Walk Out To Winter - Lyrics - Aztec Camera

Title: Walk Out To Winter
Artist: Aztec Camera
Composer(s): Roddy Frame

Lyric:
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why

Met in the summer and walked 'til the fall
And breathless we talked, it was tongues
Despite what they'll say, wasn't youth, we hit the truth

Faces of strummer that fell from the wall
But nothing is left where they hung
Sweet and bitter, they're what we found
So drink them down and

Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow

You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all
So walk to winter, you won't be late, you always wait
This generation, the walk to the wall
But I'm not angry, get your gear, get out of here and

Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow

Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there
You blind, snow blind, this is why, this is why

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Everytime You Walk Out That Door - Lyrics - Simply Deep - Kelly Rowland

Title: Everytime You Walk Out That Door
Album: Simply Deep
Artist: Kelly Rowland
Composer(s): Mark J Feist, Damon Sharpe

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Lyric:
Oh oh yeah yeah
The table set for dinner only just for once
Serving at your empty chair
Remembering our love the crazy lives we shared
Last time you were sitting there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
It's now your symptom upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

And in the morning as I slowly wash my face
Feel you sneaking upon me
Go to my reflection staring tells me everything
I'm alone, you're not really there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
It's now your symptom upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

I'm not saying that I just can't live without you
But I'm fine so much better when you're here
You turn my darkness to light
And you make everything all right by my side

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

Everytime you walk out
Everytime you walk out
Everytime you walk out
...

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Everytime You Walk Out The Door - Lyrics - Kelly Rowland

Title: Everytime You Walk Out The Door
Artist: Kelly Rowland
Composer(s): Damon Sharpe, Mark J. Feist

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Lyric:
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
The table set for dinner, only just for one
Staring at your empty chair, remembering our love
The crazy laughs we shared, last time you were sitting there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
And smell your scent upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

And in the morning as I slowly wash my face
Feel you sneaking up on me, but my reflection
Staring tells me everything, I'm alone
You're not really there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
And smell your scent upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

I'm not saying that I just can't live without you
But my life was so much better with you here
You turn my darkness to light
And you make everything all right by my side

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

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Big Boy Pimpin' - Lyrics - Hated on Mostly - Crime Mob

Title: Big Boy Pimpin'
Album: Hated on Mostly
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Lewis, Alphonce Tyree Smith, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

I'm big boy pimpin', yeah I be spendin'
Hundreds and fifties, Lil J got plenty
Pockets be too fat, I be's a cool cat
Can't spend on that ho, I just can't do that

You know I get dough, get some then get mo
I don't buy one drank, I buy a shitload
These bitches need me, they fuck me then feed me
Won't make no housewife, out no goddamn freak

I can be a pimp if I wanna, bossin' these niggas around
Tell they ass to get my money, or somethin's goin' down
I make niggas go crazy, have them callin' me baby
Spendin' their entire paychecks on the regular basis

To get my hair done, nails too, then to need to get some clothes
Don't ask me no questions 'cause you know everything that I say goes
Ain't got no love for niggas and that's how it's gotta be
Pimpin's in my blood for life so hate the game but don't hate me

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

I be big boy pimpin' I got run in all my whips
When I mash on the gas I leave tracks like a glimpse
I got broads in every zip I get zips for the low
Pimpin' large, takin' charge, gettin' money from these hoes

Steadily countin' fat rolls, pockets swole, I get ace
Livin' life up to the fullest cus it's money I love to make
Somethin' I gotta say, cus it's in my agenda
Big boy pimpin', summer spring fall and winter 'cause I'm a winner

Big girl pimpin', systems hittin', 20s spinnin' on the lac
My hair stay fixed, the brand new kicks
Dollars be real pockets stay fat 'cause I'm a mack with this pimpin' shit
You know I'm on some other shit

'Cause if it ain't about no money then it ain't makin' no sense
Free trips, on the shopping spree, ballin' ain't nothin to me
Prada, Apple Bottom, Levi, Louis and Gucci
No exception, no excuses, but your ass better pay me
So if you want some of this pimpin' shit come holla at me, baby

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

Big boy pimpin' in this thang, with so much game
These hoes keep runnin' on me cus I ain't lame
See shawty fuck the thang, your boy won't change
So many hoes callin' but I don't know they name

