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Roads Of Thunder (Shadow Gallery)

[A) EMPOWERED]
Are your deeds so really bad?
Your secret life untold
Please tell me
Just try me
But you say goodnight and shut me down until tomorrow
When you come to life again
And reveal just maybe
What's going on inside of you
The real you
Strange feeling
Right now I want to look you in the eyes
And tell you how I feel
I've lived the life of a lonely man
And I've traveled roads of thunder
Calling out to Heaven
Send your rain on down
Time has come to make my move
I want to join with you
I'm not powerless tonight
I'm tired of silent conversations
With a mystery
It's so strange
We both know
We've grown so close
It's like you're mine and I am yours
And that's where things go wrong
You're not meant to be invisible
Please speak to me with spoken words
And prove you're real
I never knew that I could feel with such conviction
And I just don't understand what separates our world
I've lived the life of a lonely man
And I've traveled roads of thunder
Calling out to Heaven
Send your rain on down
Time has come to make my move
I want to join with you
I'm not powerless tonight
What if I cross the line
And I show you I mean business
Prove that we're alike
And send some rain on down?
Seems to me in these busy days
It's not just what you say
You gotta turn it back on them and fight!
I feel my life turning pages at the mercy of the wind
There it is now
The course for me to take
Embed a virus in the system
Send their money flying to the ground
Financially restrained
The network down in flames
It's gonna take all that I know
But in the end they'll be mourning
Their system as it bleeds and dies
[B) VIRUS]
[C) POWERLESS]
I've lived the life of a lonely man
Now there's no more time for waiting
What I've gone and done
I sent the rain on down
What happens next is now up to you
You gotta make a move
Don't leave me powerless tonight
I really mean it we've got to talk
This is something you believe in
Calling out to Heaven
Send your line on down
Now you know that I'm on my own
I'm waiting by the phone
You're not powerless tonight

Lucie (Pascal Obispo)

Lucie, Lucie c'est moi je sais,
Il y a des soirs comme ça où tout...
s'écroule autour de vous.
Sans trop savoir pourquoi toujours

Regarder devant soi
Sans jamais baisser les bras, je sais...
C'est pas le remède à tout,
Mais 'faut se forcer parfois...

Lucie, Lucie dépêche toi, on vit,
On ne meurt qu'une fois...
Et on n'a le temps de rien,
Que c'est déjà la fin mais...

{Refrain: x2}
C'est pas marqué dans les livres,
Que le plus important à vivre,
Est de vivre au jour le jour.
Le temps c'est de l'Amour...

Même, si je n'ai pas le temps,
D'assurer mes sentiments...
J'ai en moi, oh de plus en plus fort,
Des envies d'encore...

Tu sais, non, je n'ai plus à cœur,
De réparer mes erreurs ou de,
Refaire c'qu'est plus à faire :
Revenir en arrière...

Lucie, Lucie t'arrête pas, on ne vit
Qu'une vie à la fois...
A peine le temps de savoir,
Qu'il est déjà trop tard...

{Refrain x2}
de l'Amour...

Mmmm, Lucie, j'ai fait le tour,
De tant d'histoires d'amour.
J'ai bien, bien assez de courage,
Pour tourner d'autres pages, sâche...

Que le temps nous est compté.
Faut jamais se retourner en se disant,
"Que c'est dommage,
d'avoir passé l'âge"

Lucie, Lucie t'encombre pas
De souvenirs, de choses comme ça.
Aucun regrêt ne vaut le coup
Pour qu'on le garde en nous...

{Refrain x2}
De l'Amour

Funworld (Mission Of Burma)

When you are young
They kick you in the head
And when you grow up, they're still ** with your head
And when I found out
What it was I didn't want
I start to run and
I start to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well
There a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
So when I was young
It didn't make any sense
And when I grew up
It made just as little sense
So when I found out
What it was I didn't want
I got new armour
And I started to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well
There a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
Funworld
Funworld

I Lost My Baby (Jean Leloup)

I lost my baby
I lost my darling
I lost my friends
I lost my mind

Pour une fille d'Ottawa
Grandie à Ste-Foy
D'un père militaire
Et d'une belle fille qui fut sa mère

Qui écoutait du country
Entre deux caisses de bière
Et partait le samedi
Pour un lac de Hawkesbury
Rejoindre la grand-mère
And all the family...
And all the family...

