Glow Worm - Lyrics - Church

Title: Glow Worm
Artist: Church
Composer(s): Steven Kilbey, Tim Powles, Marty Willson-Piper, Peter Koppes

Lyric:
You're so easy to love, you're so easy to adore
You're easy to want, I always want more
The way that you talk, it puts me in a dream
Makes me feel like the cat who had the cream

You're so easy to love, you're easy to be with
I'm tellin' everybody that you must be a gift
From higher planes, as a broken soul below
I always wanna be livin' in your glow

You're so easy to love, you're so easy just to like
Don't change a thing 'cos everything's just right
You fly like a swan, you sing like a bird
I wanna tell you everything but I can't find the words

You're so easy to love, you're so lovely just to touch
So beautiful to see, I wanna see so much
Alone in your head, I wonder where you roam
It doesn't really matter if you always come home

You're so easy to love, so nice just to kiss
You're standin' in the light, I'm bathin' in the bliss
Beautiful as hell, wonderful as well
Don't you know I'm buyin' whatever you can sell?

You're so easy to love, so easy to be 'round
Asleep so sweet but with your tiny sleepin' [Incomprehensible]
I hold you in my arms, I see you in my mind
I need you every day, I need you every night

You're so easy to love, you're so easy to admire
You've got me by the heart if anyone inquires
You're soft and you're strong, you're cool and you're warm
Delicate, intricate, triumph over form

You're so easy to love, you're so crucial to my life
I want you to know that everything's alright
The way that you love, it's pure and it's strong
If you stay around, nothing can go wrong

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Ambience - Lyrics - Crashings - Falling Up

Title: Ambience
Album: Crashings
Artist: Falling Up
Composer(s): Thomas Charles Jr Cox, Jeremy David Miller, Jessy Calvin Ribordy, Joshua Mark Shroy

Lyric:
Legacy will never burn
Hard to breathe, I'll never learn
And it moves me towards
Where I want to leave
In the silence we all speak
Layin' down and sufferin'
And I move nothin'
And embrace what I don't need

So I stand, all alone
With your trance, on my own
Will I just sustain movin' on in vain
'Cause this glow, you and I
Have come to know, is a lie
And we must move on

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room, you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room, you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

Listen deep, you'll hear that sound
Whisperin', it's all around
Echoes graspin' in, echoes lastin' sin
Out of this, please open up
Move from this, it's taken us
And I need to change, and I need to say

So I stand, all alone
With your trance, on my own
Will I just sustain, movin' on in vain?
'Cause this glow, you and I
Have come to know, is a lie
And we must move on

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on

Tell me the things that I need to keep my heart
From breaking clean
Leave me with numbness and watch me lock
Myself in disbelief
Where does this movement come from
I'm holding on so desperately?
This love is so intricate I feel it taking

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

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This Ain'T A Scene It'S An Arms Race (Remix) - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy

Title: This Ain'T A Scene It'S An Arms Race (Remix)
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please, catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

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This Ain'T A Scene, It'S An Arms Race - Lyrics - Infinity On High - Fall Out Boy

Title: This Ain'T A Scene, It'S An Arms Race
Album: Infinity On High
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please, catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

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You'Re So Intricate - Lyrics - Underoath

Title: You'Re So Intricate
Artist: Underoath
Composer(s): Grant Brandell, Spencer Chamberlain, Chris Dudley, Aaron Gillespie, Timothy Mctague, James Smith

Lyric:
Like I said, "Leave your baggage at the back door
I'm leaving you the way I think it should be
We're always pulling into spaces that we can't back out of
Starting fights, we can't talk our way out of them"

How does it feel to be on the recieving end of this one?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Swell with us)
I don't care

I'll fantasize of being manic
And leaving us behind
In your eyes, you were the one that tried

Acceptance is what holds us here
And you, my dear, are the one I fear, tonight
We'll try just one more time

This is the moment that we all live for
Are you ready? Are you ready?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Run with us)
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I'll never care

I cant see past your waving hand
Just running away again
I can't see past your waving hand
Just running away again

You think so loud, it hurts my ears

I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up
I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up

I can't feel you, you're so far from me

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Carmen Queasy - Lyrics - Maxim

