Wall To Wall (Remix) - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Wall To Wall (Remix)
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Walter Scott, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Pull up, pull up, can't believe the girls, club packed
What up, what up? Shawty wanna lead me to the back, to the back
Ain't been in here 15 minutes, got a pocket full of digits
And she just won't take no

Hold up, hold up, now little mama wanna get bad
Slow up, slow up, saying she don't wanna share what she have, she have
Ain't no particular one that's getting the water gun
So many that I want

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

Another two just came and said they love me on the radio
Two twins, that's a cool little scenario
They talking leaving right now
Wanna put in some time 'cause you know what they're already about

One talking about she like the way that I pop
And the other one said she wanna just watch
I'm game for any damn thang, but there's more than 200 dames
That's ready to go

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

So many look good in here
I don't even know which one I want
If I had to choose ya'll know
I would take all ya'll wit me

Who wanna try me on the floor
Who ready to come and get this
All I know that I'm feeling this party
And you can see I'm so with it

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it

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Wall To Wall - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Wall To Wall
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Walter Scott, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Pull up, pull up, can't believe the girls, club packed
What up, what up? Shawty wanna lead me to the back, to the back
Ain't been in here 15 minutes, got a pocket full of digits
And she just won't take no

Hold up, hold up, now little mama wanna get bad
Slow up, slow up, saying she don't wanna share what she have, she have
Ain't no particular one that's getting the water gun
So many that I want

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

Another two just came and said they love me on the radio
Two twins, that's a cool little scenario
They talking leaving right now
Wanna put in some time 'cause you know what they're already about

One talking about she like the way that I pop
And the other one said she wanna just watch
I'm game for any damn thang, but there's more than 200 dames
That's ready to go

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

So many look good in here
I don't even know which one I want
If I had to choose ya'll know
I would take all ya'll wit me

Who wanna try me on the floor
Who ready to come and get this
All I know that I'm feeling this party
And you can see I'm so with it

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall

They packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nothing but ladies calling
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it

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Balls To The Wall - Lyrics - Accept

Title: Balls To The Wall
Artist: Accept
Composer(s): Peter Baltes, Deaffy Udo Dirkschneider, Hermann Frank, Wolf Hoffmann, Stefan Kaufmann

Lyric:
Too many slaves in this world
Die by torture and pain
Too many people do not see
They're killing themselves, going insane

Too many people do not know
Bondage is over the human race
They believe slaves always lose
And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall, balls to the wall

You may screw their brains
You may sacrifice them, too
You may mortify their flesh
You may rape them all

One day the tortured stand up
And revolt against the evil
They make you drink your blood
And tear yourself to pieces

You better watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall, balls to the wall

Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall

Come on man, let's stand up all over the world
(Balls to the wall)
Let's plug a bomb in everyone's arse
(Balls to the wall)
If they don't keep us alive
(Balls to the wall)
We're gonna fight for the right
(Balls to the wall)

Build a wall with the bodies of the dead
(Balls to the wall)
And you're saved
(Balls to the wall)
(Balls to the wall)
Make the world scared
(Balls to the wall)
Come on, show me the sign of victory
(Balls to the wall)
(Balls to the wall)
Come on, show me the sign of victory
(Balls to the wall)

You better watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall

You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall

Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
(Balls)
Balls to wall

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Balls To The Wall - Lyrics - Happenstance - Fozzy

Title: Balls To The Wall
Album: Happenstance
Artist: Fozzy
Composer(s): Peter Baltes, Deaffy Udo Dirkschneider, Hermann Frank, Wolf Hoffmann, Stefan Kaufmann

Lyric:
Too many slaves in this world
Die by torture and pain
Too many people do not see
They're killing themselves, going insane

Too many people do not know
Bondage is over the human race
They believe slaves always lose
And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall, balls to the wall

You may screw their brains
You may sacrifice them, too
You may mortify their flesh
You may rape them all

