Wickedness Of Man - Lyrics - Trouble

Title: Wickedness Of Man
Artist: Trouble
Composer(s): Jeff Olson, Sean Mcallister, Eric Wagner, Rick Wartell, Bruce Franklin

Lyric:
Man was not created for hate
Deceitful minds plotting revenge
We are cast with eternal fate
Share your love

Life is short, sometimes hell
Empty hearts full with sin
We are doomed the message will tell
Share your love

Wicked man, find peace of mind
Wicked man, find love for mankind

War and sin, will never win
Peace and love, will rise us up above
Life or death, depends upon oneself
Heaven and hell

Wicked man, find peace of mind
Wicked man, find love for mankind

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Oh Jerusalem - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Oh Jerusalem
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Oh, Jerusalem yeah
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem

Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
Text book solutions are so improbable
'Cuz everybody else is just as empty

Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide
Behind education and philosophy
Hopeless explanation to describe a situation
I can't see because the world's on top of me

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust
Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath

Failing to connect, 'cuz I'm morally defective
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead

Limited to Earth, unable to find out my worth
'Cuz I can't see past my own vanity
If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it
From my mind because it has to be insanity

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor
In this staged interpretation of this day

Focused on the shadow
With my back turned to the light
Too intelligent to see it's me in the way
What a paradox, having God trapped in a box

All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending
That I'm actually defending
God through my facade, only material

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection

Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we can walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, a generation so aloof
Only follow in the steps of the majority

Trust in the Lord, with all thy heart
And lay not to thine own understanding in all thy ways
Acknowledge Him, and He shall direct our paths
Be not wise in thine own eyes that you can?t follow Him

We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them
Who religion tells us that we should ignore
Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him
Exposed by the very things that we adore

We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man
Who has a different point of view than us
Infuriated 'cuz he doesn't understand
Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss

Wise who do evil, we don't know how to do good
Walking on in darkness running from the light, ey
Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods
Telling us what's going on will be alright

Oh, so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed
When I played with my game of Monopoly
Oh, to suggest, that my life is still a mess
Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping them from perfection

Abide in me and I in You, as the branch cannot bare
Fruit of itself except in the vine
I am the vine, ye are the branches, He that live in me
And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit

But without me, you can do nothing
Oh, Jerusalem, your traditions have deceived you
I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me
And whatsoever, you ask in my name He may give to you

But in vain they call my name, teaching doctrines just the same
Justified among themselves
But God knoweth the heart, what man esteems as smart
Is an abomination to Emmanuel

Just repent, turn from selfish motivation
So iniquity will not cause your demise
Make you a new heart and a new spirit for why would He die
Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why

I have no pleasure in the death of Him to die
Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live
It's not the talkers, but the walkers in His word
Are the only ones the Father will forgive

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, providing you no protection
Oh, Jerusalem, oh, Jerusalem

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Twelve Jewelz - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Twelve Jewelz
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Omar Miller

Lyric:
As long as you got mentally dead people
Who are living in a mental death
Meaning living in a mental grave
You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life

There's no chance for a physical dead
But there's chance for the mentally dead
So, we gonna come and resurrect them
That's why they call me the Ryzarector

I'm out to resurrect the mental dead
By diggin' up they graves
Bringin' 'em back to the surface

Niggaz is caught up in the midst of six
You better grab ahold of your crucifix
And this is it, the black God exists
Can you understand this? Let me teach you a lesson, yo

The pre-existence of the mathematical, biochemical equations
The manifestations of God, Earth, Air, Fire and Water
Which are in it's basic formation, solid liquid and gases
That caused the land masses and the space catalyst
And all matter that exists and is dense

Third dimension, that must be observed through physical comprehension
It takes a nerve to be struck, wisdom is the wise
Poet spoken to wake up, the dumb who've been sleeping

The fourth dimension is time, it goes inside the mind
Run the channels, energized up through the back of your spine
So, observe as my G energy strikes a vital nerve
One swerve of the tongue, it pierces like a sword through the lung

Have you not heard that words kill as fast as bullets?
When you load negative thoughts, to the chamber of your brain
And your mouth pulls the trigger that propels, wickedness straight from Hell
From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell

I searched the East coast and West coast down and most found
The small towns is like ghost towns, everybody moves slowed down
From Uptown to Bucktown, give a fuck, now, Shaolin gots the crown
And cops'll still serve you from Jamaica Ave. to Myrtle
And cats carry more shells than turtles

