What'S More - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: What'S More
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David J Jolicoeur, Vincent Lamont Mason, Paul E Huston

Lyric:
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one

Tell me what's more essential
Rap lines, party past nine
Or reading which is fundamental
Tell me what's more pollution
Black fog, burning log
Or infested prostitution

Tell me what's more appealing
Fast food job, corn on the cob
Or interstate drug dealing
Tell me what's more tantalizing
Flip flop, skeezer lies and props
Or 'Three Feet High And Rising'

Tell me, what's more?

Tell me what's more demanding
A dominant race, a fad called base
Or peace and understanding
Tell me what's more neglected
Teaching our seeds the fact there's greed
Or words being said in a record

Tell me what's more pathetic
A lallygag lush, a habit to cuss
Or a lawsuit filed on a medic
Tell me what's more amusing
Comic strip or break that hip
Or what Prince Paul's producing

Tell me, what's more?

Tell me what's more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a black man's fade
Or a kiss that's soaked in passion
Tell me what's more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the De La style us speakers give

Tell me what's more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy Lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples
Tell me what's more confusing
A Rubik's cube, a dusted dude
Or a figure in which one is choosing

Tell me, what's more?

Yo Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up
Ah, the hell with that, I don't have time for playin' with this
Just tell me what's going on
I just wanna know what's going on

Go ahead, Pos and Dove
Tell me what's going on
I just wanna know what's happening man
Ah, you won't tell me what's going on

I'd just like to say what's up to the Jungle Brothers
I'd like to say what's up to the Quest
I'd like to say what's up to Monie
I'd like to say what's up to Latifah

Mike G in the house [Incomprehensible]
Prince Paul, hey what's up man?
I'm cool and this is P.A. Mase and I just want to say
Cool DJ Red Alert, what's up, man?
Okay, we outta here, all right, peace y'all

[Incomprehensible]

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More Than Likely - Lyrics - Boy George

Title: More Than Likely
Artist: Boy George
Composer(s): Attrell Cordes

Lyric:
What's the use in trying
If all my senses say no place exists for you?
What's the use in holding out my arms
I couldn't find reasons if I tried to

What's the use in floating
If all it does is tell you someone's under you?
What's the use in being if I learn
To be neglectful towards the things that mean the most to most of you?
But I can hear me say

More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
More than likely, living for
More than likely, living for

What's the use in praying
For all the things that mean so much to none of you?
What's the use in pouring out my heart
Into situations I could cry through?

Oh, what's the use in closing
All the doors that let the loving into you?
What's the use of loving if I learn
Not to feel anything at all even if it means the most to you?
But I can hear me say

More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
You're living for, I'm the one you're living for

Even if you find
That I'm transcending most of my mind
Through the often closing doors
Of what's to come and what's in store, oh yeah

Even if because
You find I'm sending most of my love
To the often closed minds
That must inquire, what you're living for
What you're living for, what you're living for

What's the use in clinging, let go
To all the hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies?
What's the use in buying all my time
To try and figure out the frame that likes to communicate through signs?
'Cause I can hear me say

More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
If I find out I am then I'll finally understand when I say
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
More than likely, living for

More than likely, living for, living for
More than likely, I'm the one you're living for
What are you living for, living for?
I'm the one you're living for

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What'S Your Name? - Lyrics - Beautiful Soul - Jesse Mccartney

Title: What'S Your Name?
Album: Beautiful Soul
Artist: Jesse Mccartney
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Jesse Mccartney, Robbie Nevil

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Lyric:
Oh, oh, uh, uh, ahh

I turn around, you're there again
And suddenly you're gone
I wanna get to know you
But I don't know who you are

And you're the kinda girl
Who makes me start to lose my mind
I wanna get together
But you're oh, so hard to find

I see ya when I'm at the Star bucks
As you're walkin' out the door
I see when I'm rentin' movies
When you're leavin' the store

I need an opportunity
There's somethin' I wanna ask
I never seem to ever get the chance