Title: Carmen Queasy
Artist: Maxim
Composer(s): Deborah Ann Dyer, Keith Andrew Palmer, Alan Price

Lyric:
My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
Too picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
By ignorance that truly feels it knows me best

You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

The intricate sincerity is choking me
It's scrambling and crawling all around my feet
In words that jump from line to line and cover me
My credible intelligence evading me

You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

Carmen Queasy, I don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be

I'm flinging our some riddims in a cultural scare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting all who analyze an empty heart
Just spitting out some old wet dreams and calling it art

You have the vision
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy, Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing money-making
Money-making is a wonderful thing

Money-making, money-taking
We don't have a choice
But we still have a voice

Antagonist, life is too short
Twist, deform and distort
Impregnate brains enter my seminar
Money-making, music making, failure

Got to take back what's mine
Got to take back
Keep choking and holding, provoking
My lifestyle you'll be smoking

So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
'Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

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The Body Rock - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Body Rock
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Chucky Thompson, Sean Puffy Combs, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
See when we get on shit
We like to make you shake your ass
Move your hips
So we gonna do a little something like this
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot, is it not?
Does it drop, cash like a slot?
Does it stay streeted go pop?
Checkin' out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop

Chartin' number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon'
All a brother know is make the hit get the dough
Makin' grandmas hit the floor, really though

It's my thang, my slang
Rich motherfuckers [Incomprehensible] chicks at the [Incomprehensible]
Bringin' my team to the joint
Wit Alan Iversan runnin' on point

Don't smoke a spliff on the joint
And when you see me they on point
Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures
Gettin' all up in they bitches leavin' they pussy in stitches, uh

Aiyyo, I'm on to the next level
I'm gettin' rich, friends said I switch
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil

Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
You never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam

I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo, I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash
VIP pass, save all the gas, I make it last

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if your hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
""Don't stop the body rock

Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes
And them two thousand dollar shoes
When I move to new Jerus, 'cause I like the cruise

And my six double O, blast weed, love the dough
I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me?
Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready
Juice heavy, back 'n' blue Chevy
See angealan they winnin', a nigga need the chedda

'Cause I'm more in a broad way with all A's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And every week I have to re-up, so what, so what

Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin' shit
The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda, padda and pidda over with the shit
U, u, u, u, oh, y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it

Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin' wit my niggaz just like you playin' Russian roulette
Ooh, me and my whole platoon coming soon
Nigga make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons

Hey there, yo, think you can manage all of my niggaz damage
Tryin' to alter our lavage liven niggaz turn savage, yo
Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo
Makin' sure all of you niggaz all stay home

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if you hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if you hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don't stop the body rock"

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Worldwide Syndicates - Lyrics - Maxim

Title: Worldwide Syndicates
Artist: Maxim
Composer(s): Tony Titanium, Keith Palmer

Lyric:
Yo, some international hits goin' on
Yo, digital satellite uplink
We ain't talkin' about no lifestyle, gold cufflinks
Whatever, yo, yo, yo

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so intricate

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
Syndicates, syndicates

Gaseous attack, I broadcast these facts
So the masses react
'Cos we're trapped in the worldwide worldwide deception
Stock markets crash, blast from the hash

Deep within the torture of prisoners of war
It's martial law, harsh to indoors
This New World Order try manslaughter
Time on every borderline as the blind follow the blind

2001 Space Odyssey collapsin' the economy
Grim reaper maximum prodigy
Ain't no hard drives, lookin' all pretty
We talk about smart cards, life in the city

It's shitty I concentrate, contemplate
How can I take the weight?
Wipe your tears for your son, mom
'Cos Vietnam was sorta like a high school prom

Prepared to take this destruction
Governments got in construction
Your life will be worth less than dust then
Actions to cover the earth with radiation, alert

The ozone layer is goin' to burst
Someone uses another and then they both perish
Death to the power of the sun, and they can't bear it
Hear it explained and clear, in your eardrum

New York to England, tight like a snare drum
Maxim, poetic and Diamond J
Help you find a way
Before mankind decays

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Inside these vertical villages where we murder and pillages
And watch our own earth diminish
Niggas' store owners become album killers
I love them soldiers, they got no limits

Trap ya soul in it, niggas who flow with it
Soul with it and busy start throwin' kisses
At young brothers in show business
Paint a picture so vivid you can feel it

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so intricate

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
Syndicates, syndicates

What's goin' on in
A confusin' time from all, everybody's got to agree
The complex state of affairs, peer pressure
Who's the aggressor, who's the spartacists?

