Upon This Rock - Lyrics - As I Am - Kristin Chenoweth

Title: Upon This Rock
Album: As I Am
Artist: Kristin Chenoweth
Composer(s): Gloria Gaither, Dony Mcguire

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Lyric:
When others see with earthly eyes
Just what they wannna see
You will see the face that never die

You will know and recognize
My simple child like face
The priceless truth others will deny

When others say, "He?s just a man
Who likes to dream his dream"
When others call a miracle, a myth

You listen for eternity
In moments as they pass
And see with spirit eyes what others miss

Upon this rock, I?ll build my kingdom
And on this rock, forever and ever it shall stand
And though the powers of Hell itself
Shall never more prevail against it
For Satan?s thrones are built on sinking sand

Upon this rock, I?ll build my kingdom
And on this rock, forever and ever it shall stand
Upon this rock of revelation
I?ll build a strong and mighty nation
And it shall stand the storms of time, upon this rock

A famous simple carpenter
You see the son of God
If You could choose to lose when You could win

If You would give Your life away
With nothing in return
Then You are where my kingdom will begin

Upon this rock, I?ll build my kingdom
And on this rock, forever and ever it shall stand
And though the powers of Hell itself
Shall never more prevail against it
For Satan?s thrones are built on sinking sand

Upon this rock, I?ll build my kingdom
And on this rock, forever and ever it shall stand
Upon this rock of revelation
I?ll build a strong and mighty nation
And it shall stand the storms of time

Upon this rock, I?ll build my kingdom
And on this rock, forever it shall stand
Upon this rock of revelation
I will build a strong and mighty nation
And it shall stand the storms of time

Upon this rock, I'll build my church
Upon this rock, upon this rock

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Family Affair - Lyrics - No More Drama - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair
Album: No More Drama
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

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Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

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Family Affair (Remix) - Lyrics - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair (Remix)
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

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Da Dip - Lyrics - Freak Nasty

Title: Da Dip
Artist: Freak Nasty
Composer(s): Eric Timmons

Lyric:
This goes out to all the women in the world
Especially her, you know it don?t even matter
Your age, don?t even matter yo color

Yo fellas, I ain't forget about y?all
This is for everybody who like to dance
Just listen to what I?m sayin?
And do it, and take a chance

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip, I dip, we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
And we can get down low and roll it 'round

Get on the floor like I said before
Y?all remember that down low
Just put a little dip with it
Now put those hips with it

Pop it push it rock it roll it
Can?t control it? I can hold it
It?s all in fun so take a chance
Just get on the floor and do that dance y?all
I know you like it, so don?t try to fight it

Turn around baby, let me see it from the back
Yeah, I like it like that, get up now, roll those hips
Drop down double up on those dips
Freak Nasty wanna see can y?all do this, right like me

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
And we can dip down low and roll it 'round

Back again with the second verse
It?s all clean so I?m not gonna curse
Droppin' bass like a bad habit
Love all women 'cause I got to have it

Comin? at y?all in stereo
I?m ridin' that thing like a rodeo
Hang on baby 'cause the ride is rough
And don't stop till you get enough

Have them girls in the front
Now or later, just bumpin' that rump
Raise it up, let me see that 'round
Slap it girl, make it jiggle 'round

Round and round that rump goes
Where it stop, yo no one knows
Freak Nasty wanna see
If y?all do this right like me

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
And we can dip down low and roll it 'round

Well, alright y?all, if you ain't dippin'
You must be trippin', if you ain't doin' the down low
You gots to go to the people thats movin? slow
On the dance flo?, yo DJ, pump it up some more

It?s off to the show in the limo
Before the show, gotta make that dough
Pay them girls what they worth
Slip that money under that skirt

Take it off baby, let me see
You might get a little more loot chi-chi
String-havin' that's so much fun
Playin? that side between them buns

Shawty got it on like moms
Teasin? me and she know I?m starvin'
Lick you up then like you down
But I ain't finished girl, turn around

Like you up and down your back
'Cause I?m that freak I?m freaky like that
Freak Nasty wanna see can y?all do this right like me

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
Then we can dip down low and roll it 'round

Settin? it off to another level
You diggin? freak nasty without a shovel?
This is my world, I?m just a squirrel
Tryin' to get a nut, so what?s up?