One day the tortured stand up
And revolt against the evil
They make you drink your blood
And tear yourself to pieces

You better watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall, balls to the wall

Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall

Come on man, let's stand up all over the world
(Balls to the wall)
Let's plug a bomb in everyone's arse
(Balls to the wall)
If they don't keep us alive
(Balls to the wall)
We're gonna fight for the right
(Balls to the wall)

Build a wall with the bodies of the dead
(Balls to the wall)
And you're saved
(Balls to the wall)
(Balls to the wall)
Make the world scared
(Balls to the wall)
Come on, show me the sign of victory
(Balls to the wall)
(Balls to the wall)
Come on, show me the sign of victory
(Balls to the wall)

You better watch the damned
(God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains
(Hey)
No, you can't stop them
(God bless ya)
They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall

You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall

Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
Balls to the wall
(Balls)
Balls to wall

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Empire State Human - Lyrics - Human League

Title: Empire State Human
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Ware Marsh Oake

Lyric:
Since I was very young, I've realized
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am

Because of this longing in my heart
I'm going to start the growing art
I'm going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall

With concentration
My size increased
And now I'm fourteen stories high
At least

Empire State Human
Just a born kid
I'll go to Egypt to be
The pyramids

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
(Brick by brick, stone by stone)
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
(Growing till he's fully grown)
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
(Brick by brick, stone by stone)
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
(Growing till he's fully grown)

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
(Fetch more water, fetch more sand)
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
(Biggest person in the land)
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
(Fetch more water, fetch more sand)
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
(Biggest person in the land)

Brick by brick, stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown
Brick by brick, stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
(Fetch more water, fetch more sand)
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
(Biggest person in the land)
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
(Fetch more water, fetch more sand)
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
(Biggest person in the land)

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
(Brick by brick, stone by stone)
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
(Growing till he's fully grown)
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
(Brick by brick, stone by stone)
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
(Growing till he's fully grown)

Fetch more water, fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water, fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land

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Wall To Wall Heartaches - Lyrics - Wynn Stewart

Title: Wall To Wall Heartaches
Artist: Wynn Stewart
Composer(s): Eddie Miller

Lyric:
In this day and time, love don't last too long
And I lost you the day that he came along
I guess that he loves you but I love you too
And I've got wall to wall heartaches next to you

I've got wall to wall heartaches in this room that's missin' you
And everything in it is crying for you too
While you're out there happy, I walk these floors over you
And I've got wall to wall heartaches next to you

Even when you did me wrong I loved you all the while
It seems true love's old fashion and it's going out of style
You promised me happiness what you said you never do
And I've got wall to wall heartaches next to you

I've got wall to wall heartaches in this room that's missin' you
And everything in it is crying for you too
While you're out there happy, I walk these floors over you
And I've got wall to wall heartaches next to you

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Wall - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Wall
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Wayne Hardnett, William L Whedbee, Jarrelle Anderson

Lyric:
The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

[Incomprehensible] can't put the bread on the table
It isn't like she isn't willing and able
Went down to the department of labor
They gave her a job, makin't [Incomprehensible]
And it's like mental slavery

The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

Got love for my niggas, go to war for my niggas
My pistol keep caring and bugging for my niggas
Be strong for the struggle, hard for the struggle
Got to keep your hustle, you got to show your muscle

We down for the streets, we live in the streets
But fuck that trappin' nigga, but a nigga got to eat
You wanna bust your cap and life makes you snap
But hold on, nigga, you gots to adapt

The wall, wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

The wall, wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

And lift your head up, get your chin off your chest
Remember it's hard for us all, that's out here on the quest
To be the best at what we do and never accept the less
We all got our own destinies that we must manifest

You can't let 'em stop you and let 'em drop you
Sometimes a part of you just gotta do what you gotta
But you always keep swinging from my force
Don't you know I always [Incomprehensible]?

