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Listen YEN ING TAWANG ONO LINTANG - MANTHOUS


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Future Days (Thompson Twins)

(chorus)
HERE'S TO FUTURE DAYS (OH FUTURE DAYS)
HERE'S TO FUTURE DAYS (OH OH)
(REPEAT CHORUS X 3)
I'm sick and tired of repeating history
Of waving flags that don't mean much to me
Black versus white, women versus men
The power of the dollar and the price of yen
I'm sick and tired of payaing for the sins
Of fathers and the mothers and the pushers and the shovers
But most of all the Lord about us
Who made this stupid mess we're in
(REPEAT CHORUS)
We have a vision of a better time
Where we all live in grace and pride
And everyone will have their say
And know they're part of the future way
We have a dream of heaven on earth
Where we all work together and know our worth
Where joy and laughter and love and affection
Will keep us movin' in the right direction
(CHORUS X 5 TO FADE)

Love Of My Life (Cowboy Mouth)

The love of my life is a shady lady, tearing me up just to bring me down
She used to be calm, but now she's crazy
I don't mind
Tearing me down like a jungle monkey, cutting me up like a jungle cat
She used to be fine, but now she's funky
I don't mind
She's not the love of my life anymore
The love of my life takes my lunch to breakfast,
nary a thought that a man might starve
She used to smoke dope, but now she's X-ing
I don't mind
Tearing me down with a full length mirror,
praying for death while her beauty fades
She'll go anywhere any man will lead her
I don't mind
She's not the love of my life anymore
I hurt - you walk
There ain't no looking for an answer when the question's come and gone
I'll stay - you'll go
There ain't no hoping for tomorrow, so I'll pack up all my sorrow and find
some hope that I can borrow
I'm just tryin' to save my sanity and soul

I Won't Be Your Yoko Ono (Dar Williams)

I wonder if Yoko Ono
Ever thought of staying solo
If she thought of other men and
If she doubted John Lennon
Worrying that he'd distract her art

Sitting in the Apple sessions
Giving John her music lessons
Challenging the warring nations
With her paper installations
Did she guard her Yoko human heart

Well, they could talk about me
Yeah, they could talk about me
Throw me to the velvet dogs of pop star history
But I won't be your Yoko Ono
If you're not good enough for me

Some will give their love for fashion
Others trade their gold for passion
I don't have the goods to start with
Never had the reins to part with
Still, I hope you take me seriously

'Cause I think I could go
Deep as the sea of Yoko
You don't know a person like me
I could sell your songs to Nike
And for all you know
I could save your soul
As only true love can change your mind
Make you leave your screaming fans behind

When John called the wind an opera
Making love with every chakra
When he said her voice would carry
And when he whispered old Chuck Berry
Only then would Yoko set him free

Fame will come and vanish later
Transcendental love is greater
I think if we had this somehow
We'd be feeling famous right now
We'd be saying love is all you need

And they could rag about me
Yeah, they could rag about me
Throw me to the velvet dogs of pop star history
But I won't be your Yoko Ono
If you're not good enough for me

Oh, no... and I won't be your Yoko Ono
If you're not good enough for me...

Biz Is Goin' Off (Biz Markie)

"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz beatboxes a scale, repeating the last note*}
"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz: BOOM, ah one two, ah one two - followed by clicks*}
"I'm the {?} most honored, storied, sound of soul!"
{*Cool V scratches: "Go off, go off!"*}

[Verse One]
Hey to everybody and, people that say partyin
It's time to hear a funky rhyme from me the Biz Markie again
As I just display 'em, the way I like say 'em
The stutter steppin style that I use to amuse and HEY
I'm the original, hellified king-ing
For freaky sound, for throwin down, and you know that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do
Like {*ah-oww-oww WAHHAZOOW, boom, ah one two*}
I keep the people cheerin, because of what they hearin
Movin and groovin, to a devestatin sound that's glarin
Because they're in the mood for me
The B-I-Z the Emmezah-Emmezah-A-R-K-I-E
The party rippin, never trippin, king of crowd pleasin
I can turn it out without a doubt in any season
I entertain crowds, a million and thous'
Homeboys makin noise, as I do browse through a girl's blouse
Say the funky rhyme to make the girls get **
I can turn it out, with different sounds on my record
That I say give 'em, as y'all exault the rhythm
The magnificent record maker of Prism

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz {*"Go off, go off!"*}

[Verse Two]
Ha ha ha ha ha! Check out this bizarre
Rappin style used by me, the B-I-Z
Emm-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein
A brother ain't a brother unless he is say like G'n
Up with his technique and, keep the people freakin
Like me the Biz Markie because my style is so unique and
Guaranteed to rock the mic with rhymes that I say
I'm just as good as Clint Eastwood, so won't you make my day
Markie the original, yes I am the boss
And I can rock the microphone for you and yours
Go {*boom, ah one two*} 'til my voice is hoarse
Then take a pause, annnd you know, of course
I can rock a party, with so much force
I'm the greatest entertainer Marley came across
Puttin pictures in photomat to give 'em a gloss
And I don't eat spaghetti without the meat sauce
Whether Ragu, Prego, Hunt's or Aunt Millie
You wanna get dissed? Then try to get illy
with me the inhuman, because I'm like boomin
Reagan is the Pres, but so was Harry Truman