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You got me goin' crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh, hey, this could be somethin' real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
'Cause every time I get there
But it's right before you go
Oh, hey, if only you could see
I wanna get to know you
And to get you knowin' me

Whoa, I see you at the mall
You're hangin' out with all your friends
I ready, gonna make my move
You go before I get the chance

You know you got me trippin'
Thinkin' 'bout you day and night
But I can't get to know you
If you don't know I'm alive

I seen you at the beach
You know you're loadin' up the car
I seen you when I'm at the concert
Then the lights go dark

There's somethin' I gotta find out
If I'll ever get the chance
There's only three words I wanna ask

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You got me goin' crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh, hey, this could be somethin' real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
'Cause every time I get there
But it's right before you go
Oh, hey, if only you could see
I wanna get to know you
And to get you knowin' me

Oh, oh, yeah, no, no, no
Oh, now wait up, ahh
Well, oh, no, don't go away now
Too late I missed your name, girl
Oh, no, don't go please
'Cause I'm the one you need, yeah

Oh, no, don't go, I've got to
Tell you how bad I want you
All I need is the chance
I never get the opportunity to ask

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You got me goin' crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh, hey, this could be somethin' real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
'Cause every time I get there
But it's right before you go
Oh, hey, if only you could see
I wanna get to know you
And to get you knowin' me

What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You got me goin' crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh, hey, this could be somethin' real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel

What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
'Cause every time I get there
But it's right before you go
Oh, hey, if only you could see
I wanna get to know you
And to get you knowin' me

What's your name?
What's your name, girl?
Oh, oh, yeah, that's it
Ladies goodnight

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What'S The Dillio? - Lyrics - Wasting Time - Mest

Title: What'S The Dillio?
Album: Wasting Time
Artist: Mest
Composer(s): Tony Lovato

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Lyric:
There's this little girl and I think she's so fine
And I'm not giving up until she is mine
See I want to be her boy and I want her to be my girl
Because since I've met her I been in another world

She was just my friend and now I want more
There's something special to her
She's not just another whore, I said

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal?

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal?

See everybody else has gotten involved
That's not the way this should've evolved
I should have just told you how I felt
But when I'm around you my words just melt

She was just my friend and now I want more
There's something special to her
She's not just another whore, I said

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal? Deal

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal?

She was just my friend and now I want more
There's something special to her
She's not just another whore
She was just my friend and now I want more
There's something special to her she's not

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal? Deal

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal?

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal? Deal

What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal, deal?
What's the D-D-Dillio, Dillio?
What's the d-d-deal?

I know how much of this thing that I am

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What'S Going On? - Lyrics - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: What'S Going On?
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
What's going on?

What's happening, it's been so long, what's going on
And what's going wrong? The good old days are gone
You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man
You invented a scam even you don't understand
You rig the enigma, can't figure it out
You change the route, now you're in doubt
You use to cut class, smoked grass, still passed
Figured you was all that but that ain't last
The times is harder, the drugs is heavier
You say whatever, the more, the merrier
Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes
Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes
No more good times, no more time
Too far to find, you're almost blind
You can't see what spot that the trap is in
(Hey bra!)What's happening
You had it mapped out, your plans get torn
You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone
You said you quit, stated your word is bond
(Hey bro) what's going on?

What's going on?

My neighborhood don't look so good
I'll find a way out yeah, I would if I could
But the government is doing a project
So I live in the projects
Where we fight for elbow room to the doom
Try to live long but you die too soon
I might not be alive to see 25
Taught at ten to make money and strive
I sold tapes at school and made some ends
Met a lot of skins and even made some friends
Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit
Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit
But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test
But I won't fess, I just get rid of the stress
And then shake hands like a man
'Cause it's a family thing, only the crew would understand
But you had a one on one fight wit drugs
When we ain't cool no more, we buss slugs
Clip after clip, until one of us is gone
(Hey bra!) what's going on?