The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

The wall, the wall
And we keep on struggling
And we ain't got nothing
And we need to get something

(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)
The wall, wall
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)
And we keep on struggling
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)

And we ain't got nothing
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)
And we need to get something
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)

The wall, wall
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)
And we keep on struggling
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)

And we ain't got nothing
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)
And we need to get something
(You gotta get up, stand up, never give up)

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Higher Wall - Lyrics - New Model Army

Title: Higher Wall
Artist: New Model Army
Composer(s): Jason Harris, Justin Sullivan

Lyric:
We're out here on the borders with our favorite few possessions
Trading stories whispered round the fire
As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files
Waiting in the camps behind the wire

Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold
We are young, forever hungry, you are fat and growing old

And every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall
Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall

We picked the leaves of coca, we stack the crates of cola
We wait upon the tables where you dine
And we learn from you not to accept the little that we're given
To take the piece of silver where we can

and clutching at these papers in another office line
We're staring from the darkness up at windows filled with light

And every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall
Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall
Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall
Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall

In my town we used to pray to idols sent from far away
From out beyond the dusty days, we heard your voices call
And in your town the streets are cleaned
The order stands, the sirens scream
You talk of peace, vacation dreams and reinforce the wall

Now in your queues at immigration, in the border zone
We are your bastard children, yeah, all coming home

And still day you try, you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall
Every day you try to build a higher wall, a higher wall

And your money cannot stop us
And your theory cannot stop us
No you will never stop us with your higher wall
Your higher wall, your higher wall
Your higher wall

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Ducks On The Wall - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Ducks On The Wall
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies

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Lyric:
My lady's got the most deplorable taste
But her biggest mistake
Is hanging over the fireplace

She's got ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks, hanging on the wall

My lady's got a sort of strange fascination
An obsessive fixation
For cheap decorations

She's got ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks hanging on the wall

Wo-wo-wo, I love her so
But if she don't move the ducks
I think my mind is gonna go

Ducks ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks ducks, hanging on the wall

I leave the office and I want to relax
Don't want to stare at a wall
And look at a duck that can't quack

I love you baby but I can't fall
For those ducks on the wall

I start to snuggle up and squeeze her so tight
Then out of the corner of my eye
I see those ducks in flight

I love you baby but I can't ball
When I see those ducks on the wall

Wo-wo-wo, I can sit through your gossip
And your soap opera shows
But those ducks got to go

I love you baby but I can't ball
When I see those ducks on the wall

And when I went to a cocktail party
With the bores next door
What was the first thing that I saw?

Ducks, ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks hanging on the wall

My lady's got the most deplorable taste
But her biggest mistake
Is hanging over the fireplace

She's got ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks hanging on the wall

I'll sit and look at all the soap operas with her
I'll play all the panel games
And watch all the quiz shows

But those ducks they've got to go
Those ducks are getting up my nose

If those ducks can fly, well so can I
Well, if those ducks have got to stay
Then I'm going to fly away

I love you baby but I can't ball
When I see those ducks on the wall

Ducks, ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks, ducks on the wall

Oh, those ducks on the wall are beginning to move
They're talking to me, I've got to get out
I've got to get away from those ducks

Ducks, ducks, ducks on the wall
Ducks, ducks, ducks on the wall

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The Trial - Lyrics - Roger Waters

Title: The Trial
Artist: Roger Waters
Composer(s): Roger Waters, Bob Ezrin

Lyric:
Good morning, Worm, your Honor
The Crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings

Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster

I always said he'd come to no good
In the end, your Honor
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape

But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today

Crazy toys in the attic
I am crazy truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy toys in the attic, he is crazy

Call the defendant's wife
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did

But, no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, your Honor
Him and me alone

Babe, come to Mother, baby
Let me hold you in my arms
M'Lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your Honor, let me take him home

Crazy, over the rainbow
I am crazy bars in the window
There must have been a door
There in the wall when I came in
Crazy over the rainbow, he is crazy

