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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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Krazy 2pac
[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
(Tell 'em bout it)
[2Pac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong
They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump this but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded
Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin
Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
(One, two, three, four)
[2Pac]
I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill
Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..
My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..
Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid."
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Bad Ass]
God help me out here, cause I'm posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head
Damn, it's like a mother****in plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed
Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) Cause they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind..
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time..
thanks
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:17
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ALl YOu Wanted by Michelle Branch
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
I didn't know that it was so cold And
you needed someone
to show you the way
So I took your hand and we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
was somebody who cares
I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
was somebody who cares
All you wanted was somebody who cares
If you need me you know I'll be there
Oh, yeah
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
was somebody who cares
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone
TIcks and LEeches by TOol
Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you're getting.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.
Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you're getting.
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto 2pac
I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad ****
Talk much **** cause I never had ****
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this **** to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a ****, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a mother****in riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Two: 2Pac
Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the ****
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the ****
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford **** now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the ****, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
thanks
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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God Bless the Dead 2pac
Rest in peace to my mother****in Biggie Smalls
That's right bwoy, it's goin on, right here
Thug Life.. God bless the dead
[2Pac]
God bless the dead, and buried
Nigga, don't worry if you see God first
Tell him **** got worse, I ain't mad
I know you representin the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew
**** the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models - gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
sayin **** don't stop nigga no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin mother****ers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph, will read, "Was the last of G's"
Kicked the **** to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead
[Chorus - 2Pac]
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
[2Pac]
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little mother****er wantin to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
{**** the police} and all the courts, same way they ****ed us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it comin
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Rest in peace to all the mother****ers that passed too early
All the young mother****ers that was took in they prime
Real mother****in G's, this one is for you
Yo Stretch, Biggie
[Stretch]
Yo Big, this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z
Sendin they respect, yaknowhatImean?
You my nigga for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget that
I pray before I go to sleep - "Dear God"
Say my grace before I start to eat, cause times is hard
So I'm droppin to my knees, OH WHY?
Why you had to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggaz terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin so I'm flowin goin crazy
Slip for **** the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
But spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes
The teflon's bout to rip through your ****in vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
thanks
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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This Aint Livin 2pac
This ain't livin..
[2Pac]
Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas
while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow
We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow
In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass
'til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child
The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love
Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips
I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that *****
Throw yo' hands in the air, it's a robbery
.. thinkin 'Pac, would you ride with me
Let's go see what our enemies talkin bout
When G's enter the house nobody's walkin out
This ain't livin, it's similar to prison, we trapped
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes when we floss with foes
Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo'
I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
But I'd give it all up, if it would help you grow
This ain't livin
[Chorus 2X: sung]
Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
Can't find a better way to break you
This ain't livin I gotta do what I gotta do
[2Pac]
Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates
Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break
"It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin
Just search your feelings, participate in some rehabil'n
They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed
That's what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G's
Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation
rest the Lord will protect you, respect due
Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those
that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you
to watch me fall farther
I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now
Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo' ass
stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten
Young brother pump yo' brakes for me, before you choke
won't ya soak up some game from yo' big homies
This ain't livin, we givin you jewelsl, use 'em as tools
Explode on they industry and fade them fools
You know the rules, gotta be a rider
You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy
This for all of y'all that keep on raisin hell
Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain't livin
[Chorus] - 2X
thanks
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:17
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FOr you by STaind (this song hits home for me)
to my mother
to my father
it's your son or
it's your daughter
are my screams
loud enough for
you to hear me
should i turn this up for you?
[chorus]
i sit here locked inside my head
remembering everything you said
this silence gets us nowhere
gets us nowhere
way too fast
the silence
is what kills me
i need someone
here to help me
but you don't know
how to listen
and let me make
my decisions
all your insults
and your curses
make me feel like
i'm not a person
and i feel like
i am nothing
but you make me
so do something
cause i'm ****ed up
because you are
need attention
attention you couldn't give
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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devilmunchkin:
Six while he was alive, including one double cd album, two post-death double albums, two post-death albums, a greatest hits, an album of spoken poetry, and appearances on dozens of albums of other artists. Another double cd album is coming out in march or april of this year...
not to mention between 100 and 200 unreleased and uncompleted recordings...
thanks
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*End Is Forever*
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Salford, UK
Jan 1970 time: 05:17
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Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me
There's nowhere in town that I know
You gave us some place to go
I never said thankyou for that
I thought I might have had one last chance
So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thankyou for that
Now I'll never get a chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friend
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thankyou for that
Now I'll never have the chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friend
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in...
