Sing me a song, you're a singer
do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
the less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well
The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
the sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!
Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
for every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
and it's on and on, on and on and on...
They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
you get to keep the gold that falls
It's Heaven and Hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
You've got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!
Run Rabbit Junk (Yoko Kanno)
kiss a cop
goin' downtown
need backup now, you know why?
I like talkin' 'bout weather
car two, callin' car two
got a fight
dope an wild ice
callin' cars
a jump to nowhere
up, down take me downtown
copy that I'm over and out
another never
another never
another never
hey you so how's your mother?
come on, come on
*kickin' me
are you dumb, sir?
move, move
are you done, sir?
you've makin' me
mad enough, sir
boom, boom
ain't no dancer
you're kickin' me
are you dumb, sir?
move, move
are you done, sir?
you've makin' me
mad enough, sir
boom, boom
you are done, sir
Party time at seven and vine
everybody's setting up to breakdown
hey you, dance a no dance
you do low-fi
you shootin' lowfare
pretty girls who run about
rabbit soft
a dime for some dare
voodoo
a little bit of mars
uptown
callin' all cars
*repeat 2 times
Anthem Of Why (Guy Sebastian)
joe lives with his folks at home
smokes little plants he grows
cool 4 a kids but 2day is the big 3 0
it seems all his hopes and dreams
got lost in habitual friends
now he is crying tears of
what have could have been
he is saying why oh why does my life pass by
could it have been that all this time saying why
u shoulda said how
30 candles u blowin none of
which deserve a light
the only music you'v been playin
is the anthem of why
always dreamin never doin so they
never did take flight
still the music that your playin
is the anthem of why oh oh ohh
stacey dreamt of becoming a pop queen
suddenlly when she turned 15
everything changed
she found uot she had 1 on the way
so she, took all the posters of britney
mariah,beyonce and whitney and
with her dreams
she threw them all away
she was saying why oh why if not 4 that night
could it all this time saying why
u shoulda said how
all the hopin all the wishin girl
u traded 4 a night
and the music that your playin
is the anthem of why
now your feelin all your dreamin
was just a waste of time
so the song thats your singin
is the anthem of why
oh ohh oh
always saying why oh why does my life pass by
could it have been that all this time saying why
u shoulda said how
all the hopin all the prayin
know they should have never died
but they faded when u traded how
4 the anthem of why
u gotta dream it gotta fell it if
you ever wanna fly
never sing it never play it
its the anthem of why
Carnival (Tori Amos)
I sing to the sun in the sky
I sing to the sun raised high
Carnival dancer, magical time of youth
And as the day draws nigh
Dreams fill my heart
I'll sing while he raises guitar
I'll sing as the night wakes the dawn
Will love come my way on this magical day?
And will hope stay in my heart?
Carnival dancer, magical time of youth
And as the day draws nigh
Dreams fill my heart and
Sing while he raises guitar
I'll sing my dream from afar
Will love come my way on this magical day?
And will hope stay in my heart?
Will true love come my way on this magical day?
Overlook, oh my love
In my
Stay... (oh, dear)
Stay... (oh, dear)
Stay...
In my...
You...
You...
(stay again)
The way you're walking and walk, the way you can
The way you're telling me you're not a danger
This man, I said again, I say again
I'm not too kind [to the] moon
Telling me, well I watch you
Kin to you...
You...
I'm Sorry (King Missile)
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty
swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out
from under me
I never painted a house or a tree
I never did become an exotic dancer, or a
customer service representative
I never took the pulse of a dying duck,
or gave mouth to mouth
resuscitation to a horse fly
In a way, I suppose you could say
my experience is quite limited
For example, I never locked Oliver
Cromwell in a broom closet while
singing Waltzing Matilda
I never sawed television in half,
although I once saw Wendy O.
