Listen doctor I have pain
that grows inside myself
shelf me please
I just can't ease the pain
I need some drugs to help
ah pollution fills my lungs
and convolution fills my mind
ah my legs do ache
I contemplate
that living's less than fine
my spine does tingle
when I think of being
freed from this curse
but what is worse I feel
life is a bubble
blown until it's burst
oh doctor I am desperate
to get rid of this feeling
oh doctor I am desperate
for some good soul healing
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when heaven falling from the sky
to make you high to make you high
Doctor I am feeling better
what was that you sang
did you write it or recite it
or just steal it from a band
ah my bones are feeling stronger
and my spirit's feeling fresh
ah that dose of 145 has put the life
back in my breath
yes yes yes' the doctor said
then he sat me down and say
young man don't think I wrote
these chords they're written in
your brain'
and when you hear them
there's a shakedown that begins within
the mind
cos these three chords make people
feeling better all the time ah
they keep repeating
like a scratch on a cd
but it's quality cos these three harmonies
breed positivity
protecting against insanity
of modern insecurities
believe me when I tell you
all you need is to be hearing all that
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when they said what and you said why
to make you high to make you high
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
when you could not count to pi
when you're told you can't fly
to make you high to make you high
times like these you need some
One four five .... hhhuuummnn
Leave Me (Unsung Zeros)
Spending time
In not so obvious places
Where no one would search for me
A little dose
Of ambivalence in attitude
As to the trends of the places
I should be
Please don't leave me
Don't tell me there's not time for me
Cause I used to be your best friend
Taking a trip down a road I've been before
These crazies want to change their personalities
For things that I deplore
The rationale of your average trendsetter's pretty hip
But the rationale of those who follow for the crowd's
Just shit
Heartsick (My Ruin)
Late night catechism speaks me to sleep
A lethal dose of narcissism conquers the beast
I can't remember how I got my last scar
THE BIBLE TELLS US JESUS...
WAS A ROCKSTAR
A PRAYER UNDER PRESSURE
Of violent ANGUISH
A PRAYER UNDER PRESSURE
Of violent ANGUISH...
Early mourning exorcisms keep me awake
Seven stars surround me as I burn like a saint
I can't remember why my knees are so sore
THE BIBLE TELLS US MARY...
WAS A WHORE
A PRAYER UNDER PRESSURE
Of violent ANGUISH
A PRAYER UNDER PRESSURE
Of violent ANGUISH...
There once was a GIRL and she SUFFERED from sickness
MOUTH was DISTORTED from RAZOR SHARP KISSES
TRIED to PRETEND it was all in her MIND
But I KNOW her VOICE...when I hear MINE
GOD are you listening? I hear you in my room
As hot as the MOON on the TENTH day of JUNE
There's no sleeping for me, I'm LOOSING MY FAITH
LOVE is not safe in a WORLD filled with HATE
HEART SICK
I'M SICK
Still SICK
MY HEART IS SICK
Play The Ace (Overkill)
Fair haired lady and the suicide king
Kill the brother of the one eyed jack
Two side of shady as the angels sing
That the jack aint coming back
Double down hide as the preacher folds
And you sweat right out of your clothes
Aces higher than the suicide king
With a pair right under his nose
Dead pan, poker face, where you lie
The angels sing the same
Hey man, choker taste where you die
Carving out your given name
Drive a spade right through your heart
Or a chance just being alive
Is it murder, right handed, art
Is it real or all contrived
God help you
All bets are taken, this table is closed
While outside theyre shaking him out of his clothes
Its a disgrace
Get down on the dead
They been taking over the graveyards
You gotta play the ace
Get down on your head
Its been overriding the good cards
Gotta play the ace
Green-eyed monster got the twinkle right
Got the evil in his eye
One sick as a dog looks a little tight
He cant breathe, he gonna die
As you pound your fist in anger
Words sharper than a blade
But the green-eyed monster is a sure mother**er
As he plays I tout in spades
God help him
All bets are taken, this table is closed
While outside theyre shaking him out of his clothes
Its a mistake
Blame it on the dead
They been taking over the graveyards
Play the ace
Blame it on your head
Its been overriding the good card
Play the ace
See it, raise it, call it, show
In a sinners room of liars
In the all time hell bound race
And the devil, hes on fire
As the band played on the ace
The ace
See it, raise it, call it, show
The dead sit lifeless in the chair they chose
Its a national disgrace
The green-eyed monster got a real bad dose
As the band played on the ace
Play the ace
Play the ace
Play the ace
Play the ace
Play the ace
Lava (Emil Bulls)
Here I lie on a bed of ice
Under a sheet of broken glass
Watching out for demons that may rise
Echoes from inside
Vacuum in my head
I get on my knees to pray for a virgin day
Let the sweetest things collide
My girl her kiss and I will be ready to start life
Please open the skies
There`s nothing more helpless irresponsible and depraved
Than me in the depths of an alcohol binge
I never learned to say no
So I pass out once more
These self inflicted wounds will heal so I increase the dose again
Oh right here I feel safe sober and clean
Open the skies ...
