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Hi It's Me, Christ (Emil Bulls)

Hi it`s me, Christ
This one goes out to all of you
Drawing board suckers, german hip hop wimps
and company bastards
Of course my little island not included
I just want to remind you
Your days are gone
My time has come
You are history
I`m the future
because
I`ll rise
I`ll rise

You sucker you will tumble down
And I´ll rise to the skies

Hi it`s me again
Are you bleeding now ? I`m sorry
I never wanted to hurt you
I just wanted to be as goddamn cool as you
Womanizing entertaining eloquent handsome
Living in grand style just dissing the whole planet
Over this planet
I rise
I rise

Nicole, Will You Marry Me? (Meade Skelton)

V1 Well I hear that youre doing well, You got the world your spell; A Red Carpet Vixen are you; Id do anything just to see you smile,
to talk with you just awhile, Id stick to you like glue; Youre a red-hot mama no denying that, Youre not too skinny, youre not too fat Oh what I wouldnt do for you to love me true, Now whats the use in saying?, you know Its not a game Im playing, so Nicole
Kidman this is what I ask of you

C: Nicole, will you marry me? Ive got personality- You know that you wont be sorry; Oh how happy wed be Wed dance all around The Star lit tree; Ive written out our whole love story; A redhead standing 5'10, Ill be your rooster if you be my hen; I cant deny a feeling this strong; Well I may be insane, but I cant get you out of my brain- Nicole Kidman Will You Mary me? You wont be sorry, Nicole Kidman Will You Marry Me?

V2: Now I may not be handsome that is true, But you can pretend Ive got money too;
Well sail around the world in my imaginary Yacht; Oh how I want you, cant you see, I cant Believe your beauty; Oh God, I really think you're Hot!; Ill sing silly love songs to your face; Ill dance with you all over the place;. If this aint love I dont know whats not-- Well Ive got it bad for you; Hey Mamma, you know its true, why dont you come see just what it is Ive got-----------

Modulation

C: Nicole, Will You Marry Me? Ive got personality You know you wont be sorry; Oh, how happy wed be, wed dance around the Star lit tree; Ive written out our whole love story; A redhead standing 5'10, Ill be your rooster if you be my Hen; I cant explain how much the feeling is strong; Well Ive waited so long for you to Get rid of Tom- Nicole Kidman will you marry me? Marry me Nicole Kidman, Nicole Kidman Will you Marry Me- you know you wont be sorry- Nicole Kidman...... Will You Marry Me?

The Water Is Wide (James Taylor)

The water is wide,
I can't cross over,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.

There is a ship
And she sails the sea.
She's loaded deep,
As deep can be.
But not so deep
As the love I'm in,
I know not how I sink or swim.

Oh love is handsome
And love is fine,
The sweetest flower
When first it's new.
But love grows old
And waxes cold
And fades away like Summer dew.

Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I,
And both shall row, my love and I.

O Waly, Waly (Sarah Brightman)

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath'ring flowers both fine and**,
A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I leaned my back against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.

A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in;
I know not if I sink or swim.

O, love is handsome and love is fine,
And love's a jewel while it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,
And fades away like morning dew.

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

Twist In My Sobriety (Tanita Tikaram)

All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear

In the morning I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I'll never hear you
And never do what you say

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

We just poked a little pie
For the fun people had at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free

I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

Cup of tea, take time to think, yea
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light

Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

U Would If U Could (Mystikal)

I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash
Bitch, whats happenin
Start shit but dont take it
Pull it out, put it on your ass
Some of y'all niggaz still got the game ed up this year
But I ain't gonna have it
Tryna talk about anotha muthaa on a record
And the bitch aint got no cabbage
Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture
Dont think you can put out whateva you want
And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha
Imma find out where ya hang at
Where ya old lady live and what time you be there
Go scope out ya ride
Follow ya to work and bring that heat
Duck and whooo! from this in fool
Monkey see, monkey do nigga
So you cant be the man right chea too
Theres none afta this
Not anotha livin M.C. as hazardous
And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous
Keep em off my back
Wheneva they comin I bring that double
In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love
Its gonna be trouble
These niggaz here get ya name bent
Washed up anybody yall sent
Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line
I put em in they place every time they nut up
Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies
Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up
Get up! Come here!
Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here
Im four and none here
Dont have me to bring up the shit I've done here
Reach blazin temperatures
So please come wit ya sun gear
Whoop the sleeves off of muthaas that try to run in here
Serious look on my face
And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists
These niggaz dont want my trouble
But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit

Chorus:
(Tryna sound like me)
U would if U could nigga
U would if U could
(Tryna be like me)
U would if U could nigga
U would if U could nigga
(You wanna do what I do?)
U would if U could nigga
U would if U could nigga
(You wanna take my style?)
U would if U could nigga
U would, but U cant, so U aint!