May angels lead you in...
And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing for you, just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friend
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friend
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in...
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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one more for now...
Happy Home 2pac
Home man.. hey.. let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn this house into a happy home
Long as one of us got it, some of us got it
Let's turn this house into a happy home
You know how that is, stay down for mine
Outlaw.. look
[2Pac]
Now we've been kickin it for quite some time
Remained beside me through my trials in this life of crime
We divorced so many times I forgot to count
I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house
Remember back in December when we was tight?
Sippin Alize and Cristal, whylin every night - in my bedroom!
Promised that I commit to you soon
Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room
Straight out the hood
We promised to be good to each other, plus I love you
So I know you gon' make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change at times
it's only cause I never owned anything that's mine
So I'm tryin you can stay with my momma but keep the drama to a low
Never call the police, I never call you ***** and ho
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(let's turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
[2Pac]
Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes
To be honest it's a hard road
Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though
Look at him walkin and talkin, a lil' child with my eyes and mouth
Father watch over lil' seeds, help me guide them out
Had to change my whole lifestyle, married my baby's momma
Made her my wife now, I'm tryin hard y'all
Maybe in time I'll be a better man
Watchin the older couples, handle it like veterans
Show me the meaning of forever and together we rise
If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die
Why - question my love, it's so easy to see
Without my family all I'm left with is a shadow of me
After all the arguments, and the nights alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
[2Pac]
Happy home
[singers]
All these problems got me goin
We got a family, of our own
I just wanna happy home
(turn this house into a happy home)
No man's made to stand alone
I promise I won't do you wrong
I just want a happy home
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
[Chorus]
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(turn this house into a happy home)
Ha..ppy.. home..
(finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home)
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:17
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albert: he's like fruitcake. Even though he's be "gone" awhile, he's always showing up. . here's as deep as my rap roots go. please don't yell at me. i like the beat. ..oh...and some duran duran to back it up. lol.
Hypnotize by Notorious BIG
Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think **** stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)
Verse Two:
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the ****
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Verse Three:
I can fill ya wit real millionaire **** (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, **** black like Toby (Obe... Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)
Chorus:
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
*fades*
Notorius by DUran Duran
No-no-Notorious. Notorious. Ah. No-no-Notorious.
I can't read about it.
Burns the skin from your eyes.
I'll do fine without it.
Here's one you don't compromise.
Lies come hard in disguise.
They need to fight it out.
Not wild about it.
Lay your seedy judgements.
Who says they're part of our lives?
CHORUS
You own the money ;
You control the witness.
I'll leave you lonely.
Don't monkey with my business.
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons.
I heard your promise,but I don't believe it.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
Girls will keep the secrets (uh)
so long as boys make a noise.
Fools run rings to break up.
Something they'll never destroy.
Grand Notorious slam (bam).
And who really gives a damn for a flaky bandit?
Don't ask me to bleed about it;
I need this blood to survive.
CHORUS
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
CHORUS
CHORUS
That's why I've done it again. No. No.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
No-no-Notorious. Yeah.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
No-no-Notorious. Yeah.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notorious.
No-no-Notorious.
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Out of step
Jan 1970 time: 06:17
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Tool - The Patient
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
Tool - Flood
Here comes the water.
All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images
that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
some order and sanity,
or something to comfort me.
So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,
suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
and climb to a new place now.
This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.
Thought I was high, and free.
I thought I was there
divine destiny.
I was wrong.
This changes everything.
The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.
The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000 time: 22:17
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believe it or not this was a song i remember my folks singing
to each other when i was very young 
A Bushel And A Peck
perry como
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
What'cha doin' Hutton?
Doodlin' . . . can you doodle?
Can I doodle? ~ I can't get it outta my noodle!
How come?
'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
a bushel an' a peck and a hug around the neck ( Ouch! )
Hug around the neck and a barrel an' a heap,
barrel an' a heap an' I'm talkin' in my sleep!
About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you!
My heart is leapin', havin' trouble sleepin' !
'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
you bet your purdy neck I do!
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
Do you like me Perry? Oh very, do you like me Hutton?
Like a glutton! So, where's your "Como" button?