Williams saw a guitar
I never played a decent game of jacks
I never played poker with a toothless one
eyed pirate who kept
picking his teeth with a bowie knife to
distract me, while his parrot looked
over my shoulder and told him what
cards I had by using an elaborate code
involving vomiting, chirping,
and sea chanteys
I never bought a lamp-wait; I did buy a
lamp once
But I never bought a lantern, or a
lambskin prophylactic
I never bought a loin or a
Loinel Ritchie album
I never bought anthing beginning with
the letter "L" except lollipops, light
bulbs and lettuce and the lamp
I never laid down for a nap and found the
Everly Brothers in bed with me
I never let a cyborg take out the garbage
I'm sorry
I stole the radio
I did it
I sawed the legs off the periodic table
I re-elected the president
I did it, it was my fault
I farted in the church
I'm sorry
I did many many bad things and I am so
sorry!
Proceed III (The Roots)
featuring Bahamadia
Rock on, to the break of dawn
Freak on to the early morn
Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on
To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo
You got The Roots in the house
We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin lovely
With you ears now proceed
It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we proceed
Chorus:
I shall... proceed... and continue... to rock the mic (2X)
Verse One: Malik B
Let's, kill all the small talk, and just elaborate
The Roots collaborate I see myself as rather great
How the words generate, whole crews disintergrate
when I pentrate
As if in the course flow with intensive force
You best to go and check your source about my textual course
Simplicity, it sounds complex, you might miss it
But after you critique it you can kiss it
I'm assissting fire force that leaves statistics
When identify niggaz simplify you'll feel no sympathi
My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin
My style is urban not surburban when I'm splurgin
Gosh these MC's I wash more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea but deadly
Take heed, illadelph style as I proceed
Chorus
Verse Two: Bahamadia
Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly
Brand new, funk doobie, choosy with the tactics
when I gets Raw, like Dice, nice
with the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??!
Of the Organix, pure
Eargasmatic, from Distortion to Statics
Automatic, systematic
I'm nasty at it
So hand me the five micraphones like they did Illmatic
One time for the mind
Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind
The real is not whole or half time
all the time, and I shall proceed
I'm movin on baby, I shall proceed
To remain, on point like an infrared beam
Succeed, in chasing out the ultraviolet dreams
No Mas like Shorty, cuz it's all about me
Chorus
Verse Three: Black Thought
Black and handsome, holdin MC's for ransome
Thoughts command some, is this, a phantom?
Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled
I hit you from the most bizarre angle, rectangular
visions of papes my mind conceive
Motivatin me to acheive as I must proceed
when I ride the train, traumatized to maintain
but laid back, the tracks can relax the brain
I got to deal with everything on this intelligent plain
Servin as a killer
to the pain I live a High Life like Miller
Me and the mic's mechanized
Respect recognize with mind beyond wise
Limitless when I bless the mic with speak
Dialect never weak, y'all niggaz know Tarik
From seven-fifth Snider Ave. got the flavor you need
For the ingredients indeed so to the lead I shall proceed
Chorus *fades*
Niggaz Theme (Ja Rule Featuring Black Child)
[Case] (x2)
It's plain to see
You can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life
[Black Child]
Chorus:
For life we gonna be niggas
** the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
[Ja Rule]
Whos that chipped out
Twenty one year old, hot commodity
Coming out of a bum deal lottery
With a flow like sodomy
Put it on your bitch**quite properly
I suggest you keep all eyes on me
And dont sleep as it is I'm highly critique
Pussy, money, murder it's part of my mystique
You feelin' me this here is one of Queens elite
Predecessor of the street
While you munch I eat
JA's here
The nigga you love but still fear
I done been there done that
Now nigga it's my year
I can leave you on the clear view
If you ain't yet clear
Matter of fact if you breathin' be glad you got air
Shut the ** up
When grown folks are talkin you hear
Or get your shit blown baby
From mouth to ear
Don't fear when you smoke weed and **in' your wife
Why? cause I'm a nigga for life
[Black Child] (x2)
For life we gonna be niggas
** the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
[Ja Rule]
Spare yourself the reality of a n**whippin'
What I'm givin' when I be gettin' tight and start flippin'
On your bitch**niggas that like formin' a cipher
Gates me hyper
Want the real I'm a slice ya
Light ya
Ass up with sixteen or more slugs
Comin' from my snub nose bull dog
