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Listen Iona Locke- Broken to Minister


Lyrics

End Of Days (Aztec Jade)

I see this holy war and I can't believe
How long must this endure before they will see
A mindless game of death
In the end everyone bleeds

There are no winners
No chance for peace
No truce will be called
No common beliefs

Different religion
Different opinion
No hope

The end of days is near
Filled with pain and fear
The end of days I can tell
I see this image of hell

Disagreement in the promise land
Politicians doing what they can
To end the violence, save the day
Will we ever understand the hate

Two cultures cannot coexist
With the differences they feel
Deep seated hatred coming to a head
All they want to see is war

Can you see the desert sands
Blowing through the arid land
Once peaceful, no cross to bear
Followed faith to get them there

Looking for the promise land
Running from foreign hands
Traveled far to find a sign
Caught between the sands of time

Future brings opposing views
Fighting for the right to choose
Trail of tears they left behind
Caught between the sands of time

Will there ever, ever come a day
Will we ever see a brighter way
To live in peace, live a better way
No more killing give us peace that will stay

The seven seals are broken
The time is now at hand
The faithful have now gathered
To cleanse the holy land

A mindless game of death
No one can ever win
Suffer the consequence
For all your selfish needs

Half Past Loving You (Adam Gregory)

I'm getting there yeah
I got a ways to go
But I'm getting there
The memories don't hurt like before
I'm getting there
I'm getting there

It's half past loving you
A quarter 'til I
Find a love that's new
Time will heal the heart
That's broken in two
It's half past loving you
It's half past loving you

I'm getting there yeah
I got some work to do
But I'm getting there
Everyday I'm a little more over you
I'm getting there
I'm getting there

Someday I'm gonna wake up and not be
thinkin' about you baby
Someday

Slither (Velvet Revolver)

Hey Hey Hey

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen, broken every single time

Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you would (sue) me
But I see sometime pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see

Hey hey hey

When you seek me you destroy me
Rip my mind and smell the poppy's
Fallen blood in every single time

Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see sometime the pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me

(guitar solo)

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen and broken
Every single time

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me

Hey, hey, hey

Pictures (Dance Hall Crashers)

If you don't know me
Please why don't you tell me
'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The stories that you tell
Please somebody else
I feel that something falling in your voice
I lived that battle to move past the shadow
That's why I won't woke you anymore
Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true
As I look into that spin of broken glass

Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore

If you don't know me
Please why don't you tell me
'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more
The stories that you tell
Please somebody else
I feel that something falling in your voice
If I got it buckled would you ran away and possible Again it would as aductive since again
Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true
As I look into that spin of broken glass

Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore

Nightmare (Dry Kill Logic)

Something strange I cannot Follow
How you want me to
However small it seems so shallow
If you only knew
Such a feeling for words so hollow
What I'd done to you
You'd cry
ME + U = NIGHTMARE
You took it all away
I alone replace what's broken
Nothing left to say
Muted words that were not spoken
If and when I may
Life is over - lack of motion
Shamed is where I lay
I tried
ME + U = NIGHTMARE
Never before have I felt so hollow
First one to lead and now I follow
Carry the things that I cannot dismiss
Never again do I think I will feel this
NEVER again do I think I will feel this
Me + u = nightmare
You worthless piece of shit
Me + u =nightmare

Like Starscream (On Broken Wings)

His Performance Is Moving
I'll Give It That
The Sequence Of Events
Its All A Matter Of Speaking
To Betray Those Who Offer
Friendship And Sactuary
It's Beyond

And Ironically
He's Covered In It
I'm Tired Of Being Tired
The Inferno Will Describe
The Inner Most Circle As
The Destination For The Worst
You Move Like Dripping Ice
You Stare Like Realization

Guilty (Dio)

He'd never tell her lies
And she believed in magic
But when the magic died
She could see that all along he's just been

Guilty - a liar, liar
Guilty
Guilty - burn in fire
Guilty

It's time to say goodbye
Don't tell another story
Another alibi
Now you see that all along he's just been

Guilty - a liar, liar
Guilty
Guilty - you burn in fire
Guilty
Guilty - the great pretender
Guilty
You're guilty - just surrender cause you're guilty

Broken promise
But please forgive again
One more time for me
It's the very last time - you'll see

Guilty - liar, liar
You'll burn in fire
Guilty - liar, liar
Guilty

Guilty - the great pretender
Guilty
Guilty - just surrender, you're guilty
Guilty, guilty, guilty
A liar, liar
Guilty - you'll burn in fire
Oh guilty, you'll burn in fire
Surrender - guilty
So guilty

God Wanna (Everlast)

I said God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Come on, bounce, rock, skate
Tune in, drop out, de-motivate
Renegotiate for the proper rate
Somethin' to push weight, have to go up state
And **in' jailbait is statutory rape
And don't you never get your**caught on tape
This ain't New York, there ain't no escape
And Superman's just another pimp in a cape
And even if both your eyes come up snake
It's time to get wise, rise and cut the cake
It don't take much for the Earth to quake
So watch what you clutch when you on the tape
I'm trin to tell ya

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

I don't know where I'm going, I hardly know where I've been
The only thing I know for sure, the party's bout to begin, you got it
Thousand angels dancing, all on the head of a pin
Some people live in righteousness, and some people live in sin, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in
Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in, you got it

Yo I'm a pimp, I'm a thief, I'm a killer, I'm a dealer
I'm a Holy man preacher, I'm a teacher, I'm a healer
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, I'm a giver, I'm a taker
I'm a long time bonafide big money maker
I'm a winner, I'm a loser, I'm a begger, I'm a choser
I'm a thug, I'm a poser, I'm a chronic drug user
I've been rapping, I've been mixing, I'm fact and then I'm fiction
I'm a walkin' talkin' livin' breathin' contradiction
I'm working for my God but I'm playing with the devil
Don't act like you can see me cause I'm on another level
I'm a mic burner, not a trick turner
I'll act like Ike Turner, then I'll treat you like Tina

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin
Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it
God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna take my soul
Gotti got a broken heart, party's gotten out of control, you got it

The party's gotten out of control, y'all
The party's gotten out of control
The party's gotten out of control, y'all
The party's gotten out of control, you got it

Q.U. -- Hectic (Mobb Deep)

[Havoc] ** it kid, whattup Queens in this mother**er
(Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
[Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup
[Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
(Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?)
[Ty] Whattup whattup?
[Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin!)
[Ty] I don't know (damn!)
[Ty] I think Twins laid up
[Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee
Son I want two Henessee's yo!
Straight yo, word up man!
*chaos*
Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, ** you!
What? What the **, what?
Think they killers or somethin man
Ay ** you money, whattup kid
*more chaos*

[Prodigy]
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens mother**er carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens; leavin niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X)

[Havoc]
As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then mother**er get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me
That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

[Prodigy]
Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X)

[Prodigy]
Everything is real inside my mind; these days
you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given
But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping
Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky
Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
My man Havoc put the bug in my ear
On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
Real like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
[It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to
Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain't the game that it seems to be
** a fantasy I'm leaving in reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation

Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up
Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up kid
The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!)
And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid
Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH
KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH

Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)




featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees

(Chorus)

Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people


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