'Cause I'm a goddamn pimp, and don't let that be mistaken
They call me M.I.G and all these hoes wanna taste me
I put that giant tootsie roll in they mouth like, "What's shakin'?"
'Cause I'm a big boy pimp and most these niggas be fakin'

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

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Walk Like A "G" - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Walk Like A "G"
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Richard Anthony Jr Jones, Craig Lawson, J Tapp

Lyric:
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

Somethin' about the way I make moves
Some think it the shoes and just uh mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU
When I do, what I do and talk that slang
Makin' the hardest street niggaz askin' me can they hang

Ain't no thang but you must wear khakis or G bose?
Neck touchin' some gold and fully don't love hoes
Blowin' smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos
Hustlin', so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose

Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind wanderin' and steady servin' fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin' me this funny step

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I walk, high talk, G's up and soldiers down
I used to bob and weave when I was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, when Slim come around
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound

I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I talk
4-4 boys I used to balk but now I got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty

I love fuckin' up parties, watchin' bitches like Charlie
Ask Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could call it
My mama told me, I still walk the same way
Talk the same way, every since I was yay

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that I ball
3 months, fuck the walker, I was struttin' 'fore I crawl
Before the old school even had the, "Yes, yes, ya'll"
I was spendin' my uneven money on my family in the mall

Young Fiend, was the guard, I breaks rules with it
My [Incomprehensible] got grooves with it 'cause I packs tools with it
I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear minks in the winter, Tank iced in the center

My step is the agenda, not only this voice
But it's crazy 'bout my hips, naw they ain't havin' my choice
Now the moral to the story is that I'm cold with it
Made a song about my stroll with it, if you was with it, can ya dig it?

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

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You Live At Home With Your Mom - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: You Live At Home With Your Mom
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mayhew Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, the people, who don't know
What I been goin' through to make my own

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets music industry fan
Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when I come around

A and R been tryin' to figure me out for years
Tryin' to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run the head of black music
With a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game?
That's a shame as I see and watch on BET
There's a million uncreative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm startin' to feel like Jimi Hendrix

When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't wanna see me on channel 7 news, tellin' the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes

Watchin' me recordin' my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin' on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin' your back

Talkin' about, Mariah Carey's funky
Makin' the average group buckdance like a barrel full of monkys
While I break out to shoppin' mall he's makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Of course I'm hard to work with 'cause you hard to work with
I don't wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad 'cause I'm original, you can't do the material

When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin' Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo

How long is it gon' take, nine-hundred-thousand in clear
Takin' with a clear, I don't need a Benz this year
Took care of my paperwork, takin' United Taxi out to Vegas
While the average R and B group is doin' a promo concert

Ignorin' your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin' to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?

I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get budget, got the nerve to call me
Welcome to the business, stand as a witness
Work on your stomach, do physical fitness

I ain't playin', all this African stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin' Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin' on the throne

No I'm takin' a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful resteraunts

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group
With fat cellulite that sound wack?
Most of y'all goin' out like Uncle Tom's, like Louis Armstrong
Wearin' a tattoo and goin' onstage like Tracy Chapman

I cancelled a big tour 'cause I was prepared
Y'all on the road with per diem money and y'all scared
While y'all walk and look hard
Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card

And plus this video treatment sucks, the fish lens effects
The lens to the camera only cost a hundred bucks
Look at the director, tryin' to tell me what to do
I done this before, 14 degrees freezin' cold
Doin' 'Poppa Large' with a cage on my head, that's dead

Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearin' a Yankee hat and a Starter I'm not dressin' up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist

Save that for a big rock group like Pantera, Experience
Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch, EMI, Capitol, DreamWorks
Never got dropped, put my lyrics away and stopped
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me bein' Superman you bein' stupid man

I'm like Prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record company, while most of y'all live at the label
Beggin' for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table, doin' routine dances for advances
(Ooh, you get involved)

Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
(Politics, politics)

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The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side) - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side)
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
You know what I'm sayin'? I wanna say what's up to my man
Louie you know he's still here, drop this one for you you know
For those that only know the 41st side, yeah, word up yo this beat is ill