Raw, to the core lets lay down some laws
This is JA's house bow down or bring the war
Mother **ers
Ya'll don't want to touch what's hot
Whatever it be mic, glock, drug spot
Like a bitch you scared of life and takin' chances
And right now you showin' more**then an exotic dancer
The answer is this
Niggas don't wanna touch
JA is livin' stronger then a ** coke rush
See on the streets we be killin niggas like cash
And you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda
[Case] (x2)
It's plain to see
You can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life
[Black Child]
For life we gonna be niggas
** the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
[Ja Rule]
Nigga, I live among thorough breads
Raised to blaze lead
If you get shot play dead
And put two in his head
I'm known to pasteurize
And criticize
A nigga size
look him right in the eyes
And leave him dead where he lies
We come through mobbin'
Like crips from Compton
We're all in burners and sippin' on gin
** Flossin'
Nigga I'm burnin' iron
And if you aint buyin'
Then you're dyin'
From denyin'
I'm so inspirin'
To the youth, see I'm settin it strait
Lettin' them know never to step on nothin' less then an eighth
And the longer it takes
Some body is gonna die for it
The streets is watchin'
Jigga warned you dont ignore it
It's only niggas holdin
Go JAP and blow yen
With the six double strait out of the pin
Brandishin
Steal for the ice
Hioldin my dick
Talkin shit
Shootin' dice
A nigga for life
So whatcha sayin' is
What the ** is a nigga?
Rob a bitch, slap a bitch
All that shit
[Black Child] (x2)
For life we gonna be niggas
** the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
It's Going Down (Blackalicious)
feat. Lateef the Truthspeaker, Keke Wyatt
[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
[Gift of Gab]
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
[Gift of Gab]
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust
[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed
[Gift of Gab]
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush
[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)
[Chorus x 2]
[Keke Wyatt]
You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)
[Gift of Gab] (Lateef)
(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)
[Gab & Lateef Together]
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4,
c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)
[Chorus x 2]
Questions And Answers (Boogie Down Productions)
Yo Kris whassup this press stuff man?
Yo I don't Money I don't know they frontin
Yo why we don't get no respect?
I don't know man
They got all them gangsta lookalike know y'know
But you know what?
All them fraud magazines I'm tired of
I'm tired of us not bein on no covers
But you know what?
We rock the streets ANYWAY
regardless to what anybody say
Well well yo yo I tell you
As long as you rip up the streets
you don't GOTTA have no press, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's right
As long as you stay true to the streets
All these wannabe black, black, black
Black nuttin - you know, chewin all that black
Cause they ain't really reportin nuttin on no black nuttin
They wanna be right, and they wanna be, rap, and..
That's why I read The Final Call
The Final Call got it goin on, youknowhatI'msayin?
Yeah
I mean, if you really wanna check out somethin black
I mean, all these other magazines, they got
They can only show you the light-skinned girl
or the light-skinned guy, and all of that, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I ain't with all that nonsense
Ha hah, we won't name any names
But they know who they are though!
Ha hah, knowhatI'msayin? Watch yourself
I don't know why we can't get no covers though!
Yo Kris, I don't why
cause we just slammin everywhere we go
Yo, BDP been rockin for like six years now
Six long hard rough years, youknowhatI'msayin?
And, and for some reason
everytime these COMMERCIAL acts come out
they get the cover the first..
they could drop a twelve inch single
and they be snatchin up the cover
You know why? Cause they don't wanna deal with reality
in any of these magazines
Hey Kris, I got the answer to ALL your problems
What's that?
Just interview yourself
Interview myself?
Yeah!
Aight check it out
Kick it!
[KRS-One]
Question: Why everything you do is fresh?
Answer: My name, Blastmaster KRS
Question: You only write reality, why?
Answer: No time to waste, our people are going to die
Question: Going to die? Please explain this topic
Answer: Some people are using ignorance to make a profit
Question: How do we stop it?
Answer: Throw em in a jail cell and lock it
Question: Why, are people so stupid?
Answer: They got a brain and fail to use it
Question: How did it get like this?
Answer: People are more worried about**and tits and
little bits of information
The barbarians teach us just to be barbarians in the nation
This new creation
takes on the manifestation of the Board of Education
Question: What's the solution?