The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all the years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving the full penalty of law

The way you made 'em suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate

Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall

Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall

Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall

Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall

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Out For Fame - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Out For Fame
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Yo right here, right here
It's right through the fence, right through the fence
Jump
Yeah right there, right there
That's the 2's and the 5's
Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap
Yeah
Aight
Aight, let's do it now, let's do it now
Yeah yeah
Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other one
Yeah right there
Front Page Entertainment Group
Yeah

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "
I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hah! Hahahaha
All graffiti artists hold tight, hooo
All graffiti artists hold tight, word
Check check check it out y'all
Check check check check check it out y'all

I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wack
Puttin up my name with a fat cap
Suckers that want to be in my face I just slap that
Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and
Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again
With B.G. 183, recognize me
With the mad colors, I'm a fiend for spraypaint
Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't
Cause you don't me see, and I don't know you
But I do know Cope2, he be gettin walls too
It's the underground community of what we call writers
Worldwide burners, gettin hotter gettin brighter
Whattup Nicer, whattup Razor, whattup Chino
Masta Ase in the place, you know we know
My man Rican, my man Zorro, taught me how to draw
In the yards of the 5 train and the 4
So when I'm on tour I represent the hardcore
I'm taggin up your blackbook sure, I'm out for the fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, check it out check it out check it out one time
Hip-hop music in effect one time

When I was growin up, I had no butcher baker candlestick maker
I had rubbing alcohol and carbon paper
Yeah, carbon paper and a blackboard eraser
Got me chased in the bus yards, with Rican and Nazer
Historically speakin, cause people be dissin
The first graffiti artists in the world were the Egyptians
Writing on the walls, mixing characters with letters
To tell the graphic story about their life, however
Today we do the same thing, with how we rap and draw
We call it hardcore, they call it breakin the law
There used to be a time when rap music was illegal
The cops would come and break up every party when they see you
But now the rap music's making money for the corporate
It's acceptable to flaunt it, now everybody's on it
Graffiti isn't corporate so it gets no respect
Hasn't made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, so
In the name of Phase2, Stay High, Pre-streets
Grab your cans and hit the streets, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, hip-hop culture in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house one time
Yeah
Biggin up the other side things here y'all
The visual, not your video (check it out)

I'm livin in the city, inner city not a farm
Steady bombin til I get fatigue in my arm
Watchin for the beast cause many artists they shot em
And beat em in the yards, while doin a top to bottom
So pass me a can, not of Old Gold
But full blue, sky blue, watch me unfold
With the cold burner, of names you mighta heard of
Like Fab 5 Freddy, Sam Sever
Word to the wise, Futura 2000 recognize
Nation of creation, G Man come alive
Checkin out Revolt and Zephyr
My man Easy, and Rembrandt, Mitch 77
Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dally
Big up and respect to Con Art in Cali
The Soul Artists, The Rebels, The Rascals, 3YB
United Artists, TAT and Dondi
Yes the other side of hip-hop is representin the visual
Toys we be dissin you, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hip-hop in the house one time
Video graf in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house dig the rhyme
Put up your nine, put up your nine, yeah

Fresh for nineteen-ninety-five
You SUCKERS

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You Get Brighter - Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Title: You Get Brighter
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Mike Heron

Lyric:
You get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

And I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
Oh no, oh no

In the morning when I wake, I moor my boat and greet you
Hold your brightness in my eye and I wonder what does sleep do
For you get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

And I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
Oh no, oh no

Oh wondrous light, light, light, lighter
You give all your brightness away and it only makes you brighter
For you get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

And I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
Oh no, oh no

You get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

And I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you

Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how to love you
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how to love you

Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how

Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how

Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how to love you
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me how to love you
Krishna colors on the wall, you taught me

And I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
Oh no, oh no

You get brighter every day

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Grippin' The Grain - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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Grippin' The Grain (Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain (Remix)
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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Peter Bazooka - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Peter Bazooka
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Joesph Genaro, Dean Sabatino, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
Tuesday, yes, it was Tuesday
When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar
He didn't look like my congressman but that's okay
Nobody really looks like themselves anymore

