World War Iii - Lyrics - Bad Religion - Bad Religion

Title: World War Iii
Album: Bad Religion
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin, Brett Gurewitz, Greg Hetson

Lyric:
US government blew its plan
Too much money down the can
Look and listen to what the president says
"The first lady's a fuckin' lez"
They think they know it all
America, China's about to fall
Lethargic ism will overrule
US government's wading pool one day

World war III
World war III
World war III
World war III

Forget it came from president's door
I'll make us have another world war
It don't matter what the people think
We save our precious brink
Here I go, I'll push the bomb
It's headed straight for Guam
And rest will release soon
Into your living room one day

World war III
World war III
World war III
World war III

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World War 3 - Lyrics - Bad Religion

Title: World War 3
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin, Brett Gurewitz, Greg Hetson

Lyric:
US government blew its plan
Too much money down the can
Look and listen to what the president says
"The first lady's a fuckin' lez"
They think they know it all
America, China's about to fall
Lethargic ism will overrule
US government's wading pool one day

World war III
World war III
World war III
World war III

Forget it came from president's door
I'll make us have another world war
It don't matter what the people think
We save our precious brink
Here I go, I'll push the bomb
It's headed straight for Guam
And rest will release soon
Into your living room one day

World war III
World war III
World war III
World war III

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Talkin' World War Iii Blues - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Talkin' World War Iii Blues
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
One time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
Went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say

He said, "It was a bad dream"
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams
Were only in your head

I said, "Hold it Doc, a World War passed through my brain"
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, the boy's insane"
He grabbed my arm, I said, "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on us

Well, I got up and I walked around
Up and down the lonesome town
I stood on wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road, it was a normal day

Well, I rung me fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man"
Shotgun fired and away I ran
I don't blame them too much though, they didn't know me

Down the corner by the hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist

Well, I spied me a girl before she could leave
I said, "Let's go play Adam and Eve"
I took her by the hand and my heart was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or something"
You seen what happened last time they started

Well, I seen me a Cadillac window uptown
There was nobody around
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove down 42nd street in my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war

Well, I remember seein' some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad but I didn't pay the Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well, turned on my record player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin', "Tell your ma, tell your pa
Our loves are gonna grow ooh wah, ooh wah"

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep it will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour and I hung up

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin', "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt the only person left after the war was me
I didn't see you around"

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams
Everybody sees their self walkin' around with no one else
Half the people can be part right all of the time and

Some of the people can be all right part of the time but
All the people can't be all alright all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours", I said that

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Private John Q - Lyrics - Roger Miller

Title: Private John Q
Artist: Roger Miller
Composer(s): R Miller

Lyric:
Well, I read in the papers and I see it on the televison
Everybody's scared about the World War III
Here I am a single boy, unemployment and everything
Somebody better stop and worry about me

Well, can't you just see me now, chin up chest out
A hup two, three, four, all day through
Everybody seems to be worried about a somethin' other
Who's gonna worry about Private John Q, rumbumbaduba

Sometimes I get disheartened and try hard not to think about it
Heaven knows it's hard to keep from lettin' it get me down
But I'll stand proud when everybody else will be
Runnin' helter shelter for a shelter underground

Well, can't you just see me now, chin up chest out
A hup two, three, four, all day through
Everybody seems to be worried about a somethin' other
Who's gonna worry about Private John Q, rumbumbaduba

When I was a little boy I used to sit and dream of travelin'
To lotsa foreign countries on a sight seein' tours
The way it's lookin' now I can stop savin' money maybe
Go free sponsored by a Third World War

Well, can't you just see me now, chin up chest out
A hup two, three, four, all day through
Everybody seems to be worried about a somethin' other
Who's gonna worry about Private John Q, rumbumbaduba

Well, can't you just see me now, chin up chest out
A hup two, three, four, all day through
Everybody seems to be worried about a somethin' other
Who's gonna worry about Private John Q, rumbumbaduba

