Woman In The Wall - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Woman In The Wall
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night
He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before

Well, he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober
And he didn't think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh began to stink

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall

She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in every week
Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone
He pretended that he thought he heard her speak

At last it seemed that he was really winning
And he felt that he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent a-spinning
When the rotting wall began to drip

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from Hoover bags

Especially for the woman in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall

In the wall, in the wall

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Have U Ever - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Have U Ever
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Jahmeil Williford

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Lyric:
Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

As I zoom with the Z down the Avenue
Who it be, me less the crew
Why you talkin' that whoopied doo whoo
I'm makin' moves that's smoother than the cream
Or the sweat from a wet dream drippin' wit Vaseline

My Mabeline left a ring on the scene
I got mad peeps down with the tag team
Listen you couldn't front it you want to trying to escape now
I'm the one that you're running to

Looking at my tag it's about that time
For you to get yours, for me to get mine
I got our shit poppin' wheelies like a Ninja
The inner of my center keeps you warm in the winter

My placenta is on high overload
My complete context can get so complex
I might explode on the scene like a nuclear bomb
While the children scream, I'll yellin' ring the alarm

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

This is going out to all the ruffnecks
And hood rats, Jermaine hit me off with the track
Yo, Brat if you're wit' me holla, let me know
Where you're at, I be the stage wrecker, rhyme

Manifessa, feel the pressure, coming
Straight off Elektra, the shit that be
Kicking is off the wall crazy
You can't see, what I can see 'cause you're blind baby

Born a slave die a slave
Representing from the cradle to the grave
'Cause we living in the last day, coming through
Your TV in 3-D, it's the Lyte representing for the female species
Letting 'em know that they can't even

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

What do we have here, an impostor
Perpetrator, fake player trying to get on the roster
I keep trying to warn 'em and drop it all on 'em
Rap my collapse, when they attack

And drop the bomb on 'em, blown to dust
Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust
'Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it
Speak it like I see it, it's the spirit

I ain't go to see it to believe it
I take the form of the rain in a storm
As I get warm, like the rays of the sun
Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to be reborn

Let me be the first to welcome you
To the terror dome, the unknown zone
A million miles away from home, the clock is ticking
Time is up, before the world destructs or the universe erupt
I'ma be the one to lights this motherfucker up

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte

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Written In The Heart - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Written In The Heart
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, Martin Rotsey, James Moginie

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Lyric:
The God forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar
The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar
They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war
Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall
Are written in the heart

A woman bows to mecca and she struggles to her feet
It's better since the president took shooting off the street
She pictures all the poverty the cursed holy war
Pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall
Are written in the heart

The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire
The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire
With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the earth
The words that used to be scrawled on the wall
Are written in the heart

The words that used to be scrawled on the wall
Are written in the heart
The words that used to be scrawled on the wall
Are written in the heart

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Just Another Woman In Love - Lyrics - The Best...So Far - Anne Murray

Title: Just Another Woman In Love
Album: The Best...So Far
Artist: Anne Murray
Composer(s): Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette

Lyric:
I'm strong, I'm sure, I'm in control, a lady with a plan
Believing that life is a neat little package I hold in my hand
I've got it together, they call me
"The girl who knows just what to say and do"
Still I fumble and fall, run into the wall 'cause when it comes to you

I'm just another woman in love, a kid out of school
A fire out of control, just another fool
You touch me and I'm weak, I'm a feather in the wind
And I can't wait to feel you touching me again
With you I'm just another woman, just another woman in love

So pardon me if I should stare and tremble like a child
That wanting me look all over your face is driving me wild
I'm just what you make me, can't wait 'till you take me
And set all my feelin's free
I know that you can so come be my man, tonight I wanna be

Just another woman in love, a kid out of school
A fire out of control, just another fool
You touch me and I'm weak, I'm a feather in the wind
And I can't wait to feel you touching me again
With you I'm just another woman, just another woman in love