I keep the real pack steel like my man Y.G.
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge
You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big

25 naw kid you gettin' life
Forever burnin' in hell niggas is trife
It's the, semi auto you can bring it on yo
I'm pullin' out strippin' niggas just like a porno flick

I'm sick the Mobb rolls thick
Cross paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'

In pools of alcohol walk before you crawl
I'm in this to win this you gonna take a fall
The Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid
Creepin' for those that's caught sleepin'
Don't ever do that I run with two macs

And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed with the street sweeper

'Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big bad is and big hedence
Blow ya three times leave a mark like Adidas

Jig you I know how to fix you
Pretty boy frontin' hard is the issue
Word to my unborn you get scolded
Old and molded when I get bent you get folded

Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross
Put your right on your back take it to the source
No doubt I'm stuck and I can't get out
Of this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild

The 41st side too you know how we do
Violate motherfucker I'm a see you, with the linden
It's the start of your endin' settin' it again and again

Yeah kid, big time boy 12th street representin' it
A big shout out to my man, Tear Gas, Think, Nate whole crew kid
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm sayin' couso
Richie Fraud known to leave ya scarred
Big shoot out to my man Heavy L. Big Palms representin'

Yo it's the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter
You can't come alone only the hoes can enter
Told him to meet me at six on the hill at the center
Took her to the west way and bent her right over
Stay intoxicated never sober

Face it, violate and get laced while you wastin'
Slugs you ain't buckin' nothin'
You better off buckin' yourself you need to stop frontin'

I use to drive an Ac and kept a mac in the engine
Little painted it black with crack sales intentions
To blow up the whole projects the Infamous
Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists

It's the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac
You can ask around don't fuck with the Mobb
I could of told you that where you been at?
You must of cut class
If it ain't me another member of my crew will kick your ass

Who do damage to limbs
In '91 stompin' you out with black Tims
Prodigy and the H A V O C from the Q B C
Puttin' cowards where they're suppose to be
If I don't know your face then don't come close to me

I got too much beef for that drama in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill me

But it's the start of they endin' my man's lendin'
Me his linden 42 shots dependin'
On weather or not the clip is full to the top
We bustin' caps non stop
Blazin' in all the shows and even at the hoes

Naw, naw, chill son chill and it's the start of your ending
Yeah yeah it's the start of niggas endin' you know what I'm sayin'?
And it's the start of your ending
All y'all weak ass crews that got drama with mines

You know what I'm sayin'? It's the start of your ending
And it's the motherfuckin' start of the ending
You know who you fuckin' with you know what will happen
41st side get bent run wild, 41st side get bent run wild
Word up you know what I'm sayin'?

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Return To Da Wrongside - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Return To Da Wrongside
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Shawn Jones, William E Williams, Raheem Brown, Bennie Maupin

Lyric:
I was out to bomb like Vietnam but in this rhyme
I'm the prime suspect, handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet
It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top
Wanted they're props and called up the cops

While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin'
Trippin' 'cause spray caps is missin' and I left without permission
I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had
An easy target 'cause my tag is on my book bag

As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle
Tipped the cops off and ran up, before I popped the top off
Got interrogated 'bout crews I never heard of
Got my face wrote on and treated like I did a murder

Heard sermons on property value and city workshops
Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch
The misdemeanor catcher comin' back at cha
For the long ride, as we return to the wrong side

Out to burn, rackin' paints by the sack to provide
Tracks as we return to da wrongside
Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive
As we return to da wrongside

More better styles and wack writers step aside
Aerosol ride, as we return to da wrongside
Newark, New Jers, Brick City we reside
Big up to BS as we return to da wrongside

Once more, we have in store graffiti folklore
In depth to score points, what this joint for?
All graffiti writers, we bring justice, to this art
We take to heart but they missed

The actual Facts, paint with fat caps
Artistic gestures, flat or gloss be the texture
If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on graf
Galleries, droppin' all the skill calories

They crackin' down to make us back down
But we still wreckin', who remember King 67?
Peace to Insta, buildin' a mad tag in December
Protective shell los for the winter

Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects
Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec
Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check
The true art so, they pass laws just to catch

Certain writers, most bite us anyway
L S B S, L T D is on the path subway
Try to bring an understanding, respect we're demanding
Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin'