What's going on?

The crime rate in New York State elevate
A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate
Drug wars daily, alot of blood spilt
Kids on the playground shot down and kilt
Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more
'Cause stray bullets explore
We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely
And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be
Rubbed out in a quest for clout
The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out
Half of the projects is dead or locked up
Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up
Human abortion create distortions
And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when
Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born
(Hey bra!) what's going on?
(Hey bra!) what's going on?
(Hey bra!) what's going on?

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Mo Money, Mo Problems - Lyrics - P. Diddy

Title: Mo Money, Mo Problems
Artist: P. Diddy
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Mason Betha, J Phillips, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down

To the tube sock, the same ol' pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love

You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound

Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Yeah yeah, ah ha, from the C to the A to the D D Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now's

When all the ballin' stops, nigga never
Home got a chrome one and a yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop

Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
Bag a money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours, violate me
This'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way

'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair
And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement

My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders

Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky

Wave 'em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune

Five double oh, get the phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass kizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

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What'S Your Flava? - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: What'S Your Flava?
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry

Lyric:
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

I met this fly girl in the club went by the name of Pecan Deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out, man, it cost me 20 bucks

Met this chick named, Walnut Whip, nearly made me sick
To the point of throwing up so I called chocolate chip
With the sweet toffee crisp and I still cant get enough

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

I take 'em in the middle of July
With the drop top down in the park when it's summerin'
These ice creams lookin' so fly
That I just cant lie it all seems too bewilderin'

They got these grown men, runnin' round
Screamin' out, acting worse than children
But who flow, better know, better stack cheddar
Get more tongue better than this ice-cream, better than

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

What's your flava? What's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
C'mon, tell me what's your flava

Hey, I'm taking 'em, apple and cinnamon
Girls, aren't feeling 'em can't stop drippin' 'em
That's why they got me dribblin'
Hot fudge sauce on the soles of my timberlands

I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla
Wit a little chocolate sprinklin'
That make me spend my dividends
These sweet things make me feel like a kid again

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava

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One More Time - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: One More Time
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
Mama's in the bathroom
Waitin' to be saved
Papa's in the bedroom
Just diggin' up his grave

Brother's in the kitchen
Playin' with a knife
Sister's in the attic
Just laughin' at her life

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time

Everybody's nervous
The window shades are down
Angels flutter up above
The flame where love is found

Sit down at the table
Say, a little grace
Put on your dark glasses
And try to find your place

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time

Crawlin' up the stairs
'Cause I know your love is there

You don't have to tell me
All that I've done wrong
It wakes me up at night
And keeps me up the whole night long

But sooner or later
Everything's the same
And everybody's guilty
Of the pleasure and the pain

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time

Diggin' down deep
Baby, please don't fall asleep

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time

And it's one more time
All the grapes are on the vine
And I'm gonna take what's mine
One more time
...

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What'S Your Flava (Remix) - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: What'S Your Flava (Remix)
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry

Lyric:
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?

I met this black girl in the club
Went by the name of Pecan Deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out man it cost me twenty bucks

Met this chick named Walnut Whip
Nearly made me sick to the point of throwin' up
So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp
And I still can't get enough

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?

I take 'em in the middle of July
With tha drop top down in the park
When it's summerin' these ice creams lookin' so fly
That I just can't lie, it all seems too bewilderin'

They got these grown men running round
Screaming out acting worse than children
But who flow, better know, better stack cheddar
Get more tones better than this ice cream veteran

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?

Hey, I'm taking 'em, apple and cinnamon
Girls I'm feeling 'em can't stop licking 'em
That's why they got me dribbling
Hot fudge sauce and it's all over my Timberlands

I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla
With a little chocolate sprinkling
They make me spend my dividends
These sweet things make me feel like a kid again

You're what I want, you're what I need
I wanna taste ya, take ya home with me
You look so good, good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy

What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?

What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?
What's your flava? Tell me, what's your flava?

