Baby, you were always gonna be the one
You only ever did it just for fun
But you Run to Paradise
Jenny, I'll meet you at the grocery store
You don't need a friend when you can score
You Run to Paradise
Johnny, we were always best of friends
Stick together and defend
But you Run to Paradise
And Mamma, now don't you worry 'bout me anymore
And I see you crying at the door
When I Run to Paradise
That's right, they had it all worked out
You were young and blonde
And you could never do wrong
That's right, they were so surprised
You opened their eyes up
(opened their eyes up)
Opened their eyes up...
CHORUS
You don't want anyone
(you don't, you don't, open your eyes up)
You don't want anyone
(you don't, you're no fool)
Don't tell me, this is Paradise
(open your eyes up)
You don't want anyone
(you don't, open your eyes up)
You don't want anyone
(you don't, you're no fool)
Don't tell me, this is Paradise
Good times, why'd I let 'em slip away
Why'd I let them slip away
Cause I lived in Paradise
Run to Paradise
Run to Paradise
Run to Paradise
Jesus says it's gonna be alright
He's gonna pat my back
So I can walk in the light (that's right)
You don't mind if I abuse myself
So I can hold my head up
(hold my head up)
Hold my head up
(Chorus)
You don't want anyone
(You don't, hold my head up)
You don't want anyone
(You don't, you're no fool)
Don't tell me, this is Paradise
(open your eyes up)
You don't need anyone
(open your eyes up)
You don't need anyone
You'll tell me, this is Paradise...
(Repeat chorus 2 x)
Blood Act (Monochrome Set)
And on the walls of my skull I
Carve into the bone
Secret messages I hear on
My white telephone
From one night to another I slide ]
Ride on by, I know you ]
Eyes see, hands touch, heart beats, body ]
Blood act, blood act ] (Chorus)
And from a sack of weird junk thats
Wrapped in a girls skin
Bursts a shower of full stops
For an unfinished poem
(Chorus)
And on the film of my eyes I
Paint miniature screams
They leap in the air when I blink
And deafen me when I dream
(Chorus)
2nd Quarter Free Throws (KRS One)
anybody in here right now with tape decks turn em on
and put em on record I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape
so when it's sold out in the street
you all can know this was a real party
These are poems circulating throughout the nation
everybody's bad and everybody's tough
but how many people are intelligent enough
to open up their eyes and see through the lies
discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive?
not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
with this to to say
the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
and in the final hour many heads will lose power
what does the rich versus the poor really mean?
psychologically it means you got to pick your team
when someone says the rich gets richer
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
the rich get richer, cause they work towards rich
the poor get poorer, cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto
let go, it's not a novelty
you could love your neighborhood without loving poverty
follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
there's no reason to fear the New World Order
we must order the whole new world to pay us
the New World Order and the old state chaos
the Big Brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society
but first you and I got to unify
stop the negativity and control our creativity
the rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?
could it be we still thinking like niggas?
educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture!
Underworld Operations (Lord Finesse)
featuring Marquee
Chorus: Lord Finesse
Times are shifting no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Verse One: Lord Finesse
Check out the elite player that keeps flavor
Producer beat layer caters spectators to street data
Real life portrayer rap sayer legit like tax payers
Behavior's cool like sax players
Conservative, it's all real, no preservatives
God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid
Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit
Don't front, I'll catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman
Chorus: Marquee
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Verse Two: Marquee
Marquee, like a diamond, shining, the light is blinding
And many niggas want to fill this light hymen
Nah men with the biggest teeth (Why?) Cause his chick is me
Got him hooked, like smokers are to nicotine
Queens mommy, keep the skeletons behind me
Find me at universities scooping degrees with my mommy
Rap's profoundness, slouches I out and out diss
Skills be mountainous, so what you know about this?
Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee
Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen, players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Verse Three: Marquee
No wasting time, money bitch state of mind
We on top of shit, ain't the generous kind
Want to owning homes, money loan like the Rolling Stones
Corleones, staying blown off of flowing poems
Expanding, keeping Knots like Landing
Eating steaks and salmon thinking of ways to scamming
Damn if I ain't taking it, niggas flashing paper
Trying to real me in, but a snake and I'll partake in
Legal robberies, Henny flowing through my arteries
Cloud my vision, controlling every part of me
Official ties and links moves mind, body, and sinks
Don't talk before I think, distraught before you blink
Flawless performance, game enormous
Bet you never met a shorty with this endurance
Run with crime picks and fine chicks who specialize in mind tricks
You got a good man? You'd better watch him in '96
Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen, players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Verse Four: Lord Finesse
Lyrical invasions, blazing, got you gazing
So amazing, break down opponents like equasions
The stunning, weigh about a hundred eighty something
I see you coming, on your toes, kid, you lunching
Stop fronting, and trash that till you drop like a bad habit
I'll have you folding like a Craftmatic
Smooth as satin, this player's patented
Be in the Himalayan caverns with some chickens playing Sega Saturn
Keep papes like the amount won in sweepstakes
Guaranteed every year to take triple what the police make
Large, Fort Knox size, if I'm not rolling like a rock slide
I'm laying in the cut like peroxide
Colossal, soulful like gospels
Spiritual, so follow the Lord like apostles
I gots to clock dough, rock shows, I mock foes
Drop flows that's deep like ** potholes
Supreme being, the one you hear but rarely seeing
Out to hustle, strictly money like the Koreans
Out to pile money, that's my style sonny
While you foul honeys be lucky to get a Coke and a smile from me
Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee
Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen, players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Flamboyant (Big L)
Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone
My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down
Flamboyant baby, for life
We taking over, coming to a theater near you
Check it out, come on check it
Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight
Better watch me round your girl if you ain't ** her right
You damn playa haters never want to see me blow
Flamboyant Entertainment CEO
Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more
When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more
And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate
I never lounge where you find Jake
Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great
And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake
Run with me and I'm a make you a star
When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar
Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3
Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free
I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit
Selling niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit
I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock
Keep the gun cock, represent one block
139 nigga, the Danger Zone
We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome
I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine
Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time
We out, no doubt, you know how we do, Flamboyent for life
"Big L" "Corleone"
"A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother"
"Big L" "For real"
"Corleone is too advanced for y'all"
"Big L" "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real"
"Big L" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all"
Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever
Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style
They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes
Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks
Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed
And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks
With the machette, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie
I represent uno trece nueve
Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh
"Big L" "Corleone"
"A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother"
"Big L" "For real"
"Corleone is too advanced for y'all"
"Big L" "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real"
"Big L" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all"
"I leave mics torn" "Big L" (Repeat til fade)
Lies (Violent Femmes)
Well I'm reading this poem
and it's so profound
and I like its rhythm
and I like its sound
it's by a very famous poet
no critic can criticise
and then I pause a moment
and I start to realize
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
on the motel TV.
I dig the evangelist
he'll tell you all about that
and then he tell you all about this
he's preachin' up a storm
by the sea of Galilee
he's mixin' up the truth
with something funny I start to see
he's tellin'
lies lies lies
I never had this problem
with nobody in the government
I guess I always figured
they never mean what they meant
and GOD help us all
not to be so stone surprised
when we wake up in the stars
with the skies in our eyes
if we keep tellin'
lies lies lies
Poem For The People (Chicago)
If the people only knew
If they could visualize
Just open their eyes
Even stop to think about
If they could open their minds
They could get beyond
The world's a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny at all
Could the people understand
In only whispered screams
And colorless dreams
Could they finally comprehend
If they could suddenly see
And suddenly feel
The world's a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny at all
Je t'appartiens (Lara Fabian)
Assise ¨¤ ta place
Dans cette maison de glace
Je compte un ¨¤ un mes torts
Je vois ces carafes
remplies du vide
Qui transperce mon corps
Et toutes mes nuits se fondent
Jamais tes yeux ne tombent
De mon coeur qui succombe
À ton d¨¦part, mais...