Yo DJ, when the party?s getting slow
Throw on this jam on and watch them flow
Takin? over like in 94 when I had the world
Gettin? down low

New Orleans born, ATL-livin'
Freak Nasty?s what I?m givin?
My juice is sweet like Georgia Peaches
Women suck it up like leeches
(Uh huh)

It feels so good you must admit
You like this shh, yeah y?all know the song
So come on won?t you sing along?

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand up on my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip

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Lyte As A Rock - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Lyte As A Rock
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Kirk Robinson, Lana Moorer

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Lyric:
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E

Do you understand
The metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a rock?'
It's explainin', how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm sayin', King?

Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte as a rock'
A simile because of the usage of the word 'As'
And now, directly from the planet of Brooklyn
MC Lyte, as a rock

Must I say it again, I said it before
Move out the way when I'm comin' through the door
Me, heavy? As Lyte as a rock
Guys watch, even some of girls clock

Step back, it ain't that type of party
No reply if you ain't somebody
Get out my face, don't wanna hear no more
If you hate rejection, don't try to score

First base? You ain't got what it takes
You smile, you wink, you big fake flake
You're so pathetic you make my stomach turn
You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn

I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E

Lyte as a rock, or I should say a boulder
Rollin' down your neck, poundin' on your shoulders
Never shall I be an Emcee, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L Y T E

This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit
All in the way, just little obstacles
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out, just like Popsicles

Suckers out of my way, we're not on the same wavelength
I show stability, potential and strength
On the other hand, you are weak and unruly
Could never be a spy, 'cause you're just a plain stoolie

I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E

I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm
Def rhymes on the microphone is what I'm givin'
Yes I am a rock and you are just a pebble
Milk turn up the base and rock adjust the levels

If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million
Wait, Lyte is capable of paintin' a bazillion raps
So when I say it, this is what I mean
Audio Two an alliance on the scene

And I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill
Party people are you ready, jam if you will
Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee I am a rapper who is here
To make the things the way they're meant to be

The World Ultimate, I'm here to take the title
But I had a little trouble upon, my arrival
But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me
Lyte is here, no one can stop me

I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E

There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know
We also have, hip-hoppers that follow
By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar
I'm also the leader of the hip-hop followers

Now get this, I'm at a jam and I'm rockin' it
Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin' it
The grace as I ease across the stage
Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage

They laugh, 'cause they assume I'm in prison
But in reality, they're locked in
Once again' I'll state that I can't be stopped
'Cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, rock

I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
I am the Lyte "A-a-as a rock" L Y, L L Y T E
...

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All Night Long - Lyrics - Common

Title: All Night Long
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Ahmir Thompson, Erykah Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, wanna feel the vibe
Wanna feel the vibe, wanna feel the vibe
Uhh, wanna, what? Yeah
Wanna, what? Uhh, yeah
(Come on)
Everybod', c'mon, uhh
Yo, yo
(All night long)

Durin' divine hours, I use mind power to refine
[Unverified] girls, and make 'em feel like black pearls
Get they minds off acrylic nails and the rap world
It's a lot you can find in the lost, black girl
Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages
Discussin' who we boned and who God is
Pro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners
I kick it for the Chevy, ridin' head to backstreet leaners

All
(Uhh)
Night
(Yea, yea, what?)
Hah
All
(Huh, uhh)
Night
(Whatcha say now, Bee, what?)