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Now! I make rhymes, each and every day
And always seem to come up with somethin fresh to say
In January, February, March April May
And the other seven months of the year, but anyway
Hey, feel the lay okay, here's a rhyme I must display
When I'm finished you be in it sayin HIP HIP HOORAY!
I will be an emcee, 'til I'm old and grey
And I can even rock the mic with tooth decay, decay
Yo - ladies of the 80's know that I'm the
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I say with an E
You know me, and my man Big Daddy
I can't forget, Cutmaster Cool V
And my partner, my best friend TJ Swannie
Rockin the mic would say most definitely
So listen don't be missin, I will never be dissin
I just rock the mic, and always have discipline
Listen to the brother ain't no other you discover
I rock up the mic just like if I'm, your, mother!

"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz beatboxes a scale, repeating the last note*}
"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz: BOOM, ah one two, ah one two - followed by clicks*}
"I'm the {?} most honored, storied, sound of soul!"
{*Cool V scratches: "Go off, go off!"*}

[repeat 6X to fade]
Go Biz Mark! Go Biz Mark! Go Biz go Biz go Biz Mark!

Peace, Prosperity And Paper (A Tribe Called Quest)




Chorus:

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum
(repeat 2X)

Verse One: Q-Tip

We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis
Y'all can be my witnesses
That a fella fascination with money has grown
To the point that he will shit on his own
We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic
A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic
But the money doesnt come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it
We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion
Some cats go about it with too much passion
We got to mediate our greedy levels
Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil
Gotta recognize it, realize the power
that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour
Man can be greater than the thing he creates
See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can sc**
Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt
But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount
That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count
So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts
To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing
I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word)
But the only way we can truly reach that goal
Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
It's like that

Chorus

Verse Two: Phife

Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest
Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it
Come on son, never leave your mic round me
True MC for real ask my man Shaheed
Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for
Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore
With all that AIDS stuff going round
Tell me how that sound
Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound
Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore
But see hip-hop's my bread butter
Cause that's what I get paid for
See this is what I wanted
Allah helped me to get it
And if the beat is wicked
You know Malik will rip it
From the bottom of my heart
Thats where the love starts
The love for breakdancing
My love for the art
And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul
A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold
Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras
But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya
Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way
From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ
With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word
Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb
One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help
Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self
The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes
Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon
I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter
Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada
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My Life (Foxy Brown)

Nigga uh..Yeah..
Nigga uh.. Let's take a look into my life
See what I feel
At the age of 14
Introduced to coups
Learnin' how to seduce niggas
Takin' their loot
Quickly
Got involved with this money like that
The finer things those kind of things
Power money cars and diamond rings
The nice gravy flaunt it
The gucci groups with the G's on it
A high price for this high price life
While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just to spite?
And if you only knew I hold my mace and knife
She burned her with the hands could hold me right
My girls ain't same guess it's since the fame
Bitches smile in my face then throw dirt on my name
Mad 'cause I made it
Now friends intimidated
Hate it that I'm in the same game as them with more fame than them
They know who they are this life is no joke
I was happier broke
It was my sister
We used to dream together
How we could make it real big
Do our thing together
Thelma and Louise together, remember them days?
The niggas we played
Now we don't even speak
Went our separate ways
Separate lives
Lost friendship for pride
Playin' a game about to forfit
High prices life- I can't aford it
[Chorus]
My life
Do you feel what I feel?
My life
The black girls are they in my life?
Do you see what I see?
Have you been where I been?
Can you go where I go?
My life
Do y'all know what it feels like?
Do y'all know how it be like?
Do you see what I see?
Have you been where I been?
Can you go where I go?
Uh.. daddy's girl
In his wildest dreams
Did he think that little Ing
Would be the illest in this rap thing?
Age 4- in my mother's shoes swore I could sing
And even as a little girl
I was doin' my thing uh
Confused, I ain't ask to be born
Nigga's so dumb shoulda used a condom
Ask mommy every day when daddy gonna come?
But he never showed up
I repent for them
Became demented then
Men? Resented them
Just the scent of them made me hurl
Especially the baller ones tryin' to buy my the pearls
All I needed was love, all I wanted was love
Lack of love had me fall for thugs
The niggas who didn't care just like Dad
If he didn't care, why should they?
For this high priced life this is the price I pay
[Chorus]
With my girls across the world
I feel what I feel
Hearts bruised then
Been where I been keep it movin'
Let him do his thing
I'm the one he's lovin'
I'm here to show y'all that havin a kid ain't meanin' nothing
That won't keep him
Especially if he's in love with another chick
Then you stuck with the baby mother shit
Don't be lovin' niggas more than yourself
Let them roam
A dog will always finds his way home
Shit, y'all don't wanna take my place
Catchin' cases
Spittin' in faces I've never seen
Falsely accused
By some say it's rude
But if I was a dude they'd all be amused
But I'm a woman so I'm a bitch
Simple as that
Double standards
Call him a mack, call me a ho
Say I'm in it for the dough
But tell me, what the ** he in it for?
Wanted it all now it's all mine
Lonliness, sorrow, confusion and pain
Nightmares, headlines- rapper found slain
If it wasn't for my mom I'd drown in this pain
Now y'all see what it's like
Y'all don't wanna be me
'Cause it ain't always what seems on TV
Shit, but this is my 9 to 5 y'all
Sometimes I wanna slit my wrists and end my life y'all
[Chorus]
Nigga uh, nigga uh
[To Fade]

