the mic in the place to be
It's the J U R A double S I C

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When The Music Stops - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: When The Music Stops
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Ronald Feemster

Lyric:
{Music reality
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we, as entertainers have a responsibility
To these kids, psyche}

If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love or would it matter?
Could never be the lead off batter
If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see saw battlin'
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate, I came way
Too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
"What the fuck, you take me for a joke? You smokin crack?"
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
'Fore I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark
Y'all steady tryin' to drown a shark
Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass
Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shootin' I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish leap
Yo slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man, I hate this crap
This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life, when the music stops

Ain't no gettin' rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin' this bitch, is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark diligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
To awake neighbors for acres
I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical
I'm allergic to dyin', you think not?
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops

I was happy havin' a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog
And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends
No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
Damn, when you slam into the wall
And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
When the music stops

Let's see, how many of your men loyal?
When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Penz oil
I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
Tossed in the paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shouted
Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
If I was you niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can hurt me
Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life
Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife
Deliver that shit that coroner's like
You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight
Nigga, you're a goner at night when the music stops

Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like Woof!
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga
Or make the news, betcha all y'all move
When the Uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop

Music has changed my life in so many ways
Brain's confused, been fucked since the fifth grade
LL told me to, "Rock the Bells"
NWA said, "Fuck the Police," Now I'm in jail
Ninety three was strictly R and B
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
Michael Jackson who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight
Flyin' down Sunset smokin' crack
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock
I'm reachin' for the glock but the music stops

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Sheard - I'Ve Been Changed - Lyrics - Karen Clark

Title: Sheard - I'Ve Been Changed
Artist: Karen Clark
Composer(s): Walter Worth Milsap, Erick Walls, Harold Spencer Jr. Lilly, Karen Clark, Candice Nelson, Magdalene Ruth Millsap

Lyric:
Yeah, well, I wonder is there anybody out there been changed

Any other day, I wouldn't have dealt with this situation this way
There were a lot of things, I wanted to say but I
Thought about what would have happened if I let you get the best of me
No way and now I can truly say

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play lets me know, I've been changed

Never mind what you've heard. I'm not the same
Somewhere, somehow, someway I reversed the way I do things
No it ain't worth all the tug of war with you to prove I'm stronger
I no longer stay to play and lose, now I am proud to say, it's true

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play lets me know, I've been changed

Make no mistake about it, anyone could change
But it takes a strong mind to say that doing the right thing is okay
And now that I've decided to give up these ways
There's no turning back now
Now that I've found out I can overcome these things, oh

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

I was a bird on the ground using my legs to get around
I was a piano out of tune but I've been turned around
Tell you how I know, places I used to go, I don't even go no more
'Cause I can fly now and the song, I play let's me know, I've been changed

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Legit - Check It Out - Lyrics - B

Title: Legit - Check It Out
Artist: B
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Brandt Jones, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top, big rigga
Check it, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it

It ain't cell in this town that can hold
And fuck the task force 'cuz them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
Told me if I move that they was blastin'
Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin'
Who's the big balla, who supply your crew?
Who got the big birdies in the box is it you?
I never said a word 'cuz nigga I don't do so
You fools, got some question better ask the lawyer Rouseau

I'm so international, all about my cashional
18 million rational, speak mice?
What you want fool dogg tell me what you need
'Bout a couple pints of Hennisse an eighth of weed
Seems time gettin' shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, B-legit, and 40 Water
Niggaz oughta, get to swervin'
Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin'

Squa, squab music, Mobb music
Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music
The 213 the 41510
Pull a ho without a muthafuckin' tug of war
40 water your playa patna
Ever since the womb, I been a tycoone
Actin up
(Actin' up)
Actin' tough
(Actin' tough)
Actin' bad with all kinds of guns and stuff

From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga

I got a half a ounce and a 'four to bounce
Half a brick to flip, large amount accounts
Life as a young nigga with loot don't count
Life as a young nigga with loot turned out
You know it ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Flow like fluid, you's inlcuded
Pursue it, subdue it and run through it
Doin' what I do is hard to maintain my composure
Ah man they came through with no douja