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What'S Goin' On - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: What'S Goin' On
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Arnold Hamilton, T Harman, Anthony Berkeley, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Yo, hold up, stop, stop

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Yo, what's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
If you could soar the sky like a bird
Would you be disturbed
To see brothers on the curb smokin' herb
And cops from the third precinct rush in like a herd

Chargin' up the league with possession
Freeze 'em and arrest 'em
Strip search 'em then undress 'em
Make the youngsters come and then sign a confession

Or would you watch the cop in the chopper
With the high powered binocular cameras
Attached the bottom of his aircraft
Takin' photographs of your lab

Pointin' a 50 millimeter 500 shot
Magazine full clip gat at your back, hoverin' the projects
Spotlight shinin' bright on movin' targets
Infrared light at night on dark objects
Harassin' citizens who hasn't been charged yet

Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers
On top see forfeit the death system failure
Take these devils off, I witness Tom broke off
Mentally fry his brain and blow the smoke off

Killa Bee, presidential suite, Bill and Hillary
Bow and kiss my feet
Auxiliary security retreat
Heavy artillery sun heat
Meet the agony defeats the cavalry

Six-pack battery back, anti-gravity raps
Snaps your head inside the bear trap
You can't adapt to the habitat
The biggest jigsaw puzzle be the world map

Niggas think that they own things
And man sit high upon thrones
When you die tell me what the fuck you own
When your skin flesh and bones find a permanent home
As food for worms or fossils trapped in stone

What's goin' on?
(What's goin' on?)
I'm just holdin' on

(What's goin' on?)
What's goin' on?
(What's goin' on?)
I'm just holdin'

Airborne planes with ultra rays
Aerosol sprays leavin' tracemarks
You're picked up on radar
Trackin' your moments, political opponents

Everything you own now he owns it
From the genesis exact off the tip
Undergoin' metamorphosis

Through computers in your offices
A crystal construct a nuclear missile
Every fifth school we produce more pistols
Documented details, shocked at retails

Shipped to the ghetto for resale
Peep the calamitist dreams
And destroy the thermometers
Droppin' like niggas unemployed

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Just holdin' on, just holdin' on
(What's goin' on?)

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? Just holdin' on
(What's goin' on?)

(What's goin' on?)
Yo, triple 6 is established
The average savage cabbage is tryin' to live lavish
Off of the credit card balances
The magnetic strips that stick onto plastic

New World Order system of society that's cast us
Masses is mastered and broadcasters speak
The media breach and your optic forefathers
Topics is wild as fiction

To lessen the friction my children beware the pale rider
Your life is slipped into a microchip
I warned you with all of the mics that I grip
Cash days fade away devils roll hard
Trappin' souls inside of Visa gold cards

Yo, this is cerebral warfare
Nuclear golden sphere attacks the hemisphere
Leaves the human fearness of the pit of urban tears
Dedicate my life to Allah, each bar's a star
Far from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard

Panasonic electronic thoughts
Cut short your life support
Half deceased enemies are buried alive
At the Wu mount enterprise

Raisin' cane remain pain in the brain
Stain the mind frame
Slay like heroin bein' shot in the veins

9th Prince the principle, I was born invicible
Slew with a tribute to my attribute
Weak lyricists in my cipher stay mute
My wisdom is sword justice
Chop off the head of those who can't be trusted

I'm signin' off as I let my knowledge be born
Sharp like a thorn
Bloods callin' themselves Gods, yo
What's goin' on?

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What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?

What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?

What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?

What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
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What'S That Right There - Lyrics - Kelis Was Here - Kelis

Title: What'S That Right There
Album: Kelis Was Here
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Kelis Roger Jones, William Adams, Philippe Wynn, George S Clinton, Keith Harris

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Lyric:
What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

This just might be the flavor you crave nightly
I'll give it to you nicely, oh
So go ahead and try me, them girlies wanna fight me
But you just wanna bite me, oh

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What I got will keep you runnin'
Back for more ?cause you'll been wantin'
More of this so what you frontin' for

You know you addicted
I up and got you whipped on it
Lovin' me is hypnotical

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

She a freak!
She a freak!
Woo! The lil' mama is a freak!
She a tasty treat
So won't you give me somethin' to eat baby?