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Set The World Afire - Lyrics - So Far, So Good, So What - Megadeth

Title: Set The World Afire
Album: So Far, So Good, So What
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine

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Lyric:
Red flash clouds choking out the morning sky
They said it'd never come, we knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now, the humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye, the end has just begun

Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1999
Weeds once underneath your feet have grown into vines
Bodies melted like a candle, a land without a face
No time to change your fate, no time left, it's too late

The arsenal of Megadeth can't be rid they said
And if it comes, the living will envy the dead
Racing for power, and all come in last

No winning first stone cast
This falsehood worldly peace
It's treaties will soon cease

No one will be left to prove that humans existed
Maybe soon the children will be born open fisted
We all live on one planet it will all go up in smoke

Too bad they couldn't see
This lethal energy
And now the final scene
A global darkening

Dig deep, the piles of rubble and ruins
Towering overhead both far and wide
There's unknown tools of World War III
Einstein said, "We'll use rocks on the other side"

No survivors
Set the world afire

No survivors
Set the world afire

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Shrink The World - Lyrics - Paper Walls - Yellowcard

Title: Shrink The World
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Composer(s): William Key, Pete Mosely, Longineu Iii Parsons, Sean Wellman-Mackin, Ryan Mendez

Lyric:
If I could then I'd shrink the world tonight
So that I would find you and me inside

A life in love, a picture of a place I?m nowhere near
A bleeding heart, a good headstart to anywhere but here
Just let me out, please let me out before I turn into
A box of things reminding me how much I'm missing you
I am missing you

If I could then I?d shrink the world tonight
So that I would find you and me inside
Of the last good scene, a film that changes things
Breaks us, makes us sing, leaves us wondering

And through the wall, my fists you call but then you always run
So what's it for? The love and war, it's only fair for some
You saved the girl, you saved the world, well, that's not true it seems
A lesson learned, speak out of turn, I bite my tongue, it bleeds
Bite my tongue, it bleeds

If I could then I?d shrink the world tonight
So that I would find you and me inside
Of the last good scene, a film that changes things
Breaks us, makes us sing, leaves us wondering
Are you wondering?

If I could then I?d shrink the world tonight
So that I would find you and me inside
Of the last good scene, a film that changes things
Breaks us, makes us sing, leaves us wondering

If I could shrink the world tonight
If I could shrink the world tonight

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No Hiding Place - Lyrics - Stephen Stills

Title: No Hiding Place
Artist: Stephen Stills
Composer(s): Gladys Stacey, Louise Cirtain

Lyric:
There's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

Did you hear the sport
On the TV holding forth
About war, nukes and victory
He was dreaming of course
But he runs the Air Force
And he's talking about World War III

And there's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

Then of course we got the clowns
With the plan that they got down
Keep the world paralyzed in fear
Keep the peace, keep the strength
And the Rooskies on the brink
More and better, bigger faster missiles here

There's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

With no hand upon your fate
All the prophets do await
Either ending or ten thousand years
You can do just as you will
You can live or you can kill
There ain't no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

So before it is too late
Let there be no mistake
There ain't no hiding place down here
Only faith is not absurd
In the Master's chosen words
There is no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

Yes, there's no hiding place down here
There's no hiding place down here
I ran to the rocks to hide my face
The rocks said there's no hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

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Have You Seen Her My Friend - Lyrics - John Waite

Title: Have You Seen Her My Friend
Artist: John Waite
Composer(s): John Waite, Mark Spiro

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Lyric:
The day begins with CNN
And it looks like World War III
The forecast calls for freezing rain
It doesn't matter much to me
The Wheel of Fortune never turns, it's all insanity

Have you seen her my friend?
I've been up all night, I've been out all day
Though I try to pretend
That she's still in town and I'll be okay

Till I can hear her footsteps
Outside my door again
I'll wonder if she's lonely like me, oh, no, no
Have you seen her my friend?