Ah je ne peux vivre sans toi
Et je ne peux vivre avec toi
Mais tu peux très bien vivre sans moi
Je suis foutu dans les deux cas

I lost my baby
...

Coup de fil de Jimi
Qui un jour tomba
Pour une fille d'Ottawa
Grandie je ne sais pas
D'un père pilote de l'air
Et d'une mère je ne sais quoi
Tous deux aimaient le cinéma

Nous sommes habitants de la Terre
Il y a des milliers de frontières
Quelqu'un existe dans l'univers
Pour quelqu'un d'autre et c'est la guerre

I lost my baby
...

Pour une fille d'Ottawa
Grandie à Ste-Foy
Et qui un jour tomba
Pour un chanteur po**ire
Grandi en Algérie assez **é merci
Et qui lui dit adieu je repars faire ma vie
À Hawkesbury

I lost my baby
I lost my baby
I lost my baby
I lost my baby
I lost my baby

Better Now (Big Mike)




featuring Devin the Dude, MC Breed

{Big Mike:}
It's been a 8 year spread and 4 baby mamas
Still ain't found no wife, all I found was drama
Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us?
Love, was it that or was it just lust?
**ed once, made love about a thousand times
Bought a crib, and all you could say was that the bitch was mine
Selfish thoughts, knew you was lookin for a backdo'
Think I'm kickin bullshit? I'm kickin fact, hoe
Fell for a pretty face, thick hips and bitty waist
Spent my time with you and all it gave me was a shitty taste
Played a game of chase from my town to yo hood
Runnin back and forward thinkin it was all good
I shoulda left you there, pretty face and sandy hair
Gave you the world and couldn't recognize a man that cared
Dick sucks with intentions just to get me sprung
Was it a game when you laid there swallowed my cum?
I was something dumb thinkin you were there for me
Played the game with both of my hands and never cared for me
But everybody plays the fool once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice

[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
It's better that I make a clean break with all my paper
It's better that I find another chick to take your place
It's best that you get your bitch-ass up out my face

{MC Breed:}
Met her when she was 19, brand-new
And she only went out in tight jeans, and could dance too
Burgers and fries, bout 30 lives, told to her
Game, sold to her, plus everybody knew her
What the business? Except I got kids for a witness
And you let her make a come-up like survival of the fittest
You a sucker for a pretty face, smile and a pussy
You a clown runnin round actin wild like a rookie
I know you know she got somebody else on the side
Came through with you while she was rollin in his ride
You know the rules, your bitch chose him, now keep your cool
A sucker for pleasure is just a full-grown fool
Now tell the truth, she's somethin you see walk around - woof
Had you done swooped and went and bought her**a coupe
Just a nigga with a brown nose, the town knows
Still come around swear he clown those
It's better that you find out

[Chorus]

{Devin:}
I wish I woulda known you was a crazy bitch
Before goin over to your house and layin some dick
I thought it wasn't nothin but a mutual nut
We **, I get mine, you get yours, we get up
But before I can get to my crib you hit my hip
Still ready to ** with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's big and it's bushy
Couldn't help but to backdo' that**again and again
Nut after nut, shit was cool, but then, you look, friends
Started dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
"What's up, nigga? - Bitch, when I see ya I'ma kill ya!"
It's better that I find another freak to take your place
One who won't have me dealin with a domestic case

[Chorus]

Multiply (Xzibit)

feat. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe **
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked**the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Buss My Gun (Bravehearts)

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 1]
Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air
Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then
Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on
I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's
nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
BraveHearted we stand nigga ** all yall

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 2]
Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch this niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm ? top soil get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three
See me, don't think cause I'm on tv
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one even for funds
I love cash, for loot, I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood
and I buss my guns for the one I love