Can't You See? (Total)
(featuring The Notorious B.I.G.)
You just don't know what you do to me...
Rap by Notorious B.I.G.:
Give me all the chicken heads
From Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis, doses
Blends and Bends like Twizzlers
Biggie's fitting to hurt
What's under that skirt?
(Slow down, n*gga, you're killin 'em)
Who fillin 'em with octane?
Got 'em gassed up
'Bout to get blast up, sup
The last one, word to your mother
Brother, listen
I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way
Made his body shake
The high tide it 8 50 I's smoke tank
Rap terror whore crow and terror, true
Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous
Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous
My rap's rhymes is like land mines
One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room
To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click
Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your sh*t
Verse 1:
In the middle of the day now baby,
I seem to think of only you.
Never thinking for a moment baby,
That you'd be thinking of me too, yeah.
So I can't wait for the day,
That we can be together,
I can't let you walk away.
Oh, can't you see, you and me,
Were meant to be, oh baby,
And there's nothing left to say.
Chorus:
Oh baby can't you see,
What you do to me?
Our love was meant to be,
You were meant for me.
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
Every time I see you,
I get this feeling, oh yeah.
Telling me you are the one,
Oh, what a feeling.
I can't wait for the day,
That we can be together,
I can't let you walk away.
Oh, can't you see, you and me,
Were meant to be, oh baby,
There's nothing left for me to say.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
You take me away, so far away,
Oh what you do to me, oh, oh.
I wanna be alone together,
Somewhere just you and me, oh, oh.
Repeat Chorus to fade
Our love was meant to be,
Our love was meant to be.
(Repeat to fade)
The Worst (Onyx)
featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1
wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)
[Raekwon]
eh yo
staircases to stage now major waves tanktop
nautica flippin your daughter 30 ways
yeah who want mine bent outta shape one time
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
watch my shit shit niggaz in the back wigs lit
you know the stats god niggaz in the back backs lit
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga **in with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
you knock this, bust a shot
don't miss, you better knock this
(x-1 while out and watch this
til your eyes turn red with blotches
eatin scraps out the garbage
unload a cartridge and bust a cap
x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
bitches **in for free, is outta the quest
blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
i cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on
keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
from here to battery parts)
Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
first things first man, your **in with the worst (x3)
You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man
[Suave]
still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
splash your class, mash your staff
what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee
full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your**
tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
[Killa Sin]
we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists
wu build like construction and bang like precusion
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
Chorus x2
[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)]
(holy shit, who the ** is that)
it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)
and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
(because it's the new year, time for some new shit
nowadays rappers dyin over music)
dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
home on the range
(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
(8-ball in the corner pocket)
we snatch wallets off the white college
the big apple forever rotten
now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
(so what the bullet clot)
pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother **ers
my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers
turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
enough said, let's make whole **in town read
(and rip their whole crew to a shread
i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love
(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
we throw slugs (you ain't no thug
i earn every god damn penny that i got
son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible
i wish a nigga with wood, would try to **in
jack me, i'll murder you)
Chorus
wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)
Born 2 Live (O.C.)