The muthfuckin' county ain't no place for the savage
A cock hound dank smokin' nigga 'bout his cabbage
But if I'm ever caught I'm a ride my shit
Divorce my broad but nigga keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my momma backyard
Steady poppin' chyme to correctional guards
They fucks wit my crew 'cuz they claim that we be trouble
Them niggaz from the V to the H-I double

I'm tryin' to get this party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there, some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 rollin' blunts at the crib
First I take a hit, strolls like a pimp
The muthafuckin' savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this timin' ass balla
Hit the block stock in my ninety fin Impala

Let them pipes holla
I know I'm lookin' saucy
19 shots sittin' next to my 40
Snatch my knot
Shake the spot and gets far
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' rap star

From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga

Me open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now I'm sittin' kilograms
Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost 'cuz I'm highly spoken 'bout
Niggaz love me because I'm all about my paper route
I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shit
For all I know they might decide to raid shit
Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art

Now it's goin' down am I living in the past
This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass
You either take me in or let's this timer go
Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know
I told you I'm a rapper, love to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin' game
Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
About Kurupt, B-legit and 40 water

From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin' big rigga

From a nickel and dime ass nigga
(Check it)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it)
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it)
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it)
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
(Check it out)
To a top
(Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it)

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Featuring Some Of Your Favorite Words - Lyrics - From First To Last

Title: Featuring Some Of Your Favorite Words
Artist: From First To Last
Composer(s): Jon Weisberg, Matt Good, Travis Richter, Derek Bloom

Lyric:
Words don't seem to come so easy
When I need them, oh, so badly
Here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
Maybe I can give this another shot
Or sing about a broken heart
Or imitate the way it feels, if this is happening for real

This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges

This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice

Killing time by drawing faces
That stare back at me from the margins
In a sea of eight and a half by elevens, I'm drowning in
Treading through run on sentences
And sinking into empty text
I'll swallow the salt then spit a few dry words out

This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges

This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice

No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to

No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to

Throw this paper into fire and take me with it, just take me with it
Throw this paper into fire, into fire, yeah
Throw this paper into fire, into this fire
Throw this paper into fire and throw me with it, just throw me with it

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On &Amp; On - Lyrics - Baduizm - Erykah Badu

Title: On &Amp; On
Album: Baduizm
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Erica Wright, Jahmal Cantero

Lyric:
Oh my, my, my
I'm feelin' high
My money's gone
I'm all alone

Too much to see
The world keeps turnin'
Oh what a day
Day what a day

Peace and blessin's manifest with
Every lesson learned
If your knowledge were your wealth then
It would be well earned

If we were made in his image
Then call us by our name
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear him just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin? like a rollin? stone
Oh on and on and on and on
All right to the break of dawn

I go on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin? like a rollin? stone
Oh Lord on and on and on and on
God damn it I'm a sing my song

I was born under water
With three dollars and six dimes
Yeah, you may laugh what
'Cause you did not do your math

Like one, two, three
Damn y?all feel that over there?
Like one, two, three
Y?all feel it over them?

Like one, two
In the middle y'all feel that?
Like one, two
Y'all feel that?

Like one, two, three, hah
The world keep turnin'
Oh what a day
What a day, what a day

The man that knows somethin? knows that he
Knows nothin? at all
Does it seem colder in your summer time and
Hotter in your fall?

If we were made in his image then
Call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God but
They fear us just the same

Somebody said, "On and on and on and on"
My cipher keeps movin? like a rollin? stone
Oh Lord on and on and on and on
All right to the vultures swarm

On, on, on
My cipher keeps movin? like a rollin? stone
On, on, on
Mad props to the God jah born

I?m feelin? kind of hungry
'Cause my high is comin? down
Don?t feed me yours
'Cause food your does not endure

I think I need a cup of tea
The world keeps burnin'
Oh what a day

The mothership can?t save you
So your ass is gon' get left

If we were made in his image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear us just the same a cup of tea

On and on and on and on
My cipher keeps moving like a rollin? stone
And go on on and on on and on on on why?
'Cause you did not do your math

Oh Lord on and on and on and on mash
My cipher keeps moving like a rollin? stone
I go on, on, hah, on
And on and on

I think it's time to take the jam deep into the hype
Hard core cold hypin' the mic
I just so happen to be tough with a capital T
Ain't no weak ass trick MC keep up rough wit me