I think it's got something to do with that crap
They've been pouring into the water
I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman
Just to see what he was up to

After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary
The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi
Despite the obvious dangers involved
And the colored voices in my head began to sing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

The congressman was in taxi number 23
And I was in cab 17
But numbers are meaningless
In this kind of cat and squid game

My driver was an Aries
And he laughed when I said, "Follow that cab"
And he kept laughing
Until he saw the cold blue steel of Little Elvis

"Keep your god-damn hands off that radio", I warned him
"I work for the government"
This is actually a half truth
I'm really a bike courier

But I make a lot of deliveries
To government offices
That's where I heard about the cheese
And the colored voices in my head kept singing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

There's this super secret government program called
"Operation the cheese stands alone"
It's the congressmen's pet project
They claim that they're giving surplus cheese to the needy

I, of course, have my suspicions
After 15 very quiet minutes
The congressman's cab pulled up outside a warehouse
I had the Aries circle around the building and drop me off

He seemed to be grasping the importance of my mission
Since he said I didn't have to pay him
As long as I promised to stay very far away from him and his taxi
I swear, some people just don't want to get involved

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

So I walked into that cold dark place
Little Elvis drawn and ready for action
I too was ready, ready for the moment
When I would be a real American

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

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Gotta Lotta - Lyrics - Prima J

Title: Gotta Lotta
Artist: Prima J
Composer(s): Andrew Seeley, Steve Burton, Ray Cham

Lyric:
Rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body

Rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock your body, who like to party?

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Bass bumpin'
People jumpin' to the beat
Everybody's groovin'
Got this party on its feet

I got the DJ rockin', B-boys clockin'
Fakers jockin' all in my scene
So if you came to get down
Get out 'cha seat

Let's get it started, play your part
It ain't that hard, just follow my lead
If you still don't get it, yo J
Tell 'em what I mean

Now pop 'til you can't no more
We got the style so hot, it's incredible
Do the whip to the whop to the candy store
We won't stop 'til you had enough

Uh, get up on the dance floor
Clap your hands to the beat like Simon says, boy
Got the heat that'll make you feel joy
Run it back, 2 steps to the beat, uh

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

If you know that you're hot, let me see what you got
Set fire to the floor, burn it up
If you're only gonna come halfway
Don't even come at all

Because the people wanna see you
Bring it on before the end of this song
Just feel the music, let your body rock to it
And do it, do it, do it

So if you know you're fly, then it's the time
To show the people how this is done
I said feel the music, let your body rock to it
Do it, do it, do it

Rock your body, who like to party?
Just throw your hands up and don't hurt nobody
We just came to party wit you
And raise 'em up high if you like to do too

So rush to the dance floor
Rock it, rock it, pop it, pop it
Show the people what you came for
Drop it, drop it, you can't top it

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

I move so bionic, supersonic
Hypnotic on the floor
And when we flaunt it, they try to cop it
And everybody knows

We can move it, rock it
Pop it, lock it, drop it down low
So while you're sittin' on sidelines
Take notes from Prima J, you know

Watch us rock and roll it, Reggaeton it
Hip hop it and you know that's it's on
We came to party
And won't leave 'til the party's done

Gotta lotta moves, gotta lotta skillz
Got the right things to pay the right bills
Who wanna battle the best?
I take all down, who step up next?