Je t'appartiens
Comme l'orque et la mer ne font qu'un
Elles n'aiment qu'une seule fois
Puis s'¨¦chouent comme on se noie
Des projets, des r¨ºves
S'arrachent et j'en cr¨¨ve
Je ne vis plus, je meurs
M¨ºme en surface
Te voir, me glace
Et m'¨¦ventre le coeur
Et toutes les nuits se fondent
Dans tes bras une autre tombe
Je m¨¦prise m¨ºme son ombre
Et ton d¨¦part, mais...
Refrain
Elles n'aiment qu'une seule fois
(Po¨¨me 2)
Translation:
I Belong To You
I sit where you stood
Into these empty rooms
I wonder where we went wrong
I try to forget
Drink you out of my head
Still I can hear the sound
Here comes the dawn again
I lie awake in bed
This heart of mine has come undone
Because you're gone, still...
I belong to you
Like the sea and orca are one
They love only once
And then succumb on the shore
The dreams that we planned
Suddenly just end
How do I stay alive ?
I freeze in place
At the sight of your face
It's killing me inside
Here comes the dawn again
In your arms, another flame
I despise her every part of her
And your betrayal, still...
Chorus
They love only once
(2nd Poem)
Miles To Go (Del The Funky Homosapien)
This is the intro
I dent foes
and bend them and upchuck
send ya outta luck phukk
that shit is nasty
I blast the mc's who try to sneak past me
I'm dastardly
I scare 'em
dare 'em to maneuver
I'm smoother
I will prove to all your boys that I do the
psychotic plot if it's necessary
yes it's very down pat
now I'm tellin' brothers brown black lighter
fight for ya righta
I incite riots if they try that shit that happen in the 60's
I ain'ts the whimpee
I simply flip the whip that holds my flow
so no foes will know
what motivates me
I show no race see
(see) it's higher
conspiring on mc's who tire me with wackness
using metaphors breaking backs if it comes to that
'cause I'm the one who raps
fillin' gaps in the space
perhaps there's a space for me in the world of rap
your girl's on my lap
she's on the dilznick
I kill shit
the negative feels the musical sedative
and I'm ahead of them
[Chorus: "I'm goin' tha extra mile, and I bet you smile cause tha
texture's wild, yeahh. . .(Repeat X2)"]
I only give a little ittle blurb
if I prefer to confuse
now were you enthused
just by the way I play with syllables
and still I do work
cause I pursue jerks
'til they know I'm berserk
quick with my quirk like Dirk the Daring
you can spare me the tears I ain't caring
just preparing for Armageddon
ya head in
a guillotine
is sure to thrill a mean
motivation ?_____? placed in a casket
drastic
you'll get ya**kicked being placid
ask if I rips suddenly
I say what in the hell is you speaking
neva change my strange
way that I come about shit
but you doubt it
wanna dis the D-E then you see me and you shout if
I would come to you and screw you
you new crew
and you got the bitch with the mad voodoo
over niggas
because you know the vigor
that I use to abuse hoes
and foes
so get a
whiff of the splif that I'm puffin'
ya wanna step to me in the club
but I dubs
nothing (yeah)
[Chorus]
Represent (MC Eiht)
Intro:
G'yeah how we gon' get on this one? (Westside)
Uh my homey Bird in the house (N O T R in the house)
I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house g'yeah
And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)
To the West my Gz to the West
To your chest my Gz to your chest
We puttin it down
from block to block to scale this town
>From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be stored in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty**Mac 11's keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city
E's bringin you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I pound it on my chest
Compton is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?
"Get Revenge" is the motto
Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles
Representin
G'yeah come on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the West
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)
Homies, we're county bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the ground
** can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles that they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is this place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell mates
Tossed souls get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born
Musta been my destiny
Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me
To make a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin
We back again
Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm representin
G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
Compton all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)
Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in
hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If it's on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem
Put that down like James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I shot ya
Domes get delivered on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a tonne
Stomp and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to thank God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for life and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why everyday
sneaks around, to put the buck down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down
We clown on the daily
Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy
I'm representin
G'yeah (Hey, come on)
To the West, my Gz, to the West
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest
And we ain't sayin no names, uhh
Compton, uhh, g'yeah
Buck em down, buck em down
Buck em, brrrgh, uhh
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