Hard on the mic, silly smooth with rhyme
You can read about Badu in your hip hop Time
You know I'm good to go since I'm up the part
Yeah I'm throw up the rope, they wanna play tug of war
Jealousy appears between both your ears
'Cause I been doin' this shit for years, hah

Never goin' out whack, I'm a female Mac
So sax get back, while my dollars stack
Potential buy knockin' freedom, but still hard to handle
Got it up top, don't watch the blank channel
Got soul, 'cause a monkey take a whiff of the jam

You're on with the song
Just say, "Thank you mam"

Cipher movin'

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The Art Of Losing - Lyrics - Rise Against

Title: The Art Of Losing
Artist: Rise Against
Composer(s): Brandon Barnes, Joseph Principe, Dan Wleklinski, Timothy Mcilrath

Lyric:
I'm not fucking blind to the way that you talk around the truth
Not just what you say but what you do
Played this tug of war way too fucking long
Like every time again I've lost you've won

You took advantage of the trust that I gave
Took my forgiveness rubbed it back in my face
Reaching for words but there's nothing to say
I'm left to wonder will this ever be the same

This rage burning through my veins regret consumes my mind
Cutting deeply like a razor blade
Will I live to see another day without questioning your motives
With constant doubt

You took advantage of the trust that I gave
Took my forgiveness rubbed it back in my face
Reaching for words but there's nothing to say
I'm left to wonder will this ever be the same

And as we sit back waiting for these scars to heal
Tries to convince ourselves that this, that this isn't real
Will you allow me to forget your past
Or will you always hang it over my head

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Streets Of Heaven - Lyrics - Sherrié Austin

Title: Streets Of Heaven
Artist: Sherrié Austin
Composer(s): Paul T Duncan, Al Kasha, Sherrie Veronica Krenn

Lyric:
Hello God, it's me again, two a.m., room 304
Visitin' hours are over, time for our bedside tug 'o war
The sleepin' child between us may not make it through the night
I'm fightin' back the tears as she fights for her life

Well, it must be kinda crowded on the streets of Heaven
So tell me what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever?
But right now, I need her so much more

She's much to young to be on her own
Barely just turned seven
So who will hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Tell me God, do you remember, the wishes that she made?
As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake
She wants to ride a pony when she's big enough
She wants to marry her daddy when she's all grown up

Well, it must be kinda crowded on the streets of Heaven
So tell me what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever?
But right now, I need her so much more

She's much to young to be on her own
Barely just turned seven
So who will hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Lord, don't you know, she's my angel?
You've got plenty of your own
And I know you hold a place for her
But she's already got a home

Well, I don't know if you're listenin'
But prayin's all that's left to do
So I ask you Lord, have mercy
You lost a son once too

And it must be kinda crowded on the streets of Heaven
So tell me what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever?
But right now, I need her so much more

Lord, I know once you've made up your mind
There's no use in beggin'
So if you take her with you today
Will you make sure she looks both ways?

And will you hold her hand
When she crosses the streets of Heaven?
The streets of Heaven

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Comforting Lie - Lyrics - Gwen Stefani

Title: Comforting Lie
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Tony Kanal, Thomas Dumont, Gwen Stefani

Lyric:
I started out on the wrong foot
Now I'm not myself
I am Jekyll, I am Hyde
Found this place to hide
Come seek me

Oh, so up and down
So back and forth
So insecure
Can't get this taste out of my mouth
Swallow it down, pretend

An' hold it, an' hold it all in
Let it build up
Oh, build a bomb
Then blow it, blow it away
Clear it all out
Just end it

I'm just a normal person
Without those problems
When did it change?
Admissions so embarrassing
I'm on the verge of tears again

An' hold it, an' hold it all in
I'll let it build up
Oh, build a bomb
An' blow it, an' blow it away
Clear it all out
Just end it

Oh, look I took the band aid off
Did I take it off too soon?
Hysterical confession
My big courageous move

Don't grasp at the predictable
A comforting lie can't last
Preordained checklist of this awkward love
It's so sad

An' hold it, an' hold it all in
I'll let it build up
Oh, build a bomb
Then blow it, blow it away
Clear it all out
Just end it