Oh! I love you a bushel an' a peck ( How much? )
a bushel an' a peck though you make my heart a wreck!
Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess,
make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness!
About you! ( About me? ) Yes, about you!
You're gonna grieve me, if an' you ever leave me!
'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
you bet your purdy neck I do!
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
Heh heh, it's gettin' kinda quiet around here!
Oh! we can fix that Perry boy! Let's go!
I love you a bushel an' a peck,
a bushel an' a peck and it beats be all to heck,
beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arms about you!
About you, the cows an' chickens, let em go to the dickens
'Cause I love you a bushel an' a peck,
you bet your purdy neck I do!
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
. . . it's gettin' kinda quiet again!
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
. . . an octave lower please!
( Doodle oodle ooh doo, doodle oodle ooh doo,
doodle oodle ooh doo, doo ! )
Words and Music by Frank Loesser, 1950
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000 time: 22:17
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i know , but he sings some really cute songs
that make me smile and feel happy ...so get over it. 
Just Born ( To Be Your Baby )
perry como
( Just born to be your baby . . .
Just born to be . . . )
Some people are born to be doctors,
Some are born to be lumber jacks
Some are born just to take life easy
Others are born to break their backs!
But I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . .
Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . .
Just born to be . . . )
Some people will kiss and nothin' happens
Other hearts are made of stone
But whenever I feel our lips meet
Somethin' starts crawlin' all through my bones!
'Cause I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . .
Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be . . . )
If now an' then you start to wonder
Will I be the perfect mate?
Don't you worry my purdy little darlin'
It was all arranged by fate!
'Cause I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . .
Just born to be . . . )
Some people will search for love a lifetime
Some never feel love in their hearts
But I was born with a silver spoon
I had your love'a right from the start!
Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . .
Just born to be your own! )
Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
Nobody else will do!
( Nobody else will do! )
Yes! I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . . ( It's true, it's true! )
Ah . . . Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . . ) Nobody else will do!
Words and Music by Luther Dixon
and Billy Dawn Smith
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Please Mr. Sun
perry como
Talk to her please Mister Sun, speak to her Mister Rainbow
And take her under your branches, Mister Tree!
Whisper to her, Mister Wind, sing to her Mister Robin
And Mrs Moonlight put in a word for me!
Tell her how I feel, it shouldn't end this way
Since you all are her friends, she'll listen to whatever you have to say
Babble to her Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!
< instrumental break >
Babble to her Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!
Music by Ray Getzovand
with lyrics by Sid Frank, 1952
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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Devilmunchkin:
sigh... biggie was nothing compared to 2pac...
ready to puke, Smac? You know I could post another hundred songs if I wanted to by 2pac alone.
Brenda's Got a Baby 2pac (his first single)
Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby
Well, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not her problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms
and her dad was a junky puttin death into his arm
It's sad, cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with tha molester, whos sexed and crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo
She had it on the bathroom floor and didn't know so
She didn't know, what ta throw away and what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize how much tha the little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away, momma say, you makin' me lose pay
The social workers here everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby
Part Time Mutha
cutting and scratching)
She's a part time
a part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
**** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But **** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a *****, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha
I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be *****in if she hasn't got a fix in
So... now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him rape me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the ****
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
thanks
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:17
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and INdia Arie..
Video
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't
Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie
When I look in the mirror the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be
And I know our creator didn't make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes I'm lovin' what I see
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie
Am I less of a lady If I don't wear panty hoes?
My mama said ain't what she wears but, what she knows
But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all and illusion confusions the name of the game
A misconception, a vast deception
Something's gotta change
Don't be offended this is all my opinion
ain't nothing that I'm sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share wit ya'll
So get in where you fit in go on and shine
Free your mind, nows the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go head and love yourself
Cuz everything's gonna be all right
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie
Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks
I don't need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your Caviar
All I need is my guitar
Keep your krystyle and your pistol
I'd rather have a pretty piece of Crystal
Don't need your silly comb I can find my own
What God gave me is just fine
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:17
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Rock’n Me
Well I've been lookin' real hard
And I'm tryin' to find a job
But it just keeps gettin' tougher every day
But I got to do my part cause I know in my heart
I got to please my sweet baby, yeah
Well, I ain't superstitious
And I don't get suspicious
But my woman is a friend of mine
And I know that it's true that all the things that I do
Will come back to me in my sweet time
So keep on rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
I went from Phoenix, Arizona
All the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California where the girls are warm
So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Baby, baby, baby
Keep on rock'n
Rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n
Rock'n me baby
Don't get suspicious
Now don't be suspicious
Babe, you know you are a friend of mine
And you know that it's true
That all the things that I do
Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time
I went from Phoenix, Arizona
All the way to Tacoma
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.