All
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Night
Aow, Aow, oww
(To freak it with the)
All
(Now let me get a piece of this)
(Let me get a piece, Bee)
Night

Check it, check it
I was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktail
Tryin' to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and Rockwell
Lock'd in this grid like a Tupac tale
While her-on rock smells make the cops tail
My third eye is my rail, on this L of thought
With Afrocentric stamps I'm mailin' thoughts
To my Gods held in court

I dwell where rebellion's taught, and emotions seldom walk
I try to 'Walk Like An Egyptian', but hieroglyphics fail to talk
I guess the hustlin' is the unspoken Gospel
Love that I'm an apostle, feel the holy spirit of Chicago
E Bottom, here's the bottle
I think I need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel
(Come on bay-bay)
Bust it

I jus' wanna rock you
All night long
All
(Come on bay-bay)
All night long, all night long
All night long, on and on and on and on
(Come on bay-bay)

I jus' wanna rock you
(All night long)
All night long
(All night long)
All
(On and on and on and on)
Hah, uh huh

I
(All night long)
Jus' wanna rock you
(All night long)
All night long
(All night long)
What? Yo-yo, yo-yo yo-yo check it, check it
On and on and on and on

A portrait of the Artist, formerly known as Sense
The brain-wash, with my vocal tones I rinses
Opportunity and the beat knocks
Women, give me rhythm like beatbox
But it's the year of completion
I want a Queen to complete Rash'

Who's flavored from stacks to Reeboks
Send blessings to the family of Ice Mike
Shit like that, don't help me write, right, but I got [unverified]
Like a destruction worker, when it's time to build
Get off like Sam Jack' and it's 'Time To Kill'
In perseverance I'ma find a meal and provoke
My gramps used to trick off big papers at the riverboat
It go

All night, all night
All night, you got it goin' all night
All night, y'know, y'know it all night
All night, oah, ahh, hoah, hoh
(Yea, yeah)

I jus' wanna rock you
(One more time)
All night long, oah hoh
(Ebb in feelings)
I jus' wanna rock you
(I ain't sleeping)
All night long
(All night long)
On and on and on and on

Check it, I walk downtown to tempos and never lose the beat
Some people got ignorance confused with bein' street
On the street of desire, my body and soul meet
Arguin' over thick broads and meals with no meat
Had the cold feet for a second
Mega-niggaz in my box throwin' suggestions
Had me checkin' myself and double checkin', I popped the 'Resurrection'
In the mirror I only heard my reflection

Let me hold mics, while you hold dicks and CD collections
And at MusicLand and Coop's, we can make connections
I meditate with confidence, to not chomp on cents
Outspoken like 30's but yet I guard my lips writin' niggaz with stripes
I hold posture with poppin' shit to fat broads
Wearin' ostrich, givin' 'em voice mail
Tracks are like County to them I voice [unverified]
If you believe in Heaven, why is the choice Hell?
Why is this choice Hell? Why is this choice Hell?

I jus' wanna rock you
All night long, ohh, ohh
(Keep goin')
I jus' wanna rock you
(Keep goin', keep goin', keep on)
(And don't you give up)
All night long
(Ah, keep on, ah, keep on)
Ohh, ohh
(Ah keep on, ah, keep, ah, don't you give up)

I
(All night long)
Jus' wanna rock you
(All night long)
All night long
(If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest)
On and on and on and on
(Keep it goin' baby)
(If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest)

I jus' wanna rock you
(All night long)
All night long
(If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest)
(All night long)
On and on and on and on

All
(If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest)
Night
All
(If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest)
Night
All night
All night

All
(Don't stop now)
Night
(No, no, no, no, uh, uh)
All
(You bet' not stop)
Night
All night

Yeah, Common Sense and Badu

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Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2 - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (War) - Ice Cube

Title: Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2
Album: War And Peace Vol. 1 (War)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Rick Rock, O'Shea Jackson, Qd

Lyric:
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin' through the screen door
(Hey, let me in)
(Big Daddy got a fifth of gin and down to sin)

Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin' over pickin' up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin' to get her
I'm sittin' in yo' livin' room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain't tryin' to be the fuckin' groom so stop bitchin'

I like the way that ass is switchin', answer the door
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo', baby daddy
Lookin' like he mad at me
(What?)
Wit'cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo' drama in the projects

Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?