An' sort it, an' sort it out
I'll just give it back
No thank you
An' toss it, an' toss away
Eliminate
Just give up

I, I can't decide
This tug of war
I'm feelin' weak
Yea

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Welcome To New York City - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Welcome To New York City
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquarters
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn
Harlem World, stand the fuck up
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida

Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you, catch me frontin' center
At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor

Next to Spike an' be panned left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks
With the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic
An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night
An' it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight one
You'll get eight from me, nine an' straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle
Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano

It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur
Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live
Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, hit you from 2 1
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One

Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love
An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov

I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'
Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks
[Incomprehensible]
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Lysette Titi, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
Darkchild, 9-9
(They ain't ready for this)
Ja Rule
Uh, Darkchild

Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn
I couldn't think about the next man bangin' you
Hittin' it, empowerin' you the I used to
You make me holla, your cat top dollar
Purr when wet, worth puttin' diamonds on your collar

We down, hittin' switches like a 6-4
Follow me and you against the world, baby girl
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you broken, now she got your side of the bed
Your 6 with wide-screen TVs, in the head

You like the livin? dead ?cuz you won't be back
The cat you thought was on throwin' you off-track
(Oh, oh, oh)
Can't do that, love's like a tug-a-war match
You can't win, you fall in, get too attached

You wanna be where I'm at, feelin' me without climax
Nails diggin' in my back, head board outta wack
What you love about Ja is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby, why?

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

I fell in love with you, see, like they do in movies
You were the generous type, you brought me things I didn't need
Promised to take care of me but then I pushed you to leave, yeah, yeah
Money don't make the man, I understand, since I let you go
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

But I could've had damn near everything, yeah, yeah
You see I should've changed my plans
Let you be my man just for your doe
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And never ever have to explain

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

It's wrong for me to think this but I could have handled it
Me playin' you for a fool, frontin', so romantic
Just to get my wishes granted, I should've did what I had to do, oh
Now when I think it through, I could've been to you a real good girl
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

It didn't mean that this is your world, yeah, yeah, yeah
To satisfy all my needs I could've pleased you a little bit more
(Oh oh oh oh)
Should've been, could've been, would've been
But these thoughts I just ignored, oh

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

You don't even wanna talk to me, you don't wanna be with me anymore
You don't even wanna call at all, but you come around tryin' to hit me off
You don't wanna go out with me, I can't stand to see you outta line
But it's really killin? me, you're not feelin? me, I wish you were mine but

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside
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Wind Me Up - Lyrics - The Harsh Light Of Day - Fastball

Title: Wind Me Up
Album: The Harsh Light Of Day
Artist: Fastball
Composer(s): Tony Scalzo

Lyric:
Funny, how I couldn't see
This is not at all about you, it's about me
Everything has happened the way it was meant to be

Here's an opportunity for us to find
A way for me to tell you what's been on my mind
Please forgive me, I don't mean to seem unkind
But you wind me up, so wind me up again

I feel the tug of war
It only seems to happen when we open love's door
Everything is back to the way it was before

Can you tell the difference or is it the same?
Does it really count unless we give it a name
Please forgive me, I don't mean to seem insane
But you wind me up, better wind me up again

Funny, but I thought you knew
All those things you think about I think about too
Gotta seperate the unreal from what is true

Here's an opportunity for us to find
A way for me to tell you what's been on my mind
Please forgive me, I don't mean to seem unkind
But you wind me up, so wind me up again

[Foreign Content]

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Trash - Lyrics - Count Three And Pray - Berlin

Title: Trash
Album: Count Three And Pray
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): John Crawford

Lyric:
Feeling nervous, I'm feeling so strange
Just a prisoner wanting to escape
Let go feel your body, let go of your mind

A walk on the wild side calls you
Safety in numbers pulls you in
Let go feel your body, let go of your mind

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
Live a little trash
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
You can live with your past
Live a little

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
Live a little trash
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
You can live with your past

This tug of war is useless
Why not have your cake and eat it too
A little bit naughty, a little risqué

One night living kamikaze
Dive in, do or die and make a splash
Then watch all the water run over the sides

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
Live a little trash
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
Live a little trash
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
Live a little trash
You can live with your past

Live a little trash
Make it fun, make it fast
You can live with your past

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