Northern California where the girls are warm
So I could hear my sweet baby say
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me, rock'n me, rock'n
Baby, baby, baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
Keep on a rock'n me baby
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Jungle Love
I met you on somebody's island
You thought you had known me before
I brought you a crate of papaya
They waited all night by your door
You probably wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
But lately you live in the jungle
I never see you alone
But we need some definite answers
So I thought I would write you a poem
The question to everyone's answer
Is usually asked from within
But the patterns of the rain
And the truth they contain
Have written my life on your skin
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
You treat me like I was your ocean
You swim in my blood when it's warm
My cycles of circular motion
Protect you and keep you from harm
You live in a world of illusion
Where everything's peaches and cream
We all face a scarlet conclusion
But we spend our time in a dream
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
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The Joker
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby, don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches, wannna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me, baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
'Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:17
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NA NA HEY HEY KISS HIM GOODBYE
Steam
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
He'll never love you, the way that I love you
'Cause if he did, no no, he wouldn't make you cry
He might be thrillin' baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
So dog-gone willin'
So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. Wanna see you kiss him)
Go on and kiss him goodbye, now
Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Listen to me now
He's never near you to comfort and cheer you
When all those sad tears are fallin' baby from your eyes
He might be thrillin' baby but a-my love (my love, my love)
So dog-gone willin'
So kiss him (I wanna see you kiss him. I wanna see you kiss him)
Go on and kiss him goodbye, na-na na-na-na na na
Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
[fade in]
Hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
[repeat many times and fade out]
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devilmunchkin
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first circle of the inferno
Jul 2001 time: 05:17
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I Don't Have the Heart by James Ingram
Your face is beaming
You say is ‘cause you’re dreaming
Of how good it’s going to be
You say you’ve been around
And now you’ve finally found
Everything you wanted and need in me
I don’t have the heart to hurt you
It’s the last I want to do
But I don’t have the heart to love you
Not the way you want me to
Inside I’m dying
To see you crying
How can I make you understand
I care about you
So much about you, baby
I’m trying to say this as gently as I can
‘Cause I don’t have the heart to hurt you
It’s the last I want to do
But I don’t have the heart to love you
Not the way you want me to
You’re so trusting and open
Hoping that love will start
But I don’t have the heart, oh, no
I don’t have the heart
I don’t have the heart to hurt you
It’s the last I want to do
But I don’t have the heart to love you
Not the way you want me to
I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)
(Baby, I don’t have the heart, I don’t have the heart)
I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)
(Baby, I don’t have)
I don’t have the heart
Rhyme and REAson by Dave MAtthews Band
Oh well oh well so here we stand
But we stand for nothing
My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can I turn to it
'Cause I'm all locked up in this
Dark place
And I do not know
My head aches, walked in, tied up
I need to kill this pain
Chorus:
My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
Until I'm dead and gone
My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
Until I'm six feet underground
How long I'm tied up
My mind in knots
My stomach reels
In concern for what I might do or
What I've done
It's got me living in fear
Well I know these voices must
Be my soul
I've had enough
I've had enough of being alone
I've got no place to go
Chorus
Six feet under
In my grave
Lying wired and shut and quiet in my grave
Leave me here
Leave it to me to waste here
So young and here I am again
Talking to myself
A TV blares
Oh man
Oh how I wish I didn't smoke
Or drink to reason with my head
But sometimes this think confusion
Grows until I cannot bear it all
Needle to the vein
Needle to the vein
Take this needle from my vein my friend I said
Chorus
In my grave
Lying
Lying, cold in my grave
The reason, my reason
Take my head off this terror
The fearing won't come back I can't see
My mind's all wiped clean
The needle
Make my great escape
I seem caught in time
My head leaves me behind
Body fall cold
And I see heaven
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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boann:
band? 
well anyway, ill switch it up...