The dreams I have are troubled dreams
I thought that I could change
The winter's come inside my head
And it's blowing through my brain
The road I'm on won't straighten out
So here I go again

Have you seen her my friend?
I've been up all night, I've been out all day
Though I try to pretend
That she's still in town and I'll be okay

Till I can hear her footsteps
Outside my door again
I'll wonder if she's lonely like me, oh, no, no
Have you seen her my friend?

But if she calls you, say hello
Don't tell her how things are
The sun may shine tomorrow
Tomorrow, baby, maybe tomorrow
I just don't know

Have you seen her my friend?
I've been up all night, I've been out all day
Though I try to pretend
That she's still in town and I'll be okay

Have you seen her my friend?
I've been up all night, out all day
Though I try to pretend
That she's still in town and I'll be okay

'Cause I can feel her, I can sense her
I can feel her everywhere
I can feel her, I can sense her

I can breathe her in the air
In my world, I can sense her
I believe and I still care

I can feel her and I know
She's in my world, she's everywhere
She's everywhere
I can feel her everywhere

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Welcome To Reality - Lyrics - Adolescents

Title: Welcome To Reality
Artist: Adolescents
Composer(s): Steve James Soto, Frank Thomasc Agnew, Anthony L Brandenburg

Lyric:
Blood so deep, the horse must hold his head up high
In the valley of decision third, the world will die
Beat your hoes and plows into axes and spears
As the armies meet in a battle they predict for years

Let the weak say, "I'm a warrior"
Bring down the warriors
Let the faithless regain faith
Your faith is hopeless

The prophets and the psychics and the military agree
Continual crisis leads us straight to World War III
Roll the red carpet, let the angel of death ride in
To the valley of decision let the mayhem begin

Let the weak say, "I'm a warrior"
To bring down your warriors
Let the faithless regain faith
Your faith is hopeless

Apocalyptic madness, two thirds of the world in sadness
The other third is gone but this sadness lingers on
Troubled cities and an aftermath of hate
No way to stop them 'cause now it's too late

The Antichrist's mission done
The dead are the only lucky ones
Are you ready to [Incomprehensible]
A decision, make a decision for the valley, you're too late

Welcome, welcome to reality
Welcome, welcome to reality
Welcome, welcome to reality
Make your decision 'cause you've got no choice

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Days Of Our Lives - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Days Of Our Lives
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Terry Lewis, Charles Scruggs, James Iii Harris, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Bone bone bone bone, wasteland soldier
These are the days of our lives
I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever and ever
Bone, gat 'em for eternal warfare

Only time will tell who dies
Only time will tell who dies
These are the days of our lives
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives

See the murder mo the lies
These are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Eternally thugs but now I come tellin' them soldia stories
Me daily collectin' my lesson without a good question
Without any question, stressin' no restin' me jammin' this blessin'

Shouldn't be angry rangin' 'cause once this world
Was bringi'n me down mesmerized controlled
By the otha side not knowin' who was in my town lookin' for me

But he won't get me in time fuck with
Bone in tha glock and these rhymes we rhyme
Betta believe it's all tha time nigga we ride
We straight up soldiaz ready and I told ya
We walk before we go roll and nigga we ride all of y'all

Y'all my dogs if you call if you fall you can bet on that
Nigga that I will be there lean on me but let us get rid of tha enemy
Strictly for singin' that wild wild if you think you can hang

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Thuggin' in the studio y'all know we roll hydro every time
We rhyme I'm high look at me deeply in my eyes I rise
Stay on top of the game, nowhere did I had to run
No way did I had to turn sherm but a lot of these niggas won't learn
With the money that I earn won't burn so come again

Betta watch that mac-ten nigga this one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin' I told ya keep bringin' mo' platinum, they know us
Pap pap put it all in tha ground yeah, Bone, yeah, we used to get down
With tha clack back put it on the ground, now get down

Now it must be cops stroll when I roll in a hindo indo standin'
All out of my window singin' Little Eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold
But he doesn't got stress for the peeps the streets and none of these
Ponies homies call me screw 'em, puffed up tha weed and smoke