Fatter jams on the air must arrive
The weak can't slide as we return to da wrongside
More joints on tape, less compromise
Better in size as we return to da wrongside

Toys bite my tags, throwups and old pieces
Thowin' crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin' beatings
Me and my crew stay close-knit
Make niggaz say, "Oh shit" about our dope shit, takin' cities in doses

With a tag here and a tag there next year
It'll be everywhere, catch me if you dare
It's rare for me not to have a marker after dark
'Cause I've been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark

Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag
Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag
Saying that we 'cause mad terror in the city
Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no pity
On any surface, hurtin' it, experts in it
Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic

Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook
And the paint, maintainin' the status top rank
With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans
With cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off

Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style
It's been a while but I keep mechanicals on file for every new jack
And non-believer not knowin' my background from jump
Sleepin' 'cause they only see me with blunts

My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel
Representin' my culture and not off it is the deal
I'm so ill with skill and I'm still up to par
Not your everyday rap star, just who we are

Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride
For the long ride, tellin' tales from the wrongside

KRS keeps the stage show live
Sharper than knives, as we return from da wrongside
PNB Nation, no hesitation
Blazin', as we return from da wrongside

Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide
Keep in stride, as we return from da wrongside
Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive
Kickin' skills live, as we return from da wrongside

Uhh, it's like that
Layin' shit down on the map
Artifact crew in the house
Like this like that, so whatchu want?

For the who? You know the crew
Shawn J
Crossin' out all y'all
Wack rappin' ass motherfuckers

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I Walk Away - Lyrics - Crowded House - Crowded House

Title: I Walk Away
Album: Crowded House
Artist: Crowded House
Composer(s): Neil Mullane Finn

Lyric:
You came out of the world to me
My life parted like the Red Sea
We flowed easy between the rocks and stones
Never seemed to stop us

The years ended in confusion
Don't ask me, I don't know what happened
But I am a man with a mission
Must be the devil, I don't know

Find him marching to a different tune
It's hard to let go all that we know
As I walk away from you
I hurled from my home to the unknown
As I walk away from you

Reveal whatever you desire
To you it may be death defying
Black day in the coldness of winter
Black words slipping off my tongue

I say, "Forget it, it's over"
As a dark cloud covered up the sun

You know that it's
It's hard to let go all that we know
As I walk away from you
The sun always sets with room for regrets
As I walk away from you

Give it to me, give it to me
Your inspiration
Give to receive, find all we need
I walk away, as I walk away

I'm just a slave to ambition
Tension, your permanent condition
So much you've always wanted
Too much, given you a sore head

I walk away, as I walk away from you
As I walk away from you
As I walk away from you

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March N' Step - Lyrics - Paul Wall

Title: March N' Step
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Dominic Harris, Todd Edwards Berry, Calvin Earl, Paul Slayton, Darius Coleman, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Ahh, they shouldn't a done this right here

March now, step now, march now, step
March now, step now, march now, step
(Yeah)
March now, step now, march now, step
(Blueberry, still connect)
March now, step now, march now, step

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the lil' mamas dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the lil' mamas dipping)

I'm grinding, I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two, a hundred three

I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells

My money's epidemic, it multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
Addicted to the hustle, allergic to being broke
Never falling off 'cuz I stay on my note

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the hot girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the hot girls dipping)

Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy
Young money billionaire, Hermès winter ware
I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where
They probably suffocate, trying to breathe this endo air

Halt, who goes there, nigga I live there
I run on top of water, I walk on thin air
I ride around with a MAC10 squared
Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin' everywhere

I don't care if authority come by here
They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here
Yeah and I'm extra 'bout it
If I get in beef, I do something about it before I get out

Yeah, Lil' Wayne never dropped the Lil'
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill
Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide
You know I'm cutting something, I'm spittin' for Roc side, Weezy

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar
On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter
I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic, making chess moves
This suckers playin' checkers, simply destined to lose

The Martha Stewart made it blind
See the chains bump ends
Me and a couple lady friends, blowing piff in the wind
I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek

Nothing but [Incomprehensible]
You ain't never saw a watch like this, so go ahead and take a peek
I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck
Endulging in that purple stuff, gettin' full of that puff, puff