Seen a Man Die Scarface (the third verse is something)
Verse 1:
He greets his father with his hands out
Rehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child
The world is different since he's seen it last
Out of jail in seven years and he's happy that he's free at last
All he had was his mother's worth
Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the beddah
But he's back so he's got one strike against him
And he's young plus he came up in the system
But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen
And this goes to get on top and try to stay clean
So he's calling up his homie who dun came up
Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff
And had that attitude that who he was was worth it
and with that ****ed up attitude he killed his first mate
Now it's different and he's dead as dirt
And realized that the name ain't coming up but it still hurt
And cain't nobody change this
It's ninteen-ninety-foe and we up against the same ****
*chorus* I nevah understand why
I could nevah seen a man cry, til i seen that man die
Verse two:
Imagine life at it's full peak
Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy
Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief
Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace
Cuz everybody's got a different way of endin' it
And when your number comes for service then they send it in
Now your time has arrived for the final touch
I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
How much longeer will it be til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory he'll never take
You'll be heade to another place
And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face
*chorus*
Verse 3:
I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong
But you kinda scared of dying so you hold on
And you keep on blacking out cuz the post is near
Stop trying to fight the reaper just relax and let it go
Because there's no way you can fight it but you'll still try
And you can try it til you fight it but you'll still die
Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears
The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here
You start your journey into outer space
You see yourself in the light but you're still feeling outta place
So you standing in the tunnel of eternal light,
And you see the ones you never learn to love in life
Make the choice let it go but u can back it up
If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace
I still got to wondah why,
I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
In My Time Scarface
(Verse 1)
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining
Figured it was gon rain today, so i'm in
Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off
Look at my nightstand, and pick the paper back up
Nostradamus, I'm readin chapter, after chapter
Predictions of the end of world, and after
Life, wit no beginning, as the world stops spinning
???as a journey that's never ending
I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes
The little nigga glad to be alive
And as the days go by, I thank god for watchin mines
Prayin that I remained in fire
The same man that I was, which starts from the other mind phrase
Was it the cash I think my time came
For me to venture off into different demensions
The beginning, the endind, of my time
(Chorus: 1x)
What we fail to realize
Is that we runnin outta time
Do we ever be born again
In my time of dying
It's like i'm runnin outta time
Will I ever be born again
(Verse 2)
In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game
And if you nigga's thinkin like me, do the same
Which is one minute ya smilin, the next ya start cryin
Cause we can't accept we born to die
And I, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end
But it's more to life then me and my benz
When my mama told to speak to my friends
I kinda took that **** to heart
So don't **** up your life, 'fore it starts
Some nigga's wanna be like Mike
I'd rather be like Christ(like christ)
So at the end, i'll see bright lights(bright lights)
I save a prayer for the fallen soldier's
Too many nigga's died young, for tryna to hang
On the slaim's of our slums
And outcome, as mommy neals, sittin on the front row
Hopin god will accept your soul
The new millienium, and as I sit watch the distance
Ships walk the horizon, I'll stare into space while i'm drivin
And pray for me, all the ends of my sins
The beginning, the end, of my time, till i'm born again
(Chorus: 1x)
(Verse 3)
In my time, I've seen life born, and I been blessed
Enough to see life lossed, it's just the price life cost
And shortly, explain my born, I know i'm born to do it wrong
So when i'm gone, life goes on
Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up
Shed no tears, and dred those years
Smile, and even though my whole life's been a po'ball
You did your's, and it's not your fault
Tell my grandmother those words too
She knows i'm headed to a better place
That'll put a smile on my wife's face
God's graced the evil spirit that surronded me
And pass me, and anytime it could'a had me
But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song
Now it's peace after the storm blew on
And???, it's the better life, security for your's and mines
What the evil lies, and not so guide
In my time, it's been times, I would've stopped and called the quits
But I might as well sit until it's over wit
Eath to earth, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust
It's the lord I trust
The territory where I come from, so I guess it'll be when I return
No sorrow, it was just my turn
And in those, last trumphet sounds, put me down in the ground
But i'll proably be at home by now
And it's help will change(these helps will be changed)
Blinking of a eye, but I don't think I'll get to see that
In my time, till i'm born again
(Scarface talking)
It's changed, when we born
And how we born from woman
We born, from the spirit, of life
And all our flesh remains
And not, by the flesh of man
And not by the flesh of man
Do not believe that
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Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven
Sep 2001 time: 23:17
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Steve Miller Band 
Toadies
HEEL
Long neck, short leash
Sweet lips are black, black, black
You walk, I lead
Little tricks, stagger and fall
Heel
You're crying, well listen
This time you really were bad, bad, bad
I will show you some discipline
Yes, you will learn some respect, respect, respect
Heel
God I love you
You're so pretty
Love you, love you
Pretty, pretty
Heel
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Toadies
I Come From The Water
I come from the water
I crawled upon the shore
I left my brothers there
I got what I came for
I sucked that hot air in
And rolled upon the sand
Emerged beneath the sun
To be a man.