Just another woman in love, a kid out of school
A fire out of control, just another fool
You touch me and I'm weak, I'm a feather in the wind
And I can't wait to feel you touching me again
With you I'm just another woman, just another woman in love

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A Song For Assata - Lyrics - Common

Title: A Song For Assata
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Burton, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser

Lyric:
In the Spirit of God
In the Spirit of the Ancestors
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur
We make this movement towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah. yo, check it-

There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
To life. She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
'Who shot the trooper?' they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her that's where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes
Your Power and Pride is beautiful
May God bless your Soul

It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
A cell, one cot, no window, facing hell
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people-

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes
Your Power and Pride is beautiful
May God bless your Soul

Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would bring
News that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the action in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
But she's free with political asylum in Cuba

I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah
We're molded from the same mud, Assata
We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful
May God bless your Soul
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful
May God bless your Soul
Oooh

Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
Than about what it is, cause I've never been free
I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is
Uhh, the way I see it, freedom is-- is the right to grow, is the right to
Blossom
Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are
To be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do

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Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin' it home today

So many different attitudes, that I come across
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat

Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why

Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin' shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all
The eye of the pig

I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say
That I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all

Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang bangin'
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin'
These days you can't tell who's who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?

Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy
For takin' a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy

That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch

My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin' divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked

No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin'
Into darkness, I'm comin' to grips and feelin' heartless

Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out"
And raise your hands out the window and get em in high position

Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin' head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off the scraps

Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin' rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fuckin' floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck
So take a pause you find it funny?
Get that smile off your face motherfucker take this

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What I Represent (Ugk) - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: What I Represent (Ugk)
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three time fellas that be facing some time

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags

Well, I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses and the cars and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others

I wasn't born with a silver spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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Caribbean Wind - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Caribbean Wind
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy

Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which
From one to another she could to easily switch
We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach
Could I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said, "we got a mutual friend over by the door
And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
There were payments due and he was a little behind

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "nearer my God to thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring
She said, "i know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

Atlantic city by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls

Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on
I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin
I saw a house in the country being torn from within
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

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Woman In Love - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Woman In Love
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Edvaldo Sales Bola, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
I kiss the morning goodbye
But down inside, you know we never know why

The road is narrow and long
When eyes meet eyes and the feeling is strong
I turn away from the wall
I stumble and fall, but I give you it all

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again
What do I do?

With you eternally mine
In love there is no measure of time
We planned it all at the start
That you and I live in each other's heart

We may be oceans away
You feel my love, I hear what you say
No truth is ever a lie
I stumble and fall, but I give you it all

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again
What do I do?

Ohh, I am a woman in love and I'm talking to you
I know how you feel, what a woman can do
It's a right, I defend, over and over again

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again

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A Woman In Love - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: A Woman In Love
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Edvaldo Sales Bola, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
I kiss the morning goodbye
But down inside, you know we never know why

The road is narrow and long
When eyes meet eyes and the feeling is strong
I turn away from the wall
I stumble and fall, but I give you it all

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again
What do I do?

With you eternally mine
In love there is no measure of time
We planned it all at the start
That you and I live in each other's heart

We may be oceans away
You feel my love, I hear what you say
No truth is ever a lie
I stumble and fall, but I give you it all

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again
What do I do?