Brooklyn, Down Park Hill, pussies unfertile
Buy wholesale never retail get females in deep spells
If you eat well, you sleep well

Send enemies to Hell
What makes hair skin epidermis fingernail
Regenerate, when everything else disintegrate
A Teflon vest, so, bullets can't penetrate

On the corner of my block there stood this old man
A black immigrant from the land of Sudan
Who used to tell stories to the children in the building
But never had a dollar to keep his pocket filled in

He bombed, he knew Deuteronomy, the science of Astronomy
But didn't know the basic principles about economy
I say the wise man don't play the role of a fool
The first thing a man must obtain is Twelve Jewelz

Knowledge, wisdom, understanding to help you achieve
Freedom, justice, equality, food, clothing and shelter
After this, love, peace and happiness

He had the nappiest head, I told him total satisfaction
Is to achieve one goal in the scheme of things
He who works like a slave, eats like a king

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Make Your Peace - Lyrics - Balls and My Word - Scarface

Title: Make Your Peace
Album: Balls and My Word
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Micheal Dean, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control
Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know
Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost?
How come the dead can't talk?

Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side
Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired

They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it
They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it
And though I appreciate bein' alive
Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die

Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me
Converse with the angels and elders that went before me
And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know
If there's life after death, and if so, where we go

I often find myself involved in deep thought
I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought
And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait

Or better yet, I take the journey for myself
Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9
Suicide!

Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends and family, so life-like
Black and in between screams and then peace
Lookin' in the eyes of the grieved and deceased

Father please, send me back, I don't wanna die
I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie
During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm
And I woke up singing this song

I been a pawn and I been a king
And I been down since the beckoning
I try to look beyond the sight of sound
And the lights come from the underground

Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound
And through my quest for the answers, know what I found?
I found that regardless to what people say
The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace

Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight
And link to my thoughts as my intents are to initiate
And enter the minds of the ones who are blind
And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme

I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet
'Cause everyday it's niggas lyin' dead in the street
We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days
Fuck what they say, 'cause ain't no comin' back from the grave

So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out
Then you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
I had a dream and seen a double sun
A different world was in the makin'
The ruler of this new world was Satan

The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin'
Then I woke up, my imagination
Runnin' wild but then again the coming of Christ
Could be the moment of any minute, now or tonight

So make your peace, 'cause 666 is the mark of the beast
It's dark in these streets
And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me
Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness

I know I'm protected 'cause I'm convicted
Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory
And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me
How do you explain the skies, the moon, the stars and the rain

The sun and the sea the Earth without form facing the deep
Darkness and challengin' the powers that be
It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds
Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn our backs on the truth?
This heaven and hell part we seem to hide from the youth

I'm tellin' what few tongues of the evil will despise
My intention's to revitalize, still I revive
And I've read the books, and I heard the lessons
And I'm on my knees steady stressin', you make your peace

I been a pawn and I been a king
And I been down since the beckoning
I try to look beyond the sight of sound
And the lights come from the underground

Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound
And through my quest for the answers, know what I found?
I found that regardless to what people say
The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace

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The Power Of God - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: The Power Of God
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Somethin? real smooth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin? real smooth
Somethin? you need to take heed to

A base head cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin? crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way, positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin? with the envious thugs

Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God

Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, ?cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a [unverified]
Doesn't realize I'm rollin? with a team
Avengin? angels will come and burn
All those who saw but refused to learn

He has no color, no shape and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just getting? warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God

Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot

People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin? boys and girls
?Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God

You know m sayin?
And G is the seventh letter made, yeah
G is the seventh letter made
The power of God, yeah

The babies, we gotta teach ?em and hold ?em
Send ?em to school, so we can teach ?em and mold ?em
Shape ?em and make ?em, take form
?Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant

This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin?, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein? black or white
It's about everybody bein? a right
I pulled out my mic and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God

And G is the seventh letter made
Power of God
G is the seventh letter made

That was just a word to the wise, uprise
?Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together ?cause we as a people
All people gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

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Sleepwalkers - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Sleepwalkers
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Tony Cowan, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Woke up this mornin' fifty-five past six
Eazy-muthafuckin'-E with tha hard ass dick
Nigga plottin', ah
Nigga schemin' so don't wake me bitch, 'cuz I'm dreamin'