Like the dead end kids we used to play in the streets
Never worryin about grief football spelled relief
Ronnie ? was the coach for us
see he taught us to play almost every single day OK
Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon
My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few
with Sha rone he's bad to the bone Boo's little sidekick
And a badass mouth he used to feist it on Harmon Street
with Zach Leo and Ed
Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes
Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right
At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight
Still, not realizin we had love, it showed
when we played, no phony charades against
one another, now while I write this song
It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone
* Chorus * (4X)
We're born to live, a life to die
Life's so damn short and I wonder why
As kids, you're overlookin death
It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious
It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal
Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like
ridin your skateboard, or bicycle
And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By far, we got a dose that life was hard
A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car
Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and
death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street
He just received an award
for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus
He didn't even get to see the summer set in
Dyin all young at the age of seven
It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak
As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it
* Chorus *
Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was
how close you are.. like a star
Real deep it takes time to heal
And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive
and let him know you forgave
But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave
What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you
he'd do it for old time's sake, damn
I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin
Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin
My life flashed like big bills of cash
and good times we had, now it's all so sad
One of my childhood pals hit the road
When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code
But in this case, who knows what went down?
Bottom line is wishin that he still was around
Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy
Mike, know you're trapped inside of me
And every other brother in Bushwick
Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click
Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest
Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best
* Chorus *
We're born to live (4X)
Like that y'all
Back Again (Rappin' 4 Tay)
Get a dose of my brand new twist
For your tape or compact disc
I'm no man when I'm off the indo
With a proper tempo and an instrumental
I get so sick my homies know this
So kick on back because a player wrote this
Type a rap you know the beat is phat
And when I leave the party homies said you did that
It's a bay thing an everyday thing
You do your thing and I'll do my thing
I take the mic I like to rip it up
And if you call my bluff I'm like "Nigga what?"
I am the rapper, 4-Tay
Don't crowd me fool because your in my way
I gotta run you over, hit the gas
Buck in the next lane on that**
I bet you never thought I had the capability
It's ninety-foe and I know that you feel me
Fools are comin way too ill-iac
But a gang a the fools is comin way too w**
I'm a drop another one for ninety-five
But it's ninety-foe 4-Tay has arrived
Fresh out the lab a little dab
Hit the sucka with a right then a jab
Callin the kayo misscomayayo
Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco
Now I'm off a that dank and gin, oh shit 4-Tay is back again
Chorus: Now I'm off a that dank and gin, (Foe baby where you been)
Oh shit 4-Tay is back again, In the studio clockin ends
(x2)
Somebody hold me hold me, I'm getting hyper
A secretary couldn't fade me on a typewriter
All these concepts and new arrivals
For ninety-foe I'm dropping fourteen titles
Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this
Still guaranteed to move yo hips
So do what cha wanna girls get sassy
Oh get to talkin bout oooooh that's nasty
What's nasty the way you dancin
Shakein you pants and
Niggas be glancin
Don't blame it on the Rag Top mob
Your just doin your thing I'm doin my job
To a faster pace I lace the beat nicely
Once again friends it's so spicy
Finger lickin, never getting caught up no mo
Suckas wanna see me stretched out on death row
Instead of rockin every crowd that I run into
But they can't fade me and sure can't fade you
From Frisco to Oaktown dank is smokin
Vallejo to San Jo niggas choking
I'm a do my part don't fight the feelin
Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
Chorus (x2)
All We Need (Kelly Willis)
We take this life and each day we try
And we all believe, but we can't agree
you get the life you choose
but nothing you can use
We could pray all day, but things won't change
And it's all we need to make us believe
Don't fight- You'll soon never win
So Try- You'll soon give in
But why- you'll never know something you'll never know
Hate- You can't believe
Wait- We'll never see
Change- A little less tragedy
Is all we need
We choose to hide, what burns inside
We isolate and recriminate
We all want something more
A life worth fighting for
Gets washed away
Cause things wont change
We all go to a place we hide
You want out wanted dead or alive
It's Your life your philosophy
It's your dose of reality
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