Ohh, I am a woman in love and I'm talking to you
I know how you feel, what a woman can do
It's a right, I defend, over and over again

I am a woman in love
And I'd do anything to get you into my world and hold you within
It's a right, I defend, over and over again

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Nothin' In The World - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: Nothin' In The World
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): Aaron Tippin, Terry Brown

Lyric:
Well, I've moaned the blues since she slammed that door
I drank and cried and I walked the floor
And her memory's backed me against the wall
So tonight I'm gonna end it all

You can say goodbye to this lonely guy
Nothin' in the world can save me but a girl

Help me, help me, I'm about to die
There's a lovesick man on the prowl tonight
Don't call the doctor, don't call the law
When a good lovin' woman can fix it all

I gotta have another she to rescue me
Oh, nothing in the world can save me but a girl

Well, I know y'all think that I've gone mad
I'm out huntin' me one like I just had
It's like grabbin' a hold of a high line wire
Or jumpin' out of the pan straight into the fire

Oh, but only a man can understand
Nothin' in the world can save me but a girl

Help me, help me, I'm about to die
There's a lovesick man on the prowl tonight
Don't call the doctor, don't call the law
When a good lovin' woman can fix it all

I gotta have another she to rescue me
Oh, nothing in the world can save me but a girl

Help me, help me, I'm about to die
There's a lovesick man on the prowl tonight
Don't call the doctor, don't call the law
When a good lovin' woman can fix it all

I gotta have another she to rescue me
Nothing in the world can save me but a girl

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Boogie Woogie Wu - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Boogie Woogie Wu
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night
The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice
Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
The darkness from which it came

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu

Boys and girls, it's nighty night time
Happy J, the clown has a nursery rhyme
It's about, the Boogie Woogie man
Keep your light on as long as you can
'Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head
Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed
With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom
Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got 'em

It's the one and only Boogie man
He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides
If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed
You're running on stumps motherfucker

Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in
Things go bump in the night, me creeping
Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe
If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor
Fuck it, you're dead anyway
And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway
In the morning, when your daddy walks out
Ah! His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie man

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Does the Boogie man really exist?
Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? Yes
You fall asleep and you wake up dead
With a broken broom sticking out your forehead
I sing lullabies till you dose off
Tie you down and chew your fuckin' toes off
And then spit em out back in your face
Splat! Fuck, wash your feet bitch

The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you
Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights
What the occasion for the midnight hour
He will gladly come and fuck that shit up

I don't beat woman, fuck that, I'm about it
But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it
I bet you didn't know the Boogie man was a clown
But when you see the juggla, your holding your jugular
With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop
You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop
And the cops do the best they can
They pull the axe out your face and say
Was it the Boogie man?

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Please, don't let me fall asleep
'Cuz the boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stab me with a broken broom
Please, don't let me fall sleep
'Cuz the Boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stah! Boogie Woogie Woogie!

It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie man
Go ahead, pull the covers over your head
Hide under them, he don't give a fuck
It'll just make it that much more easier
For him to suffocate your face

There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do
What? You think I'm a tell you
Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?
Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot
Now I stretch your neck out and play in like a Banjo
Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo?
Then I stretch it out more and fling your head through the wall
It's the Boogie man y'all

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

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In The Heat Of The Night - Lyrics - Ray Charles

Title: In The Heat Of The Night
Artist: Ray Charles
Composer(s): Q Jones, A Bergman, M Bergman

Lyric:
In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
Creeping cross my brow, yeah

In the heat of the night
I'm a feelin' motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes stare from the sky
All mean and bright
(In the heat of the night)

Ain't a woman here before
Knows how to make the morning come
It's so hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul, oh, for just a little light
(In the heat of the night)

In the heat of the night
I've got trouble wall to wall, oh yes I have
An' I repeat, oh, I repeat in the night
Must be an ending to us all

Oh Lord, it won't be long
Just you be strong
And it'll be all right
(In the heat of the night)

In the heat of the night

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I Want A Woman - Lyrics - Ratt

Title: I Want A Woman
Artist: Ratt
Composer(s): Stephen Pearcy, Juan Croucier, Beau Hill, Robbin Crosby

Lyric:
C'mon baby
C'mon baby, yeah

Don't wanna talk about it
And I don't wanna hear what's for sale
Just move on, baby
Time has got you by the tail, your tail

You don't know what you got till it's already gone
And now this gone as you can get
I try to reason with you but there's no reason at all
While I'm banging my head up against a brick wall