1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear
Cock my nine and I'm out the window
Drunk as fuck and high off that indo
Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G.
And I really don't think you wanna fuck with me

Nigga walkin' half up with nine in hand
I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand
I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Now back to the mutha fuckin' set
Creepin', crawlin', crawlin', creepin'
Don't get caught sleepin'

Sleepwalkin', stalkin', runnin' with the guage
Up under this murderous spell now
Consider me hell bound, crossin' my path
I'ma drop this 12-guage shell down

On the road to destruction, guage eruption
Creepin' so I'm cautious
Catch a nigga sleep, six feet deep
And scopin' out peepin', 'cause ya be makin' me nauseous

Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin' you with this potion man
Death runnin' up from the left
Bang number one in this murder game, insane
See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him

Hunt on this deadly prowl
Watch out for the nightfall, when them come
Mo murder be a nigga style
Mo murder, me comin' to serve ya
Judgment day, me reapin', Lil Lay on the deep end

So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin'
Eternally soldiers of the Clair, keep it ruthless, Mo Thugs
Little Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this
Gotta make that cheese, yeah, nigga we gettin' 'em

(It's on, on, on)
Nigga let's killa, killa, killa
Bodies they count, me buckin' 'em down, stay down
Murder me style, me put 'em in the ground now way down

Steady flip when I bang, bang, man
Flippin' I roll with me gun
Still it's itchin' to bang, bang, hang
And it's all the same

They willin' to serve ya mo murder, mo murder
They thinkin' you tangle but when they get mangled
Rip all of your soldiers scream but no body heard ya
Then pop in the clip if ya lettin' me doze off, you lost

Creepin', I'm drunk when I stalk me victim
Sleepwalk with the intent to kill him
Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood
Put 'em in the mud

Don't know what it was but his gut was
Still drippin' off me fuckin' gloves, then I got me strapped up
Straight-jacked up, but man I'll be reapin'
Creepin' up under your dome, it's seepin'
When the sawed off get to creepin', fall victim

Me stalkin', chalkin' up bloody victims
Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga
Put him in a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now
Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin' 'em on down

What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried
P.O.D. D when it comes to ride
Creep out your seat, but don't fall in the night
Once inside, forgettin' about remors forgettine

Tour curse'll ride, cry now when I'm ready to lie down
Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now
I'll pap pap puttin' a clack back in a me gat
Not never to mention never to mention

It'll be over when I take a nap, me deadly
But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me
And I'm on a mission on murder
Roll city to city without no pity

Well, I got a clique see
My niggas up out of the woods reapin'
Peep me creepin' out of the corner
Who just got caught sleepin'?

Once the Mo comes up ther's gonna be murder
Killer when the night falls
And it ain't shit to kill, 'cuz I really don't love ya
Don't run, run, run, I like my knife
Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life

Straight-jakket is loose creepin' up to get ya get ya
But fo' mo killas number one
Leatherface, that psycho and that killa Ripsta
Dippin' me clip and me dumpin', me ditch ya

Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches
When I come hard let's kill em all, niggas and bitches
Leave no witnesses

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The Struggle Will Be Lost - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Struggle Will Be Lost
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Carl Thomas, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle will be lost, lost

If you continue to do the shit you be doing with disloyalty, nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me, nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to start destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother

Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick
And still live with your mother
Copping shit that superseded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood
And taking care of your family?

Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing
Why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs

Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
'Cause he know if we knew the truth
We'd make his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to ball
While the devil be sitting and watching, plotting how to murder us all

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
The struggle would be lost, lost

Hey yo, that's why I'm hustling harder
Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That's why my persona will come with
Such a karma to be getting this paper
'Cause I ain't with the slavery labor

A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
Than those that believe when they die they probly
Meet the creator that's crazy, how we become slaves
To mental death and power that comes
With becoming even more of a dumber ass

The devil robbing you blind, concealing the truth from niggas
While we be struggling they murder the mind
The wickedness sneak on you quicker
When they creep from behind continue to speak
The truth ?til it weaken your spine

Now check it, the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
You can't see it like you living on a street for the blind
Young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
Fly cuisine food poisoned 'cause you eatin' the swine

I stay struggling and doing for Delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails

Now listen, they got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it and I hope you feeling the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat
You in the head with the math

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost, lost

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Public Enemy Number One - Lyrics - Max Romeo

Title: Public Enemy Number One
Artist: Max Romeo
Composer(s): Smith Lee Scratch Perry