From the moment that i slid in the door
They know I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor
But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore
Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with
If you jump in the water
Then yabetta throw up before i start ballin
And if you eva with what I be recording
Imma flush you down the toilet
And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike
Imma throw you in the gutter
I cant be scared these niggaz
And they disrespect me cuz im from New Orleans
We dont play that shit
When these niggaz and they really want me to get started
Make it painful cuz I dont think so
I be bustin til I cant
Thats what I where that tank for
Hittin with the speed of Roy Jones Jr.
And the strength of Iron Mike Tyson
Triflin, exciting, well precise
And I gotta let em know that I still been right
You talk on me strong
Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry
Count if you wanna
Hope you think cuz you little I wont jump on ya
You betta remember that
When you be droppin that bullshit
You lucky I'm in a good mood right now
But I'm lettin you know how it could get
If I was the preacher
Yall niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit
If I was you I'd leave me alone
Cuz bitch I aint nothin to fool with
But if it is on ya mind
You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it
I get so vivid
I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if I could
You understand my platinum
Then up my raps, semi tracks
No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack
I'll over you, yea
I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass
**in they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad

Chorus & talking til fade

Your Pops Don't Like me (Nick Cannon)

Oh, females dads be trippin' for real
I mean, I'm a player with ma, right
And see what had happened was
I was hollerin' at this chick in front of the 99 cent store
Well, here's the whole story

She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week
At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty
She paged me to come over the mall
So I smashed in the crib, bumpin', can't walk {Oh, boy}
With the doo rag on {Yo', boy}
When she sang that song she turnin' me on
If would have known her pops was home
Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone
But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin'
Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks
Rang dang when he came with the questions
Boy, you were young and how knowin' for the Lexus
I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records
Nah, once again, I ain't got a jail record
It's Nick Cannon, the cat you ain't used to
The Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they
stilettos
6-7-8 wanna make us wait
They wanna date, gotta ask pops
You a grown woman, all that need to stop
At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not
You daddy's little girl that he love a lot
Well, he don't know about that tat you got, huh
Nah, I'm playin' I'm just rockin'
Shorty ?? probably hooked up
Probably teach you how to move in those ??
Cut to the next day and a half
Called the crib and your dad hung up on my a**

Is it cause of the blunt, ma (He don't like me)
Or is the watch, ma (He don't like me)
Cause I'm pushin' a drop, ma (He don't like me, like me)
Yo', pops (He don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

Is it cause I make more money than him
He be jonesin', those films ain't funny to him
Or is it cause I keep the block hot with Bonnie and them
Rims, inches on my Benz, yeah, 20 of them
Now I'mma fullback gettin' the win
Last time I called back, he picked up again
Tone-Loc he saw that, my devilish grin
Lettin' you know that the young Black Elvis is in
I ain't stuntin' your pops, yo', I ain't frontin' your
pops
Gonna have me straight huntin' your pops, nah
Don't wanna Roy Jones your pops
Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
Close the door, lock out your pops
We on a roll now, sugar, I ain't bout to stop
Don't care if he try to kick me out your house
Do you understand the words that are comin' out of my
mouth

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

Is it cause I'm handsome (He don't like me)
Keep the ladies dancin' (He don't like me)
Cause my house is a mansion (He don't like me, like me)
Yo', pops (He don't like me)

Is it cause of the corn rolls (He don't like me)
Or is it my hormones (He don't like me)
The Gs and the bank roll (He don't like me, like me)
Yo', pops (He don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don't like me)
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don't like me)
I don't really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter

I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
Where did he come from, tell me

Sideshow (Featuring Mistah F.A.B., Too Short) (Whitney Houston Featuring Faith Evans & Kelly Price)

A yo Trax let me see what you got
I don't rap the beat don't lie.
I need base, make it fast, every girl in the play shakin' ass
Yea that's, that bayshit.
Give it to her good that pussy stay wet.
I know what you want bitch.
You hooked on slap, you want that funk shit.
Well holla at Traxamillion, but don't fall in love and start catchin' a feeling,
He won't love you back, why would he.
He flipped her during had a sideshow in her pussy.
We won't stop doing donuts,
Nothing's gonna change when the police show up.
Burning rubber in the streets of Oakland..bitch!!
What are you smokin?

[Chorus]
Go dumb, go dumb at the sideshow....what are you smokin? (x4)

The sideshow, they wanna shut us down.
While we swang something in every corner of the town
Police mad, the streets are wild.
3 o'clock in the morning and the beats is loud.
Man, it don't stop, won't stop. near wood
Somebody gonna swang something in e'ery hood.
They profound wit coolest things.
Now a days niggas would swang anything.
Boxes, Buicks, buckets of Chevy's.
Driving hella fast like Mario Andretti.
100 down the block on the other side.
Only time they slow down when they ghost ride,
When they hop out the car, walk and steer.
And then thizz face. like they sippin bitter beer.
The sideshow 2006, ain't nothing like it was when richie rich.

[Chorus]
Go dumb, go dumb at the sideshow.... what are you smokin? (x4)

Carrighfergus (Loreena McKennitt)

I wish I was in Carrighfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Only for nights in Ballygrant

But the sea is wide, and I can't swim over
Neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over to my love and die

Now in Kilkenny, it is reported
They've marble stones there black as ink
With gold and silver I would transport her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink

I'm drunk today but I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over
Come all you young lads and lay me down

I wish I was in Carrighfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrant.

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