You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin'
Nick that bud 'fore it bloom and start stalkin'
I can hear you guys yellin' a little strugglin'
Youse a fool if you think that I'm jumpin' in

That nigga jet, smokin' on a cigarette
You say, "Domestic shit, get you soakin' wet?"
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
While I'm drinkin' all the Kool-Aid, watchin' Jamie Foxx

I'm hearin' mo' knocks
(Oh, that's just my people)
(They came all the way to the projects to meet you)
Who?

This fool wearin' black, his girl in the see through
Distraction, a little action, I woke up, tied up like
(What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin')

Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold

Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house

Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time, once upon a time

I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw
Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten
Here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought

I thought, "I betta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin' tape
I'm free, bombin' on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine and a grin

It's the baby, daddy he ain't playin'
He started layin' everybody down, about face with a frown
I'm runnin' to the bedroom, I lock the door
And grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on

I think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock
It's the girl from two-ten, with her number and a glock
Said, "Call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check"
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects

And I just might do that

Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time in the projects
Once upon a time, once upon a time

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Rock And Roll Evacuation - Lyrics - Señor Smoke - Electric Six

Title: Rock And Roll Evacuation
Album: Señor Smoke
Artist: Electric Six
Composer(s): Tyler Spencer

Lyric:
This is an evil generation
I see with my eyes
I seen ?em walking around in their suits
And honey, I seen the ties

Evil girls biting good girls
Turning good girls into evil girls
Evil boys eating evil hamburgers
Evil boys eating evil fries

This is an evil generation
Rock and roll evacuation
As far as the eye can see
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tune into this radio station
Rock and roll evacuation
In a fit of emergency

We are just hungry little creatures
Feeding upon lies
I seen ?em lining us up on the wall
And trading us for pies

Seen a man on the television
Telling me to listen to the radio
Hear the man on the radio
Telling me no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

This is a bad, bad situation
Rock and roll evacuation
It?s not looking too good to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Evil spreads across the nation
Rock and roll evacuation
Apocalyptic insurgency

You kill the body child
But the head is still gonna live
You can give all your money now
'Til there?s nothing left to give

You can play your electric guitar
But it ain?t gonna change the world
You can get all emotional on me
Cry like a little girl, cry

We are disposable creations
They?re throwing us away
Ignoring everything that we do
And everything that we say

Mr. President make a little money
Sending people you don?t know to Iraq
Mr. President I don?t like you
You don?t know how to rock

This is an evil generation
Rock and roll evacuation
As far as the eye can see
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tune into this radio station
Rock and roll evacuation
In a fit of emergency

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Got To Rock On - Lyrics - Audio-Visions - Kansas

Title: Got To Rock On
Album: Audio-Visions
Artist: Kansas
Composer(s): Steve Walsh

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Lyric:
It's no funny hanging around
Winter seems so numbing
Getting fat where I sit down
Do you suppose it's old age coming

I get this feeling I'm no good for nothing
Life has led me wrong
Once in a while it makes it all worthwhile
If I can sing this song

I got to rock on I can't be this way
I'm hanging around but wait till music's in season
That's when I'm high that is how I play
And I do it the best that's all I need for a reason

Can't think straight, can't think at all
Staring out the window
Hear the band, I hear them call
Everything will disappear and

I get the feeling I can conquer
Anything gets in my way
Well I don't need no doctor 'cause I
Know exactly what I need today

I got to rock on I can't be this way
I'm hanging around but wait till music's in season
That's when I'm high that is how I play
And I do it the best that's all I need for a reason

The sun beats down upon me and it looks
As tough that spring has waited long enough to get here
She knows that I must sing about her future
Oh, sing about her past, I love to play my music
And I try to make it last, sometimes summer comes too fast

I got to rock on I can't be this way
I'm hanging around, wait till music's in season
That's when I'm high that is how I play
And I do it the best that's all

I got to rock on I can't be this way
I'm hanging around wait till music's in season
That's when I'm high that is how I play, hey, yeah

I got to rock on I can't be this way
That's when I'm high that is how I play
And I do it the best that's all I

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From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part) - Lyrics - The D.O.C.