Who can we trust, what future lies before us?
I must stress it's down to intellect
Over tiredness, over exertion, perversion
The strain, we put on the life game

Many men want to find the meanin'
To the colorful palette of everyday scenarios
Touch of a button, violate nature's laws
Big bad claws, neither mine, neither yours

We take this chaos, no respect
Do we have to wreck everythin'?
We have to take steps to protect all assets
Which rules our intellect we cannot forget

Too many wild cards in the pack, elusive characters
Politicians to barristers, lunatics, madmen
Shop owners, straight through to lecturers
The so called 'Good fellas'

Obscenity of hypocrisy, it's genuine
I plan to ruin, I make a profit out of everything
Ranging from snake skins to amphetamines
Precious stones, to bitumen

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so intricate

I know the link between wide world syndicates
We took the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between wide world syndicates
Syndicates, syndicates

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The Realest Niggas - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: The Realest Niggas
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Tony Mario Dofat, Umar Bin Hassan, Curtis Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy
But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out
'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it, I love

To all my Brooklyn
(Niggas)
To all my Uptown
(You niggas understand?)
To all my Bronx
(It's war, nigga)
To all my Queensbridge
(I'll blow you away)

Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots on the avenue
Take my loot and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' back out
That's a real nigga for ya

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale
Where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, pass the buddha

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and tell her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa

There's no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit, bitch

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

Here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You sick to your stomach

50 percent is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into some other shit
Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggity dock diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label fo' sho'

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon' kill yo' fuckin' label fa sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic, right?
Still watch what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 months

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The Ultimate - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Ultimate
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Blaizes Brown P Hendricks, Williams Workma

Lyric:
Transmitting live via satellite, hah
The one's and two's, to the three's
To the four's, to the five's, uhh

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin' lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm monie

Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks but catch wreck on sets
Deuce, deuce is loose P P P represent see
Def squad, boom squad and artifacts make three

Like Dennis Scott droppin' one for the wisdom
'Cause when I gets 'em, I'll be fuckin' up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice diss and never see another Christmas

You play risk when you dealin' with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid
The cat, darer with the terror off hands
Without bands we rock spots in all lands

Nigs be playin' and we stand for the substance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
'Cause all that Russian save that shit for the dressing
B S we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin'

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

Test me, the best be, checkin' for my recipes
Mess with me and I'll be drainin' all your fuckin' energy
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the bricks
I used to catch a switch from any walk by bitch

But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snot box
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue

The issue got a barcode on funk mode
So now I pack a truckload of skunk, for the underground chumps
'Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed 'em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan

Satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, 'cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp

Tame one the Jesus and the Judas
'Cause when I hit the Buddhas
My problem's manifest is deep rooted

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less

Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin' they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit

For all reasons, number one you're sleepin'
Speakin' like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin'
Seekin' on the deep end, sinkin' while I'm thinkin'
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin'

The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin' feats yo it don't matter
Capitalize, while I'm, categorized
The G L to the tame to the O N E

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate, ultimate

U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate
U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate

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The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix) - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix)
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Blaizes Brown P Hendricks, Williams Workma

Lyric:
Transmitting live via satellite, hah
The one's and two's, to the three's
To the four's, to the five's, uhh

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin' lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm monie

Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks but catch wreck on sets
Deuce, deuce is loose P P P represent see
Def squad, boom squad and artifacts make three

Like Dennis Scott droppin' one for the wisdom
'Cause when I gets 'em, I'll be fuckin' up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice diss and never see another Christmas

You play risk when you dealin' with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid
The cat, darer with the terror off hands
Without bands we rock spots in all lands

Nigs be playin' and we stand for the substance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
'Cause all that Russian save that shit for the dressing
B S we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin'

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

Test me, the best be, checkin' for my recipes
Mess with me and I'll be drainin' all your fuckin' energy
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the bricks
I used to catch a switch from any walk by bitch