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

And it ain't no mystery the fist of weed and I betta put it inna
Me sneakers little ripsta scripture sistah
When you see me I don't want that weeders say they in
Baby, don't we have to give up one for my friends

Twinny twin, twin not once did I give up defeat so
So who wanna bag who wanna bag you wanna bag
You wanna bag you gotta bag, so send him off the docks
'Til my niggas off him across the road, only my Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it to get tha of our lives

My Lordy Lord, maintain, it's hard 'cause I'm a soldia at war
'Cause everybody wanna try to pick out tha devil in me
But tha evil that's betta than me
He keeps me at ease take notes 'cause here we come

That murda mo coming to carry you oh you oh
They comin' to see me pullin' me gauge out
And put it up to ya temple and we'll blow your brain out
Ony bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Only time will tell who dies
Come look deeply in my eyes
See the murda mo the lies
These are the days of our lives

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Soon As I Get Home - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Soon As I Get Home
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Michael Marshall, Alex Landy Hill, Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Marcus Arnett Thompson, Yafeu A Fula

Lyric:
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home

Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail

I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated

Bustas is shady
So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it

Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning, baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home

Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home

Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sex

Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number

You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the air

Prepare for the riot, it's padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
It's on soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of C-Low
Take and pick like they keep a C-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown

The whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic

Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'

That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do

Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe

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Beat Crazy - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Beat Crazy
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): David Ian Jackson

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Lyric:
Kids today, they're all the same
All call themselves some crazy names
All those drugs, they can't be sane
All that noise, affects their brains

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy, Beat Crazy

They say the world is in a mess
But they can talk, the way they dress
Can't get no jobs, can't get no careers
With safety pins stuck through their ears

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy, Beat Crazy

And if the Russians ever come
They'll all be beating Bongo drums
So who'll defend in World War III
Where could we turn, where would they be

And it's such a crime
How they waste their time
They can't get nowhere
They've all gone Beat Crazy, Beat Crazy

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Roll With 'Em - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: Roll With 'Em
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's 'bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope

Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil Reggie be bustin' heads
K.C., he be bustin' heads
Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads

Bodies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix
5 hot soys runnin', bringin' G's to they clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, 'cause I'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose

Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own

Now we grown, and we learned responsibility
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin'

Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions

And all these luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position

That's inescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

Don't love ya, don't need ya
So why the fuck would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
'Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'

Rap site tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything I make, and everything I drive

Everything I scratch and everything I ride
Touch it, live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate

Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, thugs in E's
Every time you breathe you recievin' a part of me

Look, my lyrics be combustible like gases
When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'

Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit'

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

I'm gettin' tired, of this bullshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride, ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie

Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga

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The Velourium Camper Iii: Al The Killer - Lyrics - Coheed And Cambria

Title: The Velourium Camper Iii: Al The Killer
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
At birth, given scars along tender heart liberties
In justice for awkward living situated casualties
They lay dead along your floor

Careful not to wake them, they're sleeping
In the morrows, good morning
The dying will discard the wish to live

When I kill her, I'll have her
(Dance upon the grave of the dead upon your name)
And die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

You'll get nothing for something
Arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung
The night of your children's day
Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up

Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds, they make their way
Surprise speed and malice
The opposing break the surface hold ready

When I kill her, I'll have her
(Dance upon the grave of the dead upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

Will the killing veil love, should the heroes play dumb, dumb?
But killing's no fun when the heroes are none, none
[Incomprehensible]

Bye bye world, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
And die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

And bye bye world, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
And die white girls, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)
Upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave

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Paradise Knife And Gun Club - Lyrics - Lonestar - Lonestar

Title: Paradise Knife And Gun Club
Album: Lonestar
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Chris Rains

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Lyric:
Joe Bob was rough as a cob
And prone to blow his stack
Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene
Sneaking behind Joe's back