Title: From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part)
Artist: The D.O.C.
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Tracy Curry, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
That's fucked up, yeah
Hey, welcome
To the new world

I'd like to make a small dedication tonight
To the bitches of the world
Now to make this understood
I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
(Beeyatch)

Check this out, bitch
To be a bitch, you don't necessarily
Have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)

In fact, most, if not all
Of the bitches I know
(That's right)
Have little peckers, little dicks

A bitch ain't nothin'
But a muthafucka that wanna come up
From another muthafucka, hard work
Don't make no sense to these muthafuckas

Dumb ass muthafuckas
Now to make it real clear
I'm gonna explain it to ya in a story form
Like this here, check this out

I remember the way it started
Once upon a time, when a nigga named Dre came
Nigga got signed, ruthless nigga, everything is all good
You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No one can do it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD

And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah"
So I took it, forget the paperwork
The money made me overlook it

I rose up quick from the pit I was in 450 0300 Benz
Nothin' but ends, money bought friends
Got me in a cross, now, everything's lost
This is when I found out

"Look at this shit"
You is slippin'
You ain't gonna believe what that nigga did
"My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look"
"I ain't trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook"

The spot got shook, it was hell below
Is that the future shock?
Hell, no, it's Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Think they would see

Yo, we all gon' win
So, "The Chronic" was upon us, the music awards
But I was still broke at the crib when they toured
The album soared and I got bored
With niggas talkin' shit, they came upon a

Ain't that a bitch?
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stabbed out like Ice Cube
But what about your Dogg?
Who? Snoop? We was tight

I hung around, we'd get together when he'd write
In the Pound, that's the way it come to
When it's goin' down, niggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back

Niggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap
So, I did somethin' from the old LP
"Damn, that's that shit"
"That's what a nigga want to see"

Visit the Windy City and rock over 17, 000 G's
I recognized game, the shit was kinda funny
Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money
He came back and here comes the glory
And this is the way I'm gonna end this story

I was only 19, lookin' for a dream
From what I put out, I never got a fuckin' thing
This and the wreck was the fucked-up part
It's just a little somethin' about some real heart

From Ruthless to Death Row
Do we all part, bitches, see ya
Trick ass, trick-ass bitch
Trick, trick ass

La, la, la
(Once upon a time not long ago)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid, so I just dissed him)
(It's like a message that only I can understand)
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever)

People in the house, I'm gonna let 'em know
I'm gonna let 'em know, my nigga
E R O T I C, H L B, D O C
Comin' with the B O M B
Beeyatch

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52 - Rock With It - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - Rock With It
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Once upon a time 2000 years ago
Well, there once a guy that some y'all know
He would rock the mic everywhere he'd go
They came from far and wide just to hear him flow

With the crowd packed tight every single show
And they just got hype whenever he came on
They would put they hands high and just sing along
Every word every line every single song

And everywhere he'd go and everywhere he'd be
They wanted to see how he rocked on the M I C
And every time when he came to rock the party
He would roll with twelve guys in his posse

He was the true old schooler microphone ruler
Fresh with the lyrics bringing it right to ya
So if ya ain't heard we came just to school ya

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Ow, the sucka emcees put him to the test
Used to call him names and said you ain't fresh
And they tried to throw down and they tried to mess
And plus they even tried to put him to death

See they tried and they tried just to stop this cat
He was crucified and died but it's a fact
That he was gonna rise but he came back
And that's word to the wise 'cause it be like that

And then he rose to the sky said he'll be right back
So ya better check the rhyme and be on track
If you're short or tall or skinny or fat
Or red or yellow or white or black

If you the don't on the mic or you're just plain wack
Without Christ in your life man, you ain't got that
And that's the reason we had to bust this rap
One emcee on the mic and the DJ on the scratch

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Now, I just told you what you must do
And I tried to showed you the only way that's true
But in the end my friend now it's up to you
See there's two choices left just for you to choose

So you need to get down with the freshest crew
'Cause they been running it now since the old school
So peace I'm out is what I say to you
And I pass it down to my man just do what you do

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
C'mon and rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

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Clap Yo Hands - Lyrics - Yukmouth