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 3]
I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin for somethin
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints,shoot again these mutha**as don't make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas can't win, why
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake
They die, see my attitude, bust a
mutha**a for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
like ? them mutha**as take to tha streets
Them BraveHearts, shootin on these
mutha**in faggots
Go 'head nigga pull ya gun I'ma grab it then

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Hypocrite (Asian Dub Foundation)

Hypocrites! We gonna get inside your mind
Hypocrites! You will pay for your crimes
Hypocrites we're gonna bleed you dry
Your pockets will be empty but you won't know why

Redistribution is the name of the game
All the cash that you stashed man
We're gonna give away
Lizard man beware this is the digital under class
Coming from places that you've only seen from your car
Accountant, Lawyer, Financial advisor
PR consultant, Journalist, Advertiser
We know your game and you think that we're playing it
When the bill comes through the door you're gonna be paying it

Hypocrite! We gonna get inside your mind
Hypocrite! You will pay for your crimes
Hypocrite! We're gonna bleed you dry
You're pockets will be empty but you won't know why

ADF definitely without a doubt have the skills to pay the bills
The word is community
We shout it with impunity
It's so uncool
It's incendiary
No slogans, no sound bites, but a long term plan
Teaching is the frame work
Building chains of command
So when the lizard man sticks out his tongue
We pull out our scissors and do a hit and run
This is the digital underclass
Yes this is the digital underclass
ADF definitely without a doubt have the skills to pay the bills

All Tha Time (E 40)




[Featuring B Legit]
[E 40] Uhhhh.. UHHHH.. UHHHH! Ah? Ah?
[B Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E 40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E 40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B Legit] All Tha Time!
[E 40]
Might not know how to read and right but I do know Arm & Hammer
If the screen from a tweak of crack turns black that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his**out of town
I'm on the car key to ?spread terminal frequent? after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin me how much I been had to drink
and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three ain't no tellin how many skunk
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer
[B-Legit]
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two piece
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hustle on
I wonder if the chip in the next telephone
A bad mother**er for the butter n grits
and you niggaz need to know this shit
[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!
[E-40]
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six glocker
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
[B-Legit]
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the wall
[E-40]
I **s with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz you can't understand shit
then nigga you must got your mask on backwards
[B-Legit]
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that**
[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!
[B-Legit]
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish mother**er with the chips and bread
and enough, to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the ** you play
[E-40]
Check it out
It's bring yo' own bottle, cause I be likin
to get to perkin somethin awful
and compute that mother**er slurrin
talkin crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with Red Ledges
I'm tryin to get that fast quarter, ** a slow nickel
Run a smooth**operation without gettin caught in the pickle
Take my cool**on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
and turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop
[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!







T.I. vs T.I.P. (T.I.)

[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you shawty (Why?)
'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm just trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreactin' (Maaaan)
Look at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em; where the ** this shit come from?)
Or to a J.G. to your mama or D.P
Or somebody shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga ** you!)
You'd be a mother**in' fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you know this shit
Remember what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be tryin' me shawty)
Niggaz be tryin' you how?
Ay let them tell it, you was just another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but they be talkin' too loud)
Man you be listenin' too hard
Just pay these niggaz no attention and keep **in' they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggaz (Yeah) and smarter than these niggaz (Yeah)
More heart than these niggaz (Yeah)
Quit worryin' 'bout thses niggaz
(Ay man ** these niggaz I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at)
(But talkin' sideways behind my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you been so layed back)
(I wonder where lil' bad**Tip from back in the day at)
Man that nigga had to stay back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up shawty freeze Jack (What?)
"Lame" I'll never be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah good we go Ki's)
(That nigga from overseas back)
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don't believe that
You ain't listenin' is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil' girl
(Ay I know nigga they my kids too)
You know it's one false move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our**"one more time" and we ain't gettin' out
(I wouldn't say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunchline
Ay shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one time
(And I ain't made the same mistake twice since uh '99)
Please, boy stop don't get me started folk it's not the time
And let's just do this shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull shawty you is?
(Man you know Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, good credit and they own features
(And mine boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk
(And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk
(I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Ay but it is so important to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil' shall go to my head
(And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so ** the hatin')
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'?


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