Someday (Michael W. Smith)

Words & Music:Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick

**ual harassment - nuclear reactors
Natural disasters from here to L.A.
Drug importers
New World Order
Wars over borders
Murder on the subway

The social classes - high rise of taxes
Diplomats are passive with a promise again

Talk of recession - people in depression
Dow Jones, bank loans, the Japanese yen

Chorus 1:
I wait for Kingdom come
When love will be here to stay
It will change us everyone
Someday, someday

Violence in the movies
Drive-by shootings
Rioting and looting
With the boys in the hood

Cults and religions
Deadly premonitions
Fiery oppositions
Evil battling good

AIDS awareness
Temporary marriage
Pro-life, pro-choice
Roe v Wade

Ethics and the media
Tabloid T.V.
The Kennedy Conspiracy
The Trial of O.J.

Chorus 2:
I wait for Kingdom come
When love will be here to stay
It will change us everyone
Someday, someday
There peace will make a stand
and the anger will fall away
We'll see the lion with the lamb
Someday, someday, someday

Chorus 2

Verno Pseto (The Edsels)

Kada budem mator nikakav i celav
i kad ne budem vredan pola lose strofe
kada bele miseve pojurim po stolu
kada budem gotov blizu katastrofe

Kad ne budem vredan po lule duvana
kad zaglavim negde u poslednjoj rupi
i kad postanem covek sa hiljadu mana
onda budi prava, onda me pokupi

Ref. 2x
Imaces na kraju
kada prodje sve to
ono sto si htela
svoje verno pseto

Stavi me u toplo polako me leci
citala si kako zivotinje krote
lekovi nek' budu pogledi i reci
iscedices valjda koju kap dobrote

Kad opet od mene napravis coveka
i kada me spases od ljudi i buke
ostacu sa tobom do kraja svog veka
spreman i da lizem so iz tvoje ruke

Ref. 3x

Ai Xian Shui (Emil Chow)

AI XIANG SHUI
JIE SCHIANG NI
REN BU TSCHU WO TIE SING - TSE TSI
SCHANG LE SING
JOU SIE SCHE JIE JOU GOA TSCHÜ
SCHING HAN TONG
TONG DE BU SCHIAN TSAI TSOA - TSE TSI
JIE HUEI TONG
TSING I TSCHÜ
JIEN NI TSING

HEN SCHIANG NI
JIE BU SCHE ING HUEI SCHE TSCHÜ NI
AI LE NI - YUN TZIN HOA TSCHÜEN SING TSCHÜEN LI
NI SCHENG TSI
TSE HUEI TSE I TSE Ü SCHIANG JÜ
TING NAN LAN - NAN TZEI SCHÜ
NAN TSAI SCHI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
TSEN TSING SCHEN TSI
NI GEI LIAU SCHEI

HEN SCHIANG NI
JIE BU SCHE ING HUEI SCHE TSCHÜ NI
AI LE NI - YUN TZIN HOA TSCHÜEN SING TSCHÜEN LI
NI SCHENG TSI
TSE HUEI TSE I TSE Ü SCHIANG JÜ
TING NAN LAN - NAN TZEI SCHÜ
NAN TSAI SCHI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
WO JU KE MIEN DUEI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
TSEN TSING SCHEN TSI
NI GEI LIAU SCHEI

Crying (Don McLean)

I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while
But when I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight
When you stopped to say "Hello"
And though you wished me well, you couldn't tell

That I'd been cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Then you said "so long". left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying, crying cry-i-ing
It's hard to understand that the touch of your hand
Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you but it's tru-ue, so true
I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do-o-o-o
For you don't love me and I'll always be

Cry-i-i-i-ng over you, cry-i-i-i-ng over you
Yes, now you're gone and from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, cry-i-i-ing
Yeah crying, crying, o-o-o-o-ver you


Transcribed by Robin Hood


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