Lyric:
Satan is public enemy number one
Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes on this land
Killing God's children one by one
Casting affliction upon the innocent man

But as it were in the beginning
So shall it be in the end
God's righteous people must rule again
So you're bound to be captured in the end

For it's easier for a camel
To go through the eye of a needle
Than for wicked, wickedness
To enter the Kingdom of God, I say

Look what you've done to mankind
You planted the seed of crime in our children's mind
Even the suckling on the breast
Now becoming an awful test

For it's easier for a camel
To go through the eye of a needle
Than for wicked, wickedness
To enter the Kingdom of God, I say

Satan is public enemy number one
Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes on this land
Killing God's children one by one
Casting affliction on the innocent man

Beelzebub, I say
You

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Press Rewind - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Press Rewind
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Teren Delvon Jones, Damian Siguenza

Lyric:
Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all
Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica
Got rhymes per capita

I'm shining through the aperture
But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya
That's another genre, I'm the black bomber
Track charmer, sack burner

Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent
Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable
With only heaven to go incredible

Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet
You fail 'cause you average
Regardless of your sells and your status
You extra baggage

I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser
Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit
You'll get the sickness
When I spit the wickedness

And split cha wig like Kid Icarus
Leave you headless like Icky-bod
I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop
Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult
Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat
Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt

I don't know, Different Strokes
So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you from my testes
Purposely improve you just to see who the best be

But sold up sexy
Take a poll and know the prestige
Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation
Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions

Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious

Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious

Go ahead, try symbiosis
But most rap artist don't have any focus
Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers
Kipsco or pennyloafers

Get my album I'll show you how it's done
Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals
My throat holds verbal choke pose
Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles

I flow scrimmage like the Microdots
You might go pop and I might grow crops
Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold
Pull a zodiac sign to halftime

Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight
Man, you don't know the half
Dash right to the phonograph
Blow your balderdash

Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn
My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern
Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed
Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more

Water emcees like a bayshore
Bullets graze doors
In Oakland where they lay law
Del is going AWOL wit' napalm

Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier
Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood
Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates
Try Del and win the sweepstakes

What I make is so hot, it's seethin'
Off the deep end, stop your breathin'
Caught cha sleepin'
Now you're peekin' like you've eaten
A hundred microdots wreck your equinox

Delete every piece of props
Leave your perforated, curb your hatred
Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner
I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic

Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious

Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious

And the survey says
"Go practice or something, man"
You know peace

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Night By Candlelight - Lyrics - The Afghan Whigs

Title: Night By Candlelight
Artist: The Afghan Whigs
Composer(s): Greg Dulli

Lyric:
Repeat these words after me in all honesty
Repeat these words after me
If you dare to believe this yourself

Am I vain? Have I shame?
Are my thoughts of a man
Who can call himself sane?

Do I blame all my pain
On the wickedness I have arranged?
If I do, bring it down

Repeat these words after me in all honesty
Repeat these words after me
If you dare to believe this yourself

Am I vain? Have I shame?
Are my thoughts of a man
Who can call himself sane?

Is my fate all the same
As the man who has
Walked the line straight?

If it is, bring it down
And I, I must rely, my dear
And I, cannot deny, my dear

There will be a reckoning
Which was, is
And is to come

Repeat these words after me in all honesty
Repeat these words after me
If you dare to believe

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Black Star Line - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Black Star Line
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Allen Dechalus Murph

Lyric:
Follow me, upon a Black Star Line
Off for the rest and for Brand Nubian
Now go to Africa again, watch dis!

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

It's the Black Star Line that's leavin' at nine
Here's a paid ticket so you can free your mind
Playgrounds is filled with visions of steel
Grab the black babies, it's time to build

See we got a mental ship somethin' like Noah's Ark
Spark your brain cell, now let's set sail
With no avail, we flowin' on a positive trip
All Nubians is welcome, male and female

I, wouldn't resort, to askin' for a passport
Love vibes rule so your black face is cool
Cool, but not frozen, a trip for the chosen few

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time
Goin' to Africa, one more time
Goin' to Africa, one more time

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time, true
Let me tell you bout Marcus Garvey
Born in Jamaica, God left him in country

He go to America to make black people free
He walk around low and just try make money
Him buy up some ship and just start for we
America or Africa and live irie

We have some man where wan gonna be
Young nasty and just licky licky
Some love Marcus Garvey, the place of peace
Or peace around it, and dem sparkle up him say

