Twin Cities - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Twin Cities
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt

Lyric:
Now we're in twin cities
Where the Mississippi rises and then falls
One is Minneapolis
And the other no less famous is St. Paul?s

There are stray dogs on the highway
And the local farmers moan about lack of rain
When the winds blew last winter I swear
England had another hurricane, hurricane

And we are twin cities, and we are that river
From the standing still, we will be delivered

Last time in New York was with Mandela
And Madonna and The Mets
They?re icons of an era where
That?s about as famous as it gets
(That?s what I call famous, babe)

I?ve seen cities full of ticker tape
And cotton trains through Utah, disappearing out of sight
Now I?m standing in a city
That?s as pretty as an ocean in the night

And we are twin cities, and we are that ocean
From the standing still, we are set in motion

And no one calls me up to say
?How long are you going to be away??
(Are you ever coming back?)
Yeah, yeah
(Are you ever coming back?)

No one calls me up to say
?Don?t let that life lead you astray?
(Don?t forget to come back)
Yeah
(Don?t forget to come back)

They were rioting in Detroit on the night
The Pistons won it back to back
I was out of there the next day
And I only had just two bags to pack

And we are twin cities, and we are one river
From the standing still, we will be delivered
And we are twin cities, and we are one ocean
From the standing still, we are set in motion

Yeah, we are twin cities
We are one river
(We are twin cities)
One ocean

We are twin cities
(We are twin cities)
We are one river, yeah
One ocean

We are twin cities, one ocean
We are twin cities

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Maps Of The World - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Maps Of The World
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): Bob Neuwirth, John Cale

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Lyric:
May I help you, Sir?
Yes, I'd like to buy a map, please
What kind of map?

As up-to-date as possible
I'm thinking of doing a bit of traveling
And I need the latest world atlas

I'm sorry but we may be in a bit of trouble there
All the maps are changing so rapidly
It's difficult to follow these days
Since the East has returned to the dance floor

Yes, I sense a loss of azimuth here
A falling off the edge of the world as we know it
A scattering of temples, a wish for a more modern Cairo
A more divisive equator, a more beautiful sunset
A bluer sky, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Gabon, Zaire, Congo, Rwanda
I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Zimbabwe, Botswana, Lesotho, Tanzania

The world changes partners to dance
Poor Libya, so misunderstood
The mighty Zambezi, the windblown Kalahari
A wish for a more electronic mailbox

A more African nightmare, a more vigorous Burundi
Mozambique Electronique, the armies of Namibia
Angola, who is your Cuba now?
Changed partners, the world wants to dance

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Somalia, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Togo
I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Tothigua, Sierra Leone, Senegal, Western Sahara

The maidens of Morocco, Burkina Faso, the riches of Liberia
A stranger symbolism, a sand-storm of antiquities
A more beautiful sunset, a sparser continent, a bluer sky
A more disturbing rhythm, an angrier drum-beat

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Estonia, Latvia, Kazakhstan, Nashville
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Ankara, Enseno and Madrid, Twin Cities, Reno

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Inuit, Rome, Vancouver
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Afghanistan, Sardinia, Peru
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Columbia, Argentina, France, Syria, Catalan, Oslo

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R.N.S. - Lyrics - Bumpy Knuckles

Title: R.N.S.
Artist: Bumpy Knuckles
Composer(s): Freddie Foxxx, Chris E Martin

Lyric:
It's time for this real nigga shit
Bumpy Knucks, ha, hah hah
Niggaz can't see I
Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis
Ha, hah, hah
Bu-Bu, Buh, Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks
Niggas can't see I
It's time for this real nigga shit

When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin' in high school, drinkin' forties, smokin' sherm
Listen to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin'
Gettin' somethin' in that niggaz ain't now gettin', feel me

Remember everybody wanted to be peace, god, divine
Real niggaz kept they attributes right through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses get me over rough courses

While I silence those voices that doubted my ability
To rip through these young ass niggaz
When I walk into the lyricist lounge, lyricists lounge
'Cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down

'Cause the rawest most illest shit make up my sound
That's why I stay gettin' money like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your face nigga, whassup now?
Fuck all that peace makin' bullshit

I heard you spit you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit
You say you bust it, that's bullshit
You know the illest MC that ever did it

The rawest nigga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millennium cities, watch what I do
I'm bout to save hip hop like Ghost did the Wu, come on

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy 'cause I'm complex

You know the real, nigga turnin' these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
'Cause f'real here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin' to Big Poppa, he said, "Foxxx, you the illest"
Uh, I make the realest nigga feel it

Got a little mob of niggaz I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry and give it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche
'Cause they hate to see me comin' with this too black approach

Through the hardest time in hip hop, I stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin' through your eyes
So nothin' that you do to me should come as no surprise

I continue bein' raw dog, puttin' in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and merc'

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the third verse
It's strictly business, if it's personal I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord tell me let you go

Don't need advice from no corny ass A and R
That never filled a milk crate with break beats
I keep it raw nigga straight street
To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A.
I still got the bulletproof pelle, pelle, pelle

Keep the music underground as I reiterate twice
Tell niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my ass? Nah, not likely, out mic me? Not likely
Stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee

Niggas know Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddy up
How bad I wanna fuck Brat since she pushed them titties up

It's the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip hop? Niggaz they can't take us
If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers

Bumpy Knucks
Niggaz can't see I
Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis
Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks
It's time for this real nigga shit, nigga shit, nigga shit

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