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got something for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down
Down, down, down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

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Allow Them - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Allow Them
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Dicky Barrett, Joe Gittleman

Lyric:
Allow them, they just crawled out of the woodwork
The cockroach in the expensive suit and tie
Failure has far too many fathers
Succeed and you're an orphan 'til you die

Now then no one is saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve

Allow them, they've got a pitch and a proposal
The runaround might be a better term for it
They think that they've got us at their disposal
Sit still, this wont hurt a bit

Now no one's saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve
The day will come when there is nothing left to be afraid of
Allow them, they will destroy themselves if we allow them to

It's such a cold, cold whorey place
There's more than rats running in the race
And more than weasels calling in the plays
These are cold, cold whorey days

Deception is an ax they wield
There's wands to wave with every call they field
This is just not us at all
And if it is, we've dropped the ball

And we know who's not a carrier, they hide behind a barrier
That they'll destroy themselves somehow
It's up to us if we allow
They will destroy themselves if we allow them to

Allow them, they're setting it in motion
Unaware, unaware where they are heading to right now
Allow them, we'll wait for the commotion that's bound to come
Bound to come, bound to come if we allow

Now then, no one's saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve
The day will come when there is nothing left to be afraid of
Allow them, they will destroy themselves if we allow them to

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What'S Happenin' - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: What'S Happenin'
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terrance Freeman, Teruis Gray

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Lyric:
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought
Then them niggaz 'round the corner, come and see what we about
But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out

We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side
He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick
She said, "I love you, Juvenile but you know you the shit"

I grabbed on my glock, it's where the fools hang out
I'm only tryin' to hustle another change route
But they ain't gettin' nothin' if I ain't on beam
I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin' to find they own things

Workin' with plenty for talkin' 'bout hoes
I don't give them a penny, they comin' out they clothes
Grabbin' on my jimmy to see if nigga swole
Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin'
I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin'
Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin'
Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin'

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?

We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin' nice
The sub woofers bumpin', I need it in my life
We had a couple of fellas, was stuntin' with they eyes
We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right

See, I ain't gotta rep 'cause they know I got chains
You can catch me in that dro, boy that money green thang
Get a fish and shrimp po', boy, and go sit on St. James
I'm a playa like my ole boy that's where I get game

Hoes start passin' 'cause they want me to see 'em
Ain't givin' no action if they want some per diem
And I keep a soldier rag from the am to the pm
My heater in my lap lookin' great up in the B-M

I know them niggaz watchin' 'cause they know that I'm buck
But they can catch a hot one for fuckin' with a thug
Nothin' was poppin' so we went in the club
All the hoes started jockin' 'cause they knew who we was

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin'
I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin'
Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin'
Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin'

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?

The owner wasn't trippin', he let a nigga in and
The place was jumpin' and the hoes was grinnin'
Not at us though, it was at the other women
Some was butterscotch, some yellow like lemon

Had a couple of foul ones, chicken and pigeons
Some was kinda fine but them bitches didn't listen
Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin'
Put it in reverse and went back for more women

Everybody's rollin' and you can really see it
Look at how they scopin' for somebody to be with
I ain't on shit and I've been G'in since the 80's
Ain't about goin' somewhere, probably then "Beat It"

You already knowin' the way that I'm rockin'
If you ain't goin' then ain't nothin' poppin'
Now I'm about to leave 'cause these niggaz eavesdroppin'
I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it

Yes, I'm thuggin', yes, I'm clubbin'
I ain't trippin' on you look, bitch, I'm buzzin'
Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin'
Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin'

What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin' with that?