Sneaking around with Joe's girl, June
She liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on Saturday night
It was easy to understand, why

They called it Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Now the owner of the place was a man named Jack
And he wouldn't take talking back
He was married to a woman named May
She took up the slack

He knocked you out and she'd drag you out
And leave you in the parking lot
And when you wake up in the morning with a busted head
You're just happy that was all you got

On Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Well, the night Joe Bob found out
That Kenny Dean was sneaking around with June
He caught Bobby Lee and the band
In the middle of an old Hank Williams tune

Bobby Lee cried out your cheatin' heart
And that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started
Everybody took part and that whole damn building shook

Until the sheriff came out and he stopped the bout
Hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears
He turned a whiter shade of pale

He said, good God ya'll
What's happened here, somebody start a World War III
Well, Kenny Dean just grinned the best he could
Said, your Honor, it seems to me

Like it was just another Saturday night
At the Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Yeah, on Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
And there's drinking and dancing
To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks

It was Saturday night at
The Paradise Knife and Gun Club
If you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

Lord, if you was looking for some trouble
You could find it, I guarantee

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Welcome 2 The Nolia - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Welcome 2 The Nolia
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
It's World War III where I'ma be with two stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables
'Cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos

I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz
That ain't never been fucked over

I'm 'bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something

Get my peeps laid 'cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red band

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin' blocks realla, they be 'bout ridin'
You get chopped realla, at any timin'
'Cuz in that nolia, they play tha game raw

No more beats closin' shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas and wig spltitas where I'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum

Playinin' it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin' Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin' nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice

Get killed if the price on yo face
Me and Juve burn with case, from the scene with fled
Take hits like black and moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
Two time, I'm comin' through, one time you gettin' ya wig split

When I release, aimin' straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera' In tha rover, choppin' ya down
Put your sets up nigga, represent that uptown

Fuckin' wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know I'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin' wit thugs

Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud
(Reeboks)
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

We release wit ammunition, we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site

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Democracy - Lyrics - Adolescents

Title: Democracy
Artist: Adolescents
Composer(s): Steve Soto

Lyric:
Is this what you call democracy?
They're killing us, and you're killing me
Now I know better, now I can see
That I don't wanna be in democracy
Now is the time for us to strike
Do we know what we're doing, have we set things right?

They're leading us into World War III
And this what you call democracy
It's a cry for no government, a cry to be free
And I don't see freedom in democracy

Democrat, Republican, or Libertarian
Do you really care what party you're in?
Did you really think you could make it big
Living among these nuclear pigs
If you didn't know you'll never see
We're too far gone for democracy

Look whats it's done to you and me
Democracy is not for me
Democracy is not for me
Democracy is not for me, it's not for me

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Rumble In Brighton - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Rumble In Brighton
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): James Mcdonnell, Leon Drucker, Brian Setzer

Lyric:
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high
Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys
Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans
Lookin' real tough and mighty mean

There's a rumble in Brighton tonight
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight

They sew fishhooks under their collars
They got razors in their shoes
I said, "Go cat go", their battle cry
World War III is startin' to brew

Now the skinheads all use blackjacks
And they're lookin' mighty mean
They got chains wrapped around their fingers
And their heads are all shaved clean

There's a rumble in Brighton tonight
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight

Well, there ain't a man left standin'
So let's all go get a beer
No team is a winner
So we'll see you all next year

There's a rumble in Brighton tonight
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight

Rumble in Brighton tonight
Rumble on the beach tonight
Rumble in Brighton tonight
Rumble on the beach tonight

There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do
Line right up for a sideline view
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight

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Days Of Our Livez - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Days Of Our Livez
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Terry Lewis, Charles Scruggs, James Iii Harris, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Bone, Bone, Bone
Wasteland soldiers
These are the days of our lives
(Of our lives, of our lives)
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever

Come and look deeply in my eyes
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever, and ever
Bone, Bone, Bone
We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare

Only time will tell who dies
These are the days of our lives
(Only time will tell)
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives

See the murder mold our lives
(See the murder mold)
These are the days of our lives
(These are the days of our lives)
These are the days of our lives
Now come into my world

And you can see that we are more than thugs
We're more than thugs, we're more than thugs, we're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors
We're warriors, we're warriors, we're warriors

Eternal your thugs
Here I come, tellin' 'em soldier stories
Been daily collectin' my lesson
Went out on a quest and without any question
Stressin', no restin', we journey

This blessin' shiftin' the game, rearrangin' thangs
'Cause most the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side
And the devil was in my town, looking for me

But he won't get me in time, fuckin' with Bone
And he's likin' these rhymes
We rhyme, better believe, it's all the time, nigga
We 'live

We straight up soldiers
(Soldiers)
Better hear what I told ya
(Told ya)
We rob before we go broke, man
We robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all

Y'all my dogs
If ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever
And I will be there
Lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin' me sayin'
"Now why, oh, why?", but if you think you can hang, then

Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs
We're more than thugs, we're more than thugs, we're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors
We're warriors, we're warriors, we're warriors

Thuggin' in the studio, y'all know we roll hydro
Every time we rhyme, I'm high
Look at me deeply in my eyes
I rise to the top of the game

Nowhere did I have to run, now way did I have to turn
Sherm, but a lot of niggas won't learn
But the money that I earn
Won't burn, so come again

Better watch that MAC-10, nigga
This one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin'
I told ya

Keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones
Pap, pap, put it all on the ground, yeah Bone, yeah
We used to get down with a clack back
(Get down)
Put on the ground, now get down

Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when I roll
But they ain't gon' get in, though
I'm sittin' alone in my window
Little Eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold
(It's so cold)

Lil' Bizzy got stress from the peeps the streets
And none of these police holice know me
Still wanna him cuffed up, bitch
No peace, no peace

Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs
We're more than thugs, we're more than thugs, we're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors
We're warriors, we're warriors, we're warriors

And it ain't no mystery that Biz still be yellin'
Bailin', pullin' into me city
Study Ripsta's scripture, sista, receive me, I'm off
Hey, weeders 'til the end, maybe double me up and get one for my friend
(End)

Twenty-twin, twin, we're biddin' on bud
(On bud)
Start the bid at a fin
So, who wanna bag? Who wanna bag? You wanna bag?
You gotta bag, sold

Send him outta the door to liquor store for the blunts to roll
Only my Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces
And put it together of our lives

My Lordy Lord maintain
It's hard 'cause I'm a soldier at war
'Cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me
But they're evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease

Take notes, oh no, 'cause here it comes
That murder mo comin' to carry you, oh, you, oh
We're lovin' this shit, when they pullin' the gauge out
(Murder)
Hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow your brains out, die

Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs
We're more than thugs, we're more than thugs, we're more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors
We're warriors, we're warriors, we're warriors

Only time will tell who dies
Come look deeply in my eyes
See the murder mold our lives
These are the days of our lives

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Z - Moment Of Clarity - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Moment Of Clarity
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Steven L King, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales
With that in the egg shell standin' at the tabernacle
Rather the church pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just like my face

So pop I forgive you for all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault, homie you got caught
And to the same game I fault that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other, save a place in Heaven
Till the next time we meet forever

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin'
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell, "Holla"
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyricly Talib Kweli
Truthfully, I wanna rhyme like common sense
But I did five mil, I ain't been rhymin' like common since

When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin' since your inception, fuck perception
Go with what makes sense since I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back to me that's the win, win
So the next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin' just like them, the rims that is

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

My homie Sigel's on a tier where no tears should fall
'Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin' for the platinum you all record, I recall
'Cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago, prepared to flow, prepare for war

I shall fear no man, you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear, no
Yo, my balls and my word is all's I have
What you gonna do to me, nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me, homie, I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me, thank god for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga holla back

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

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