Tote the iron, I'm double dutch
I'm ice water up in the clutch
Place your bet, I'll call ya bluff
Paul Wall, baby, thats you got

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

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Z - Never Change - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Never Change
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Miller, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
(Never, never, never, never change)
I never change, this is Jay every day
(I never change)
I never change, this is Jay every day
(I never change)
I never change, this is Jay

I am a, Roc representer
Hov', summer to winter, Hov', dead or alive
Twenty four seven, three sixty five
One CD or three hundred and sixty pies
Whasup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj
Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours
We run streets like drunks run street lights
We collidin' with life as we speak

We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice
We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke
We all fish, better teach your folk
Give him money to eat, then next week he's broke
'Cause when you sleep, he's reachin' for your throat
Word on the skreet, you reap what you sow
Not out of fear but love, love for the game
Roc family first, we never change mayn

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects
I'll never mention your name, I promise respect
Death before dishonor, correct what?
Yup that's what you promised me, since the [incomprehensible] lee
Along with, if we stay strong
We can get paper longer than Pittman's arms
Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam
I'm like a dog I never speak, but I understand

Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?
Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that
Lost ninety-two bricks had to fall back
Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back
Had A-1 credit, got more crack
From the first to the fifth, gave it all back
If, I'm not a hustler what you call that?
This is before rap, this is all fact
I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly
Well fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari
Was so young my big sis' still playin' with Barbie
Young brother, big city, eight million stories
Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly
Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me
Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin' mothy
Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees

That's how it is now that's how it always be
I never change, this is always me
From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom
Drink army from one cup pass it around the room
That's the ritual Big Ran, I ain't forget you fool
And all that bullshit you tryin' to get through
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
Rival crews get your black suits up I never change

(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change
Who you know like Hov'?
(Never, never, never, never change)
I'm still fuckin' with crime 'cause crime pays
(I never change)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days
(I never change)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

This is Jay, every day
Who you know like Hov', what nigga?
Jay what? Jay

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Nothing 2 Lose - Lyrics - From tha Roota to tha Toota - Field Mob

Title: Nothing 2 Lose
Album: From tha Roota to tha Toota
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Shawn Johnson, Brian Loving, Antwan Patton, David A Sheats

Lyric:
I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now
You got to believe we can get away
I'm tired of doin' what the devils say
We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya

I want to be free, come on brotha
I want to be free, help each other
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, don't you miss her
I want to be free, I want to be free

Master say being born colored was the worst disease
And we the worst to bread, worse than flees
As long as I work for he, I work for free
He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me

I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, bustled
Nobody deserve to be, hustled
Look here, run I dare ya
I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara

If its pride or die, I'm choosin' respect
I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
My niece got raped pregnant, won't tell she scared
Master done it but she blamin' it on drop dead Fred

But one day, things gon' change for better
Lord knows it cant rain forever
Thats what I told my momma
Two days later master sold my momma, master sold my momma

I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now
You got to believe we can get away
I'm tired of doin' what the devils say
We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya

I want to be free, come on brotha
I want to be free, help each other
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, don't you miss her
I want to be free, I want to be free

Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the field, thats white lil' niggas and me
From dusk to dawn 'til the sun come and it leave
Through all seasons, winter, fall, summer and spring
Pickin', pushin', pullin', cuttin' the field

Sweatin' 'bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
And when it's cold, joints lock up barker than trees
Rest, I don't get enough of my sleep
'Cause master got us workin' late night and then wakin' up in the wee

Hours of the mornin', stackin' stalks of hay
Hopin' the rain from dawn 'til shower day
Wishin' I could walk away
But then I think about hard away, master cut off his hand

'Cause you can't talk or sing or speak from your mouth
If it ain't what master talk or say
But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
Please take me away from this awful place
'Cause you can be so off today

I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now
You got to believe we can get away
I'm tired of doin' what the devils say
We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya

I want to be free, come on brotha
I want to be free, help each other
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, don't you miss her
I want to be free, I want to be free

Man I tell ya drop shit, ain't nothin'
'Nuff sufferin', done dealt with more headaches the bufferin'
Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin' by doe bu-bu-bubblin'
Can't risk stumblin', fumblin'