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What'S Up Wit That - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: What'S Up Wit That
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Dominick J Lamb

Lyric:
Ha, once again
First and only female representin', yeah
Rah Digga comin' through you know what I'm sayin'
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told
With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha, ha, ha, ha that's fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin' crash dummies

I'm makin' hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin' like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids runnin' around bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin' up with documents to cover the embezzlin'

Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
Over niggas heads while they out percolatin'
Spot datin', block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was ovulatin'

Now, for all the cats wildin', what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
'Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine

Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my mark
'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't start

Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition'
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin' from your vest

Definitely, gettin' severance pay
While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy

'Cuz that's how shit be what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin' chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin' people

'Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey

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What'S The Word - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: What'S The Word
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kim Jones, R Turner

Lyric:
Yo yo, ay yo, yo

Think it's 'bout time that I heat y'all up
Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up
Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up
And y'all ain't stop me from burn, y'all just don't learn

(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's staying'
(What's the word?)
The bitch ain't playin'

And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory
The one point game I fucked around and hit a three
Swish, all fuckin' net
It's the fourth quarter you're pourin' down sweat

Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget
Since you came in this game are there any regrets?
And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in
What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again

Yo, it's cold at the camp but I'm in it till it's over
Notorious soldier thought I told ya
Niggas is pissin' me off right now
But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now

Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin' door locked

Beanie told y'all but I got proof
I speak the truth, every time I step in the booth
Uh, pretty things is all that I mean
Better listen to the words that she sings

(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's stayin'
(What's the word?)
The bitch ain't playin'

And now I could see why y'all all on me
You need a hot remix you could call on me
Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me
But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake

We get it on in Brooklawn no lie
Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die
We get it on in Brooklawn no lie
Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die

Get money always but I ain't givin' up rap
Come on now, y'all should know me better than that
I mean, this is somethin' I'm a veteran at
Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that

Who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin' door locked

I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin' for

(What's the word?)
She goin' for delf
(What's the word?)
She 'bout to reinvent herself
(What's the word?)
She reppin' the hood
(Yo what's the word?)
Yeah, the bitch look good

I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin' for

(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's stayin'
(What's the word?)
The bitch ain't playin'

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More - Lyrics - I'm Breathless - Madonna

Title: More
Album: I'm Breathless
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim

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Lyric:
Once upon a time
I had plenty of nothing which was fine with me
Because I had rhythm, music, love
The sun, the stars and the moon above

Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea
That was when the best things in life were free

Then time went by
And now I got plenty of plenty which is fine with me
'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm
But look at what I got to go with 'em

"Who could ask for anything more?," I hear you query
Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie

Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore
I'm so happy with what I got, I want more

Count your blessings, one, two, three
I just hate keeping score
Any number is fine with me as long as it's more
As long as it's more

I'm no mathematician, all I know is addition
I find counting a bore
Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting

More, more

I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before
Got my guy and my sky of blue, now, however, I own the view
More is better than nothing, true
But nothing's better than more, more, more
Nothing's better than more

One is fun, why not two?
And if you like two, you might as well have four
And if you like four, why not a few, why not a slew

More, more

If you've got a little, why not a lot?
Add and bit and it'll get to be a noodle
Every jot and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle

More, more

Never say when, never stop at plenty
If it's gonna rain, let it pour
Happy with ten, happier with twenty
If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much more?

Or does that sound too greedy?
That's not greed, no, indeedy
That's just stocking the store
Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard

More, more

Each possession you possess
Helps your spirits to soar
That's what's soothing about excess
Never settle for something less

Something's better than nothing, yes
But nothing's better than more, more, more
(Except all, all, all)
Except all, all, all

Except once you have it all
(Have it all)
You may find all else above
(All else above)

That though things are bliss
There's one thing you miss and that's
More, more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more

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Dopefiend'S Diner - Lyrics - Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life - 2pac

Title: Dopefiend'S Diner
Album: Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Deon Evans, Tupac Shakur, Suzanne Vega