Title: Clap Yo Hands
Artist: Yukmouth
Composer(s): Al Cooper, Keir Gist, Harry S Pepper, Vincent Brown, Isaac Hayes, John Watt, Anthony Criss, William Griffin, Eric Barrier, David Porter

Lyric:
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet, me

Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say, errah
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh mercy
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me, it's Jersey

Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in
It's Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again

Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'

Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house, I call the honies, first
'Cause it's pure and ya sure ta get your money's worth so just

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

And to those other MCs, Naughty by Nature fall? Nigga, please
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title

In their face 'cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm VinRock

I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin' other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact, Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'
Hey, Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? Well nigga listen
Clap long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started cutting more than petty confetti
Right after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot

Still chill, I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying, alright
(Aight?)
The party, tight

Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front
'Cause the wall won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

Remember freestyles where freebies
Systems still sound like CB's, I eat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes

Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong, now here's your zero

We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

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Clap Yo Hands - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Clap Yo Hands
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Al Cooper, Keir Gist, Harry S Pepper, Vincent Brown, Isaac Hayes, John Watt, Anthony Criss, William Griffin, Eric Barrier, David Porter

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Lyric:
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet, me

Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say, errah
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh mercy
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me, it's Jersey

Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in
It's Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again

Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'

Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house, I call the honies, first
'Cause it's pure and ya sure ta get your money's worth so just

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

And to those other MCs, Naughty by Nature fall? Nigga, please
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title

In their face 'cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm VinRock

I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin' other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact, Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'
Hey, Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? Well nigga listen
Clap long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started cutting more than petty confetti
Right after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot

Still chill, I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying, alright
(Aight?)
The party, tight

Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front
'Cause the wall won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

Remember freestyles where freebies
Systems still sound like CB's, I eat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes

Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong, now here's your zero

We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

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Little Rock - Lyrics - Collin Raye

Title: Little Rock
Artist: Collin Raye
Composer(s): Tom Douglas

Lyric:
Well I know I've disappeared a time or two
And along the way I lost me and you
I needed a new town for my new start
Selling VCR's in Arkansas at a Wal-Mart

And I haven't had a drink in 19 days
My eyes are clear and bright without that haze
I like the preacher from the Church of Christ
Sorry that I cried when I talked to you last night

I think I'm on a roll here in Little Rock
I'm solid as a stone, baby, wait and see
I got just one small problem here in Little Rock
Without you, baby, I'm not me

I don't know why I held it all inside
You must've thought I never even tried
You know your daddy told me when I left
"Jesus would forgive but a daddy don't forget"

I think I'm on a roll here in Little Rock
I'm solid as a stone, baby, wait and see
I've got just one small problem here in Little Rock
Without you, baby, I'm not me

Lying here upon this motel bed
My thoughts of you explode inside my head
And like a castle built upon the sand
I let love crumble in my hand

I think I'm on a roll here in Little Rock
I'm solid as a stone, baby, wait and see
I got just one small problem here in Little Rock
Without you, baby, I'm not me

Without you, baby, I'm not me
I think I'm on a roll here in Little Rock

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Long Before Rock'N'Roll - Lyrics - Ode to Ochrasy - Mando Diao

Title: Long Before Rock'N'Roll
Album: Ode to Ochrasy
Artist: Mando Diao
Composer(s): Bjorn Dixgard, Gustaf Noren

Lyric:
She said, ?I like just lying on the bed
Beneath the ceiling with her head upon my pillow
There's nothing else I'd rather do?

And I said, ?I'd rather do it on the couch or in the kitchen
Where about you seem so down, child
Like nothing could destroy your world?

But I never ever wanted to
You would never ever let me to
I would but you must wait until it gets dark

So what is it that you want me to?
Well, I can make it if it's good for you
So play me a song from 1954

Before rock'n'roll
Yeah, before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll

Well, later she came with flowers in her arms
Said, ?We can do it in the car
My brother owns it
The driver seat is made for us?