I want a woman, not some little girl
Who had to grow up in daddy's big world
I want a woman, who can really love me, yeah
Dead ringer of a woman

You think I'm like a truck
Even I ain't gonna walk on glass, well, no chance
I try to love you, baby
But sometimes you're just a pain in the ass

The problem with you is that I can't get through
And all this proof is I can get
I take you up north and then you wanna go south
You're just leaving another bad taste in my mouth

I want a woman, not some little girl
Who had to grow up in daddy's big world
I want a woman, who knows how to love me, yeah
Baby, that's what I want

I want a woman, not the teacher's pet
Who tried to grow up, but hasn't made it quite yet
I want a woman, who makes me feel like nobody can
I want those legs

Groovy lips
(I want a woman)
With high heels, shake those hips
(I want a woman)

Red dress, what a scene
(I want a woman)
C'mon baby, you'll be my wildest dreams, yeah
(I want a woman)

I'm thinkin' now down the week so much
Think the chances that, that woman's touch

I want a woman, not some little girl
Who had to grow up in daddy's big world
I want a woman, who knows how to love me, yeah
Baby, that's what I want

I want a woman, not the teacher's pet
Who tried to grow up, but hasn't made it quite yet
I want a woman, who makes me feel like nobody can
I want those legs

Red dress
(I want a woman)
Groovy lips, shake those hips
(I want a woman)

With high heels, c'mon baby
(I want a woman)
What a scene, you'll be my wildest dreams, yeah
(I want a woman)

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Summer Days - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Summer Days
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still somethin' going on

I got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud
I got a house on the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud
I got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood

Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Well I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposin' a toast to the king

And I'm driving in the flats in a Cadillac car
The girls all say, "You're a worn out star"
My pockets are loaded, and I'm spending every dime
How can you say you love someone else, you know it's me all the time

Well the fogs so thick you can't spy the land
The fogs so thick that you can't even spy the land
What good are you anyway?
If you can't stand up to some old businessman

Weddin' bells are ringin' and the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the weddin' bells are ringin' and the choirs beginning to sing
What look good in the day, at night is another thing

She's looking into my eyes, and shes a-holding my hand
She looks into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She say, "you cant repeat the past,"
I say "You can't? What do you mean you can't? Of course you can"

Where do you come from, where do you go?
Sorry, that is nothing you would need to know
Well, my back's been to the wall so long it seems like it's stuck
Why don't you break my heart one more time, just for good luck?

I got eight carburetors and, boys, I'm usin' 'em all
Well, I got eight carburetors and, boys, I'm usin' 'em all
I'm short on gas, my motors startin' to stall

My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin' pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down

If you got something to say, speak or hold your peace
Well, if you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If it's information you want, you can get it from the police

Politicians got on his joggin' shoes
He must be runnin' for office, got no time to lose
Suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity
You've been rollin' your eyes, you've been teasin' me

Standin' by Gods river my souls beginning to shake
Standin' by Gods river my souls beginning to shake
I'm countin' on you, love, to gimme a break

Well, I'm leaving in the morning, as soon as the dark clouds lift
Yes, I'm leaving in the morning, just as soon as the dark clouds lift
I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the place as a partin' gift

Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still something goin' on

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She Never Cried - Lyrics - Confederate Railroad

Title: She Never Cried
Artist: Confederate Railroad
Composer(s): Danny Bear Mayo, Diana Rae, Freddy Weller

Lyric:
She never cried when old Yeller died
She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
She never stood up for the star spangled banner
And she wasn't a John Wayne fan

Her baby blue eyes had the warning signs
That woman was bad to the bone
She never cried when old Yeller died
So do you think I'll cry when she's gone

So desperate, I answered an ad in the personals
Hoping to find me a date
A good lookin' non smokin' full figured Leo
Was looking to find her a mate

We hit it off, we got it on
My love was growing so strong
Then I started seeing a side of that woman
I should have seen all along