Answer: Organized, revolution
Question: Revolution implies killing..
Answer: Whether you fight or talk, the blood is
STILL SPILLING, and we're chilling
Thinking of our history as Elmer Fudd
Everything, black people got in this country
they got through shedding their blood, word!
But they ain't gonna print all that
They too concerned about what you wearin
what kind of Benz you got, or BM
But I think this year
since we knockin all these sucker frauds out,
you might get some press
But when you talk that conciousness -
nobody wants to listen
Word up, it's a crying shame though
I, ah-I tell you this though
if I was talkin ** and all that nonsense
I'd get ALL the covers
Yo Kris, just chill, and interview yourself
That's what I like to hear
Aight aight check it out
[KRS-One]
Everything you learned in law school
can be taught, when you're six years old
But they make you wait and wait and wait and wait
and wait, and of course, the information, is then sold
But what if you can't afford to pay?
You walk around ignorant all day!
The pimp don't care, it's really your decision
Kick up that money hoe!! Oh, I mean tuition
They be dissin, that**you be kissin
Sittin in a room with a liar, and you must listen
Question: Who are you dissin?
Answer: The concept that turns a rapper, into a dancer
Question: Are you really all that fresh?
Answer: Yes, yes.. YES!
Or, "si," to the people speakin Spanish
You better make use of KRS, before he vanish
But all these magazines'll vanish before you will
They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop
from BDP
Yo yo but check it out Will
They ain't interested in no real hip-hop
They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin
and real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is
Why why why?
Yo I think some of these journalists
need to start gettin punched in they face
Hah, I got a big fist
Daydreaming (Massive Attack)
Shara Nelson
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
3D
Way that we say 'em in style that we raid 'em in
Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin
Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs
'Cause brother it's relative
The ??? is pickup all the lyrics on the dancefloor
To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more
Tricky
Attitude is cool degrees below zero
Up against the wall behaving like De Niro
Tricky's performing taking his photo
Make him stand with a tan touch it like cocoa
Smooth keep it moving at the back now
Free as the needle that's moving through the track now
3D
Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
Dance around the vibes like acoustics
No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop
The paper which you use my toungue to lick with
Tricky
Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life
Wiseguys get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born they're making me yawn
But I just take it easy it's a sunday morning
3D
So you come ???
Together we'll grow forever watch my ak rig go
Daddy G
Because my ak rig goes boom boom
My ak rig goes boom
3D
Yeah rhymin' the jam and uh we got the stamina
Cause you never know it's like we don't give a damn and uh
And it's ??? to keep your distance
Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat
You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street
Tricky
If i was a rich man
Daddy G
Da da dada
Tricky
I quietly observe standing in my space
It's the devious days they call the rat race
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town
Weebles, wobble, occasional squabble
But we're happy when the bomb drops
Down
3D
Don't make sound
'Cause the dancefloor's a desert
And the dancers are parched
Do a rain dance and you brace through a marsh
My heavy my brother get lighter than helium
Float above the world to break the tedium
Living in my headphones soul is what I say to 'em
The surreal boom of the budokan stadium
Shara Nelson
Well i'm floating on air when i'm daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Tricky
Well i'm tricky kid don't deal with sadness
Can't be with the one i love i love the one that i miss
I'm very down to earth but brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover just need, i'm insecure
3D
The weather is a-changin' the storms be shakin
The love that you make is equal to the love you're makin
Here comes the sun little darlin here comes the sun
It's alright
Tricky
Yes tricky kid i check my situation
Naggy this maggy that maggy means inflation
Hip-hop you don't stop cause i'm not sloppy
I like the beat so we need another copy
3D
We're natives of the massive territory and i'm proud
Getting peaceful in the desert that the glory and the crowd
The problem ain't a different kind of skin tricks
I love my neighbor and I ??? the olympics
See you a hooligan you try to play the fool again
Tricky
Caught you in the lost and found
3D
When your posse weren't around
Tricky
No crowd
3D
So you're going for you tool again
Shara Nelson
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
Well i'm floating on air when i'm daydreaming
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