So I'm 'bout takin' my life, dice tumblin'
I drop down the road, tryin' to get that pot of gold
Still out in the field, mobbin' with Sean and Smoke
Nine times, nine to five, I'm troop servin'
Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get in line

'Cause momma got laid off, the lil' sis need shoes
My brother just got popped back in his county blues
And pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
Comin' through next week, my rent and my girl due
Life ain't got no rules, destruction, one two's
So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues

I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now
You got to believe we can get away
I'm tired of doin' what the devils say
We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya

I want to be free, come on brotha
I want to be free, help each other
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, don't you miss her
I want to be free, I want to be free

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Nettie Moore - Lyrics - Modern Times - Bob Dylan

Title: Nettie Moore
Album: Modern Times
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track
Something's out of whack
Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail
Gonna leave a greasy trail

Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do
Then come back and see you
All I ever do is struggle and strive
I don't do anybody any harm
I might make it back home alive

I'm the oldest son of a crazy man
I'm in a cowboy band
Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide
I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby
If I knew, you was on the other side

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

Well, the world of research has gone berserk
Too much paperwork
Albert's in the graveyard, Frankie's raising hell
I'm beginning to believe what the Scriptures tell

I've gone where the Southern crosses The Yellow Dog
Get away from these demagogues
And these bad luck women stick like glue
It's either one or the other, or neither of the two

She says, "Look out, daddy
Don't want you to tear your pants
You could get wrecked in this dance"
They say, "Whiskey'll kill you but I don't think it will"
I'm ridin' with you to the top of the hill

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
Now the world has gone black before my eyes

Don't know why my baby never looked so good before
Don't have to wonder no more
She been cookin' all day, gonna take me all night
I can't eat all that stuff in a single bite

The judge's coming in, everybody rise
Lift up your eyes
You can do what you please, you don't need my advice
'Fore you call me any dirty names, you better think twice

Gettin' light outside, the temperature dropped
I think the rain has stopped
I'm gonna make you come to grips with fate
When I'm through with you
You'll learn to keep your business straight

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

The bright spark of the steady lights
Has dimmed my sights
When you're around me all my grief gives 'way
A lifetime with you is like some heavenly day

Everything I've ever known to be right
Has been proven wrong
I'll be drifting along
The woman, I'm loving she rules my heart
No knife could ever cut our love apart

Today I'll stand in faith and raise
The voice of praise
The sun is strong, I'm standing in the light
I wish to God that it were night

Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore
And my happiness is o'er
Winter's gone, the river's on the rise
I loved you then and ever shall
But there's no one here left to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: S On My Chest
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: S On My Chest
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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Talkin' New York - Lyrics - Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Title: Talkin' New York
Album: Bob Dylan
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building's going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town the wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone, New York Times said
"It was the coldest winter in seventeen years"
I didn't feel so cold then

I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, ?Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here?

Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said, ?He loved my sound?
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues

Now, a very great man once said
?That some people rob you with a fountain pen?
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange

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Dead End - Lyrics - In Flames

Title: Dead End
Artist: In Flames
Composer(s): Anders Par Friden, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Peter Iwers, Jesper Claes Stroemblad, Daniel Svensson

Lyric:
Save all your prayers
I think we lost today
There's no morning after
No-one's around to blame

I'm not afraid to bleed
But I won't do it for you
A star among hypocrites
The melody of our time

So say goodbye
To the world
We're the dead
That walk the earth

Scream your lungs out
Wait for laughter
You don't have to wait forever
Where's the next disaster?

What decides when
You've lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when they erased it all

We're too numb to feel
The downfall starts right here
Hold your breath and swim
Swallowed by life's tear

In times of make believe
No-one really seems to care
Maybe I should care less
'Cause I will die too

So say goodbye
To the world
We're the dead
That walk the earth

Scream your lungs out
Wait for laughter
You don't have to wait forever
Where's the next disaster?

What will it take
For us to realize?
The more we provoke
Winter will come twice

Save all your prayers
I think we lost today
There's no morning after
No-one's around to blame

Scream your lungs out
Wait for laughter
You don't have to wait forever
Where's the next disaster?

Scream your lungs out
Wait for laughter
You don't have to wait forever
Where's the next disaster?

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