She never cried when old Yeller died
She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
She never stood up for the star spangled banner
And she wasn't a John Wayne fan

Her baby blue eyes had the warning signs
That woman was bad to the bone
She never cried when old Yeller died
So do you think I'll cry when she's gone

I can't believe I just didn't see
The writing there on the wall
Listening to those Barry Mannilow records
Was just one of her character flaws

Sometimes she was rude, unnaturally crude
But this good old boy let it pass
But when she cussed in front of my mom
I told she could kiss my

She never cried when old Yeller died
She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
She never stood up for the star spangled banner
And she wasn't a John Wayne fan

Her baby blue eyes had the warning signs
That woman was bad to the bone
She never cried when old Yeller died
So do you think I'll cry when she's gone

She never cried when old Yeller died
And I ain't gonna cry when she's gone

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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Heartbeat Props - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Heartbeat Props
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Erick Sermon, Dewayne S Mcknight, Marshall Jones, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Parrish Smith, Leroy Bonner, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Shider Walter Morrison, Peter Bishop, Gregory Webster, Ramon Gooden, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

Lyric:
People get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
Everybody get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

We're gonna make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(We're giving heartbeat props)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving heartbeat props)

Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that the proper respect is what we're giving

Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee

A bass freak would say oohwee
Peace to DU 'cause I like the way you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner

But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels

I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man's got to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play?

'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you
The brother X tried but he died trying to get through
So why wait until the heartbeat stops?
Yo, go on and give my man his props

If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call

To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time

All the lagging and the dragging
Yo, I got something to do that day
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting
We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping

You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
Don't you hype on the mic ,yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube

'Cause they'll tell the record straight
Yo, my man's a prophet too, yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know it's just a human being thing
We're pulling out all stops 'cause it's time give heartbeat props

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know, don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox
An honor roll student in the school of hard knocks
There was different type of brother that I used to look up to
But I'm still giving props where the props are due

But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about
I wanted to give a fuck you out
To the nigga who went out on a whim
He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton

But I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg Slim
And the chick the honky's ran to see
She was the honky-tonk's fantasy
Tina Turner, the living legacy
And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see
Another chick they used to beg to see

Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked
They loved the way she shook her money-maker
But why did it take them so many decades
To give a little praise to who they ran rave to see

With a dark complexion
She was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe
But her heart stopped before
They gave props to the old pro

It took a great man to mold those
So I want to give props to my pops because he told those
But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos
Be a cold bro and throw low blows

When you want to close the shows of your foes
'Cause foes are those that you got to break like windows
Check it, when respect goes it's time to break a nose
But give respect before the soul goes

Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get ya
So I'm giving them gifts before they're stiff like the pose
In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
You be thumbing in 'em, props to Beverly Johnson
She was the first black woman in 'em

Pee, drop the bomb and end the pressure with the menace
Smith & Wesson clear the lesson that your mama gave
Mama gave PeeWee the same threats, she used drastic measures
Told me to give her the full respect or get my ass kicked
It was my intention to relent just till the last kick
When she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket

When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'Cause he was the champ, as the champion he was my idol
Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt again

Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me
'Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't under man to Uncle Tommy
Props to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big bomb
Blast out, before we're all assed-out
We need to see that we got to start giving the props to the living

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Uh, I said proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
Uh, I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

We're giving heartbeat props
Why wait until the heartbeat stops?
We're giving heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg
Dick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder
Poor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel Washington
Sister Sarah Sahad Ali, Public Enemy, Stokley Carmichael

Sister Oprah Winfrey, yeah, Jesse Jackson, nuff respect, Paris
Gangstarr, Gil Scott Heron, George the fuck Clinton, Louis Farrakhan
Sister Queen Latifah, Bill Cosby, sister Angela Davis
The entire Nation of Islam, nucka, know what I'm saying?

Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect

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