What you hear is not a test
We came out to rock wit you
So that's what we're gonna do
Just make your body move

To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the back, to the back, to the back, to the back
Now shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Now slide, slide, slide, slide

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

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Tear The Wall Down - Lyrics - Billy Dean

Title: Tear The Wall Down
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): Bill Kenner, Billy Dean

Lyric:
Barely survived, the last goodbye
It hurt so bad, thought I would die
So I built a wall and built it high
Around this broken heart of mine

No one has ever wanted in
As bad as you
There?s only one thing left
For me to do

It?s time to tear the wall down
Let it crumble to the ground
?Cause it?s true love I have found
It?s time to tear the wall down
Yes it is

Oh memory, stacked up like stone
It kept you out for way too long
So come on in where you belong
And turn this house into a home

If you wanna love me
As bad as you say
I can?t let nothin? stand
In your way

It?s time to tear the wall down
Let it crumble to the ground
?Cause it?s true love I have found
It?s time to tear the wall down
Yes it is

No one has ever wanted in
As bad as you
There?s only one thing left
For me to do

It?s time to tear the wall down
Let it crumble to the ground
?Cause it?s true love I have found
It?s time to tear the wall down

It?s time to tear the wall down
Then let it crumble to the ground
?Cause it?s true love I have found
It?s time to tear the wall down

It?s time to tear the wall down
Yes it is
So long

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Off The Wall - Lyrics - Off The Wall - Michael Jackson

Title: Off The Wall
Album: Off The Wall
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): R Temperton

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Lyric:
When the world is on your shoulder
Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down
If you can't hang with the feeling
Then there ain't no room for you, this part of town
'Cause we're the party people, night and day
Livin' crazy, that's the only way

So tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
An' just enjoy yourself
Groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain't so bad at all
Live your life off the wall

You can shout out all you want to
'Cause there ain't no sin an' folks all gettin' loud
If you take the chance an' do it
Then there ain't no one who's gonna put you down
'Cause we're the party people, night an' day
Livin' crazy that's the only way

So tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
An' just enjoy yourself
Groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain't so bad at all
Live your life off the wall

Do what you want to do
There ain't no rules, it's up to you
It's time to come alive
And party on right through the night, all right

Gotta hide your inhibitions
Gotta let that fool loose, deep inside your soul
Wanna see an exhibition
Better do it now before you get too old
'Cause we're the party people, night and day
Livin' crazy that's the only way

So tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
C'mon and groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain't so bad at all
Live your life off the wall

So tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
An' just enjoy yourself
C'mon and groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all
If you livin' off the wall

Tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
An' just enjoy yourself
C'mon and groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all

Tonight
Gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
An' just enjoy yourself
C'mon and groove
Let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so bad at all

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Bouncin' Back (Bumping Me Against The Wall)(Another Version) - Lyrics - Mystikal

Title: Bouncin' Back (Bumping Me Against The Wall)(Another Version)
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Michael Tyler, Pharell Williams

Lyric:
You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

I really be throwin' my words standin' 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landin' from the tongue
More dramatic than Batman and Robin, ba, na, na, na, na, na

The one that be handlin' they business, be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be droppin' these albums, showin' 'em how to come back
And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off, 'cuz you sorry that you done that

I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious
You don't even much wanna see the rest
Coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet

So if you ain't ready you better get ready
I know I do it better when I'm bein' opposed
Ah, stick ya chest out, keep your chin up
'Cuz sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me
Sometimes we be gettin' in trouble we didn't want learn or
Sometimes we be gettin' in trouble we ain't gon' see

I accept my wages like the way that I feel
I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony

Somebody said, "Fool you better keep on rappin'
Stop that trippin', 'cuz it ain't gon' happen'"
I told them "Look, you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinkin' and keep on livin'"

Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
'Cuz you stuck inside scared watchin' CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life will be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't acceptin' no letters

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You heard about, yeah, you had to
I know you changed ya mind
You ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange
You was right in the middle complainin'
And forgot what you was cryin' 'bout

It could be your time and it might be
You can't do nothin' about it
It's God's will, that's just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then it's gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never
Even gone feel it until it hit home

That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eatin' that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on

I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way that it's gotta be
As real as ever, so I hope you proud of me

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
Yeah, I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me trust
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You keep bumpin' me against the wall
You ain't seen bouncin' back

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