I just light up, make the first hungry
Writer no block it but just run follow me
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Brand Nubian, tell dem one more time

As we look to the stars, they take ours
Yeah, we got fly cars but you can live in four wheels?
We need new approaches, old style is null and void
Makes me paranoid, to think
That we own the whole ocean yet we can't even drink

You couldn't swim the nine thousand so we got you a means
Of transportation, for the Nubian nation
Marcus Garvey had the idea back in the days
Doin' for self, keepin' the wealth

I gotta add on and create
Though the devil thinks
It's not the latest fashion
Navigatin' lost, somethin' like a ship's captain

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Call me proud to be black, cause I'm not tryin' to fuck

When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot
When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot
Be gone, I want no dem I want no dem-dem dem-dem dem-dem
Never know they wickedness they haffa come to an end

Don't take a no fey word for de white boy dem
Awayaa, tell me, all you get in de end
Awayaa, tell me, all you get isa dem
Awayaa, tell me, all you get more den dey spend

C'mon, tell de world black man entertainer
Rock dem one and rock entertained
Tell the Red Foxx style dem a get
When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms

Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black

Brand Nubian wanna give NUFF
Respect to the one Marcus Garvey
NUFF respect to Red Foxx
Sting International in the house

Dave Kennedy on the boards
KnowhatI'msayin'? The one Rafael
Nuff respect to the God Sincere

Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin'?
Mark the Spark is in the house
And umm, this how we work out
For the ninety-two season

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Ya Mama - Lyrics - Pod

Title: Ya Mama
Artist: Pod
Composer(s): Noah Bernando, Mark Traa Daniels, Jason P Truby, Paul J Sandoval

Lyric:
What you know about that fallen, fallen?
Babylon this so called great dead
Wait, dread 'bout to update the death rate in one take
Make no mistake we the real dealer
The radical natural born wig splitter

Gonna getcha, with the styles
That make ya so hot and more drama
Though when droppin' the sure shot
I rock it steady, ready until the track is diminished
And when the car goes belly up, consider it finished

Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah

Close your eyes so you can see
Peace, love, and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah

We keep on movin' like don't stop, let it go
Soul to soul, returnin' the controls
Tag 'em up and label 'em John Doe

The raw flow, we built the new style empire
Blazin' my quire, like that 4th man on fire
This guns for hire, take devour the Nazarenes

Then come clean, they're crazy baldheads don'tcha mean
Wickedness fill the sky on the death blow
Draw the name across your chest
In case the dog catcher wants to know

Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah

Close your eyes so you can see
Peace, love, and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah

It's gotta be Jah, it's gotta be Jah

Jah, Jah, Jah, Jah

Sounds like it's Jah to me
Sounds like it's Jah to me
The sum of everything, yeah

Close your eyes so you can see
Peace, love, and harmony
Sounds like it's Jah to me, yeah

What could it be? Jah
What could it be? Jah
What could it be?

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Time After Time - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Time After Time
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Teddy Riley, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Time after time, find I question my life
How I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?
Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know

Time after time, find I question my life
Where I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?
Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know

Growing up in the hood as a hard knock
I never knew nothing too much about young
My only concern was making my money
And running these streets as a thug
Instead of the birds and bees, I always talk to murderers and the G's
That coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody
Temptation is keeping me steadily going under
And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder

'Cause I done caused so much hurt and pain
To some that ain't deserve a thang
If I could change that, it would all be rearranged
But what's done is done and I paid the price
And now I'm like, "Help me Lord", to better my life, my life
Just give me the chance to prove the world
That I can be the man that I am
And I plan, on keeping it really, really slow and steady

Time after time, find I question my life
How I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?
Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know

Time after time, find I question my life
Where I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?
Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know

So now I'm headed to the Chapel and I'm fin' to try marriage
It's goin' down yeah, yeah, yeah, but what do ya know?
Who woulda knew that would make situations worse
And my curse, nothing I've tried seems to work
And I drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray
And I wonder if I'll ever see a better day, I need a better day

I've seen much in my time and I think it was too much for my eyes
The wickedness pulling me closer to failure
Every time I think I'm rising, yeah
But you live and you learn and try to make better, gotta get control
Then follow the Lord and who knows where you'll go, for sho'
I can see how I've been sinnin'
I'm asking the Lord for a little bit of forgiving, 'giving

Time after time, find I question my life
How I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?
Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know

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