And I said, ?I'd rather grab a bite to eat
There is a diner down the street
Let's take it easy and join this lovely harmony"

But I never ever wanted to
You would never ever let me to
I would but you must wait until it gets dark

So what is it that you want me to?
I can make it if it's good for you
So play me a song from 1954

Before rock'n'roll
Yeah, before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll

Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Before rock'n'roll
Long before rock'n'roll

Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Standing Up For Nothing - Lyrics - Caedmon's Call - Caedmons Call

Title: Standing Up For Nothing
Album: Caedmon's Call
Artist: Caedmons Call
Composer(s): Derek Webb

Lyric:
I can't stop staring at myself
My face reflected in this empty plate
I can't decide if it's the devil
Or if it's just something I ate

'Cause he's been down there all morning
He's patiently waiting at my gate
He's throwing rocks at my window
"Hey, won't you come on out and play with me?

And every day when I get up
I see folks trading in their crowns
For all these paper or plastic lives
An opiate for the masses hounds

And pride like a vestige of lives lost
The stench of the old folks coming around
Now with the news I heard today
I can't tell if this world is lost or found

You go, I'll be waiting here
And I'm awake, no I cannot sleep
So I'll sit upon this, rock is you
I ain't standing up for nothing

I've never seen my congressman
But I can't deny that he exists
'Cause I've seen his legislation pass
I've seen his name on the ballot list

The same I can't deny this fallen world
Though not my home, it's where I live
How can I preserve and light the way
For a world that I can't admit I'm in

'Cause I know who I say you are
But these crows can't be made to stop
So I'll sit denying by this fire
I ain't standing up for nothing

Lack of interest leads to
Lack of knowledge leads to
Lack of perspective leads to
Lack of communication leads to

Lack of understanding leads to
Lack of concern leads to
This complacency denotes
This approval denies the truth

But I can't stop staring at myself
It's my face reflected in this empty plate
And I know that it's the devil
So you lead, I'll be close behind

So you speak, I'll hang on your words
You've got to lift me from this hardened tree
'Cause I ain't standing up for nothing

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Let It Rock - Lyrics - Slippery When Wet - Bon Jovi

Title: Let It Rock
Album: Slippery When Wet
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bongiovi, Richard Sambora

Lyric:
The weekend comes to this town
Seven days too soon
For the ones who have to make up
What we break up of their rules

Well, I saw Captain Kidd on Sunset
Tell his boys they're in command
While Chino danced a Tango
With a broomstick in his hand

He said,"It's alright"
(Alright)
If you have a good time
It's alright
(Alright)
If you want to cross that line
Break on through to the other side

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
You can't stop a fire burning out of control

Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
With the night you're on the loose
You gotta let it rock

We go down to the Broadway
Where everybody goes
To get upon their rockin' horse
And blast that radio

Yeah, I saw Roxie on the table
Her girlfriend down below
They'll give it up to the King of Swing
Before it's time to go

It's alright
(Alright)
If you have a good time
It's alright
(Alright)
If you want to cross that line
Break on through to the other side

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
You can't stop a fire burning out of control

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
You can't stop a fire burning out of control

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
It's with the night when all are loose
You gotta let it rock

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
You can't stop a fire burning out of control

Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it go
Let it go
With the night when we're on the loose
Said,"Everybody, sing!"

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Rock 'N' Roll - Lyrics - Bleach

Title: Rock 'N' Roll
Artist: Bleach
Composer(s): Samuel Wade Barnhart, David Joseph Baysinger, Bradley Stephen Ford, Matthew Errol Gingerich, Bob Herdman, Todd Kirby

Lyric:
I want you to know how I feel
About you, about you, about you
I want you to know

I want you to know how you feel
About me, about me, about me
I want you to know

Here I stand upon this stage
Surrounded by a see-through cage
I'm content to sing and shout
If you're content to hear me out
I've got a reason to rock this place

And so I'm turning up my mic
I'm gonna rock n roll all night
In ultrasonic stereo
I'll tell you about the One I know
I've got a reason to rock this place

I want you to know , I want you to know
I want you to know, I want you to know
I want you to know, I want you to know
I want you to know, I want you to know

I want you to know
It's more than rock n roll
I gotta superphonic saying
In my brain and it's gonna blow

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