Lyric:
Late night coolin' with my homies
Drinkin' Hennessey an' cold brew
After smokin' stopped in Oakland
Got the munchies for some soul food

So we stopped to get a bite to eat
At the local barbecue
It's just another borin' Monday
An' there's nothin' else to do

Now as we stepped out of the car
I heard someone behind me fightin'
So I turned to look and find out
What's the cause of this excitement

One brother was a dopefiend
And the other was a dopeman
And the dopeman had a AK
Said he'll spray an' he's not jokin'

Well, it seems to be the dopefiend
Owed the dopeman for his product
And he swore if he did not pay
He would end up gettin' shot up

Now I could not walk away
'Cause I got caught up in the scene
Wonderin' what would happen
To this poor and helpless fiend

Well, my homie Michael Cooley
Said let's go and make our order
What's the use in watchin' two men
Stand out here fight over quarters

Well, I walked inside the diner
And all the dopefiends waved to me
Heard the sound of several gunshots
And I ran outside to see

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

All the people in the diner
Ran outside to see the big show
It was just another party
For them to see just who they would know

But for me I held concern
I wanted to go see the outcome
Would a mother have a son tonight
Or would she live her life without one?

I made it to the streets
I almost cried right on the spot
Not only had the fiend died
But a small girl had been shot

My heart could take no more
I felt a tear roll down my face
That was daddy's bullet
But she took it in his place

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

Tried to make way through the crowd
So I could go help the baby
She could barely speak but she whispered
"Mister, can you please save me?"

So I screamed out, "Someone help me"
But I don't think they could hear
And if they did they didn't care
Oh, how I hated everyone there

The baby lie here dyin'
And I wondered what could I do
The cameraman and newspapers
Had come to get their interviews

To them it's just story
And they can't see the tragedy
To them it doesn't matter
'Cause hey, it wasn't their family

I don't think I'll be back
'Cause it'll never be the same here
So I wipe away the tears
And leave the scene the way I came here

Though some people say it's crazy
And the food could have been finer
I'll never forget
Never forget the night at Dopefiend's Diner

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

(What's goin' on?)
Another gunshot rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another siren rings
(What's goin' on?)
Another mother cries
(What's goin' on?)
'Cause another innocent dies
(What's goin' on?)

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Pushing The Needle Too Far - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Pushing The Needle Too Far
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Ray

Lyric:
Well I woke up this mornin'
Gray dawn
With a prayer on my breath
See I lost somethin' precious
And God'll save me
From losin' myself

I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong

Now I met the Queen and I understand why
Why she closed the door
I'm not makin' excuses
But you know I've been there a few times
You know I was
I was knockin' on the door

I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong, wrong, wrong

See there's a man
He lived in a house
Had a family of five
Well he blew up the windows and the doors
He said I just couldn't
I just couldn't survive

We've all been removed
In one way or another
Don't know our families
Pushin' the needle too far
Pushin' the needle too far

Well if you wake up in the morning
Gray dawn
There's a prayer on your breath
See maybe you lost something precious
God'll save you
From losing yourself

I said I think I know what's wrong
Let me hear you
I think I know what's wrong

There's a Queen who closed the door
The family that lies
People who turn
The cat that has died
A boy that O.D's
A girl with a gun
The world on its knees
And a band on the run
You know you'd help me more
(The queen who closed the door)
By not giving in
(The family that lies)
You know you'd help me more
(People who turn)
By not givin' in
(And the cat that has died)
You'd help me more
(A boy that od's)
By not givin' in
(And a girl with a gun)
I said you'd help me more
(The world on it's knees)
Now don't you give in
(And a band on the run)
Ah now you'd help me more
By not givin'
I said don't you dare
(Not givin' in no)
Don't you dare
(Not givin' in no)
Don't you dare
You'd help me more
By not givin' in
I said you'd help me more
By not givin' in
I said I
I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong
We're pushin' the needle too far

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