I come from the water
I come from the water
That weren't no easy thing
It's more than nature
It's like my destiny
I stood upon these legs
And held my head up high
Emerged beneath the sun
To start a new life
I Come From the water
Life in the desert
Just to be together
The sand forever
The same forever
It moves beneath me
It pulls my body
My pulse beats hotter
So far from the water
I love to see the sun
In spite of all it's done
I pray for shade and rain
I pray to live again
I come from the water
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Stabbing Westward
Haunting Me
Everywhere I go I see your face
And every sound I hear is the sound of your voice
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why can't I let you go?
Go....
Go....
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Everything about me is a lie
At least it feels that way
When I look in your eyes now
The truth scares the **** out of me
Whoever said love is real and love is blood
Has never felt the way that I feel
What does it matter?
What's done is done and I should
Get on with my life
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
I don't know what it means
But I can't seem to make myself forget
Was it something that you said?
Or is it all the guilt inside my head?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:17
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most song-writers have talent as lyricists... what's your point?
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000 time: 22:17
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Drops of Jupiter
train
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way
Repeat 1st Chorus
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ice queen colorado
Sep 2000 time: 22:17
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LEE ANN WOMACK, I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone
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Out of step
Jan 1970 time: 06:17
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Therapy? - Tightrope Walker
I'm trying to walk up the stairs
My hands are snatching at the slivers of light
I'm sticking to the steps
Each one a release from the place below
I'm on a mission
On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies
Because I'm choking on my own
I need some air
The dark skies behind me
Begging you to scrape off your disco paint
It's open to the night
And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories
You look so tiny
So very unimportant
I'm nearly there
And everything feels fine
Don't want to look behind me
Don't want to look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
High above Piss City
Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
Some shuffle in silence
Some gorge sucking on silicone
I've got the urge to jump
Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash
But hold on, boy
I feel alive
Don't want to look behind me
Don't want to look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
Don't want to look behind me
Don't want to look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
Don't want to look behind me
Don't want to look beneath me
Every movement, every vibration
Every movement, every vibration
Therapy? - Heaven's Gate
Oh ****, here comes morning
Another ugly bang that I dreaded coming
Go back to sleep, let the curtains protect me
Keep them closed so the light won't get me
Stuck inside afraid of big spaces
Too much noise and too many faces
All the mail left unanswered
Kicking down my door like a final reminder
I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
I want to be there when it all goes off
And everything I need is in the verification of your genius
OK, but I'm not ready
I'll get up and go because I feel so guilty
Is anybody there? the door's still ringing
It's not for me, just another religion
Someone, selling something
I'd let you in but the house is so empty
Feed me, any salvation
I'm paying through the nose for my inspiration
I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
I want to be there when it all goes off
And everything I need is in the verification of your genius
Wish I could sleep forever
It's all catching up and I surrender
Clock keeps chipping at my existence
Final reminder, always there in the distance
I've been waiting on it coming, waiting so long
I want to be there when it all goes off
And everything I need is in the verification of your genius
Therapy? - Don't Expect Roses
Well, this is taking everything
Everything that I can stand
And you look like the enemy
With the answers hidden in your hands
And you can tell yourself everything is fine
But don't be fooled by the sunshine
And don't expect roses
Don't expect roses
I'm thinking
Watching London sink in the Thames
I'm using all my energy
Wasted, used, recycled and drained
Maybe I'll find you sympathy
Somewhere near the end of the century
But don't expect roses
Don't expect roses
The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
You should pay some attention to me
I won't stop throwing until everything's broken
So don't expect roses
Don't expect roses
Don't expect roses
Don't expect roses
Don't expect roses (roses)
Don't expect roses (roses)
So don't expect roses
Roses
Don't expect roses
Roses
Don't expect roses
Don't expect roses (roses)
Don't expect roses (roses)
Don't expect roses (roses)
Don't expect roses (roses)
Don't expect roses (roses)
If you're looking for trouble, you can find me on the Internet, mother****er
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