But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snot box
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue

The issue got a barcode on funk mode
So now I pack a truckload of skunk, for the underground chumps
'Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed 'em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan

Satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, 'cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp

Tame one the Jesus and the Judas
'Cause when I hit the Buddhas
My problem's manifest is deep rooted

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less

Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin' they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit

For all reasons, number one you're sleepin'
Speakin' like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin'
Seekin' on the deep end, sinkin' while I'm thinkin'
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin'

The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin' feats yo it don't matter
Capitalize, while I'm, categorized
The G L to the tame to the O N E

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate, ultimate

U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate
U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate

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Z - The Prelude - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - The Prelude
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Mark James

Lyric:
You know, you've got this fantasy in your head about
Gettin' outta the life and settin' the corporate world on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin', you really ain't got the stomach for that

The game's fucked up
Nigga's beats is bangin', nigga, your hooks did it
Your lyrics did and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Bein' intricate'll get you wood
Critic on the Internet, they like, ?You should spit it?

I'm like, "You should buy it, nigga, that's good business"
Forget this rap shit, I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do struggle
As you see, I can't leave, so I do love you

But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was what these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run

And my real life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders, oh, they're visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova wasn't digital yet

Befo' Steve Jobs made the iPod
Was gettin' head jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon, I was reppin' with a tec

Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoe box full of cash, dealer man, hand me ki's
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer
Don't take Nancy Drew to see what it do? I'm a damn G

Just sent a million dollars through a handsfree
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick

Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov 'cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time

Guess who's back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never can

I used to think rappin' at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so special, got a 38 feel
The real is back

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Ra - Monotony - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - Monotony
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Afura Phillip

Lyric:
Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding
Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding

Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding
Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding

Smooth like Johnny Cochran, I keep it movin' through Brooklyn
Base against the hymn, brings the sweat to the skin
Reminisce of the days as a shorty
Had no stress, no bills, was comin' for me

I lived it up, yeah, money ain't a thing
Never thought twice on what my future bring
Role models, naw I thought nothing of it
Eyes fixed on skies and planes fly high above it

Summer's comin', September's middle school
Mom dukes mad strict, she'll never raise a fool
I'm comin' up, clean the dirty from the ghetto
So we can plant some seeds and watch them grow

Right, knowledge wisdom understanding rules, right
Everybody got to pay the dues, right
Knowledge, wisdom understanding rules
Everybody got to pay the dues

Tripped up by bad luck, 16 years and buck
I realized the world might end, not givin' up
Stickin' up, runnin' up, comin' up
Turn it up, I see signs of blowin' up

Study life in every facet of my trainin'
We need masters in biology, zoology
To overtake, Illuminati trick-nology
Transform, reciprocate your mental state

Now make a date to overtake your objective
Show that through light, that everything is connected
But not in categories, that's the devil's story
Symbols of cannibalism, ruin your vision

The thoughts formulate in your mind with no precision
So reenact, a rebirth, now you're the Phoenix
When shorties see it, now that's the time they believe it
Achieve it, your goals in life, don't be a casualty
Infinite and intricate, monument

Knowledge wisdom understanding

Right, knowledge wisdom understanding rules, right
Everybody got to pay the dues, right
Knowledge, wisdom understanding rules
Everybody got to pay the dues

Right, knowledge wisdom understanding, rules
Uprising, surprising

I know the next millennium seems like it's cursed
That's why I have to rehearse
Tune my physical, mental spits the lyrical
It's so essential, transcends thoughts I'm into

As we continue, touch rhyme styles I'm into
All grown up, junior high to 25
A made man, tight connection with my brothers
Bridgin' gaps, dodgin' traps with my raps

Signs you're followin', shed more light
Then a halogen, take a step back, now who you followin'?

Right, knowledge wisdom understanding rules, right
Everybody got to pay the dues, right
Knowledge, wisdom understanding rules
Everybody got to pay the dues

Right, knowledge wisdom understanding rules, right
Everybody got to pay the dues, right
Knowledge, wisdom understanding rules
Everybody got to pay the dues

Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding
Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding

Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding
Uprising surprising
Knowledge wisdom understanding

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