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Also, this by Colin Hay:


Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It's just that times are lean

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

:)


e2a: here's the version i meant - probably my favorite thing on scrubs ever!

 
If you would sit
Oh so close to me
That would be nice
Like it's supposed to be
If you don't I'll slit your throat
So won't you please be nice
If you would hug your arms right around me
That would be snug
Like it's supposed to be
If we part I'll eat your heart
So won't you please be nice

Oh don't you love this romancing
Know that it's your life you're chancing
Isn't it nice
Now you've married me
Sugar and spice
Like it's supposed to be
If you go i'll get your dough
So won't you please be nice

Stop with your jazz oratory
I only listen to top forty
N'Sync rules
Isn't it nice
Together we'll always live
No sacrifice
We'll vote conservative
If you run I'll pull a gun
Give me head or you'll be dead
Salute the flag or I'll call you a fag
Oh won't you please be nice
 
I asked the lord and he said "no"
I say "why no"
I hear you're happy but it does not show
Where wild things are I dare not go
I say why lord, I say why
Gimme strength gimme patience
Gimme will no survive
Where the wild things are I dare not go
At first they make you happy this I know
But then they make you feel so low

Chorus:
Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it

I may be happy but it does not show
Where wild things are I dare not go
I say why lord Isay why
I seen the fire and I touched the flame
And given the chance I'd go right back again
Hot summer rain burn me on the wheel
Baptize me with fire

Chorus:
Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it

I say why lord
 
White boy in town
Big black, blue sound
Night club, I paid in
I got a stamp on my skin

Main attraction dead on his feet
Black man rhythm with a white boy beat
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

Stay put I wanna go
Hard work, bad show
More liquor, it don't help
He's gonna die, it breaks my heart

I decided eventually
This ain't doing a thing for me
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

- guitar solo -

They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

Got up, I walked out
To the car, start it up
Feel bad, sad night
I never saw a red light

Sirens were a screamin' all around
I pulled on over and I shut her down
A black cop gave me a shove with his gun
Said up against the wall and don't make a run
They got me on milk and alcohol
They got me on milk and alcohol
 
Doctors & Dealers:

I don’t believe in anything
They tell me’s set in stone
They say that were together
But I’m sat here on my own
In the company of strangers
This trigger happy scene
Well if a heart do like a hind
Then there is nothing in-between
Oh no, no I don’t mind
Oh no, no I don’t mind
Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
(the doctors and the dealers)
Get someone to shed some light on
(miracle cure, soul stealers)
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
(prescribing old placebos)
Collecting junk that we dont need, no
I see them now and then
Still spitting out those lies
Strange it doesn’t bother me
I’ve got my own disguise
And there’s really not that much of me
For Jesus left to save
If savings only bartering
My soul can be his pay
Oh no, no I dont mind
Oh no, no I dont mind
Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
(the doctors and the dealers)
Yes someone to shed some light on
(miracle cure soul stealers)
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
(prescribing old placebos)
Collecting junk that we dont need, no
You got the ball
I was lucky to get the chain
But now I have to watch the crowds
Haphazardly chasing down the drain
So what does it do?
Nothing for me
What about you?
The doctors and the dealers
The doctors and the dealers
The doctors and the dealers
They come to you
They come to me
They come in droves
Oh one two three
They come to you
they come to me
They come in droves
Oh one two three
They come to you
they come to me
They come in droves
Oh one two three
They come to you
Oh they come to me
They come in droves
Oh one two three
They come to me
 
Say the I-man don't deal in no kind of hearsay
Back weh wi dat an' come straight, an' you a come
Say dem a de ginnal, dem a de big chief
But the winning card in this game, is I who got it
 
Well we're living here in Allentown
And they're closing all the factories down
Out in Bethlehem they're killing time
Filling out forms
Standing in line.

Well our fathers fought the Second World War
Spent their weekends on the Jersey Shore
Met our mothers at the USO
Asked them to dance
Danced with them slow
And we're living here in Allentown.

But the restlessness was handed down
And it's getting very hard to staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
aaaaaaah aaahhhhh ooooooooh ooooooh ohhhhhhh.

Well we're waiting here in Allentown
For the Pennsylvania we never found
For the promises our teachers gave
If we worked hard
If we behaved.

So the graduations hang on the wall
But they never really helped us at all
No they never taught us what was real
Iron and coal,
Chromium steel.

And we're waiting here in Allentown.
But they've taken all the coal from the ground
And the union people crawled awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaah.

Every child had a pretty good shot
To get at least as far as their old man got.
If something happened on the way to that place
They threw an American flag in our face, oh oh oh.

Well I'm living here in Allentown
And it's hard to keep a good man down.
But I won't be getting up todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy
aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaah.
 
Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight o'clock
we'd be crumbling
one night
my brother Joe and me
climbed down the family tree
that grew outside our bedroom window
we ran
though we knew it couldn't last
running from the past
from things that we were born to be

Looking back it's so bizarre
it runs in the family
all the things we are
on the back seat of the car
with Joseph and Emily
we only see so far
- and we all have our daddy's eyes
looking back it's so bizarre

Dad rang
the officer in charge
a man so large
he barely fit his circumstances
he said
two kids out on the street
were picked up on the beat
and in the station
so there's me
with Emily and Joe
daddy driving home
all heading in the same direction
he knew
no matter what the breaks
we'd make the same mistakes
couldn't take his eyes of Joe and me

Looking back it's so bizarre
it runs in the family
all the things we are
on the backseat of the car
with Joseph and Emily
we only see so far
- and we all have our daddy's eyes
looking back it's so bizarre
it runs in the family
all the things we are
looking back it's so bizarre

Like a dream within a dream
we're all somewhere in between

Like a drummer plays his drum
like a father like a son
- and your gonna have to face the music
- face the music

Hey hey
we keep it running in the family
hey hey
we keep it coming in the family

Looking back it's so bizarre
it runs in the family
all the things we are
on the backseat of the car
with Joseph and Emily
we only see so far
- 'cause we all have our daddy's eyes
take me back into your arms
it's no longer a mystery
no cause for alarm
could have never come this far
with no sense of history
it always leaves a scar
- and we all have our daddy's eyes
looking back it's so bizarre

running in the family
 
It's so easy but I can't do it
So risky but I gotta chance it
It's so funny there's nothing to laugh about
My money that's all you want to talk about
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool

It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool

No beginning there's no ending
There's no meaning in my pretending
Believe me life goes on and on and on
Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong
You say I (you can do it) can't (you can do it
You can go and) set you free from me
But that's not true

It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la wo
Wo wo la la wo wo wooh
But that's not true
It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la wo
Wo wo la la wo wo wooh
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la wo
Wo wo la la wo wo wooh
It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la wo
Wo wo la la wo wo wooh
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
Wo wo la la la wo
Wo wo la la wo wo wooh
 
You told me once that you loved me
You said that I was the only one
It took some time, but now I know
The joy would prevail the earth
(Son of a bitch now)

Messin' with me wasn't wise, boy
Cos I've been around for too long
And now you're gonna pay for those lies, boy
I'm gonna put you back down
(We're used to be)

I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out
And run you right into the ground
I'm gonna wind you up, turn you on
And burn all your bridges right down

I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna

I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out
And run you right into the ground
I'm gonna wind you up, turn you on
And burn all your bridges right down

I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out
And run you right into the ground
 
One of my all time favorites:

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hand
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now can't hurt
you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us [ x2 ]

Have I a doubt, baby when I'm alone
Love is a ring ,a telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel, under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't touch you now can't touch
you now, can't touch you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
 
Yesterday the odds were stacked in favor of my expectations
Flying above the rest, never falling from the nest
Tuesday came and went and now I'm in a little situation
Maybe it's for the best, I can live alone I guess

Maybe I can stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe he'll fly on home

Forgive if I'm keeping you apart from better conversation
I'm numb from all my doubt, trying to sort the whole thing out
Tell me that I'm smart enough to deal with all the information
Spinning inside my head, every word he ever said

Maybe I can stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe he'll fly on home

(repeat chorus)
 
Every night I'm there
I'm always there
She knows I'm there and heaven knows
I hope she goes (Eloise)
I find it hard to realise
That love was in her eyes
It's dying now
She knows I'm crying now

And every night I'm there
I break my heart to please
Eloise
Eloise

You know I'm on my knees yeah
I said please
You're all I want so hear my prayer
My prayer

My Eloise is like the stars that please the night
The sun that makes the day
That lights the way (Eloise)
And when that star goes by
I'll hold it in my hands and cry
Her love was mine
You know my sun will shine

You're all I want you've got to hear my prayer
My prayer

My Eloise I'd love to please her
I'd like to care but she's not there
And when I find you
I'd be so kind you'd want to stay
I know you'd stay

And as the days grow old
The nights grow cold
I wanna hold her near to me
You know she's dear to me
And only time will tell
And take away this lonely hell
I'm on my knees to my Eloise

You are my life so hear my prayer
You are the prize I know you're there
I know you're there
You're all I want you gotta hear my prayer
Yeah yeah yeah
You're all I need but you're not there
Oh no you're not there
No no no no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
My Eloise
Oh I'd love to please her
Oh my Eloise
Oh my Eloise oh my Eloise
Don't lie to me
I said no no no no
My Eloise
 
[Mya]
Ghetto supastar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh
 
Where are people when you need 'em

When you need some help
They're just not around
Doesn't anybody work here?
I ain't got all day
What a crazy town

New York
Life in the city can be so hard
But after dark
New energy finds me
I light up the night and live like a star

* In the evening the real me comes alive
I can feel it
In the evening
Something happens that I can't describe
But it helps me to survive
It's like magic
Like something in the air
You can feel it
Close your eyes now
And your heart will take you there
Just let it take you there

Monday morning in the line at the bank
Standing around trying to cash a check
To pay for a one-room apartment with a beautiful view
Of the alley in the back

All day you got to fight
To keep it for the rights
Every day I work like a soldier
Working to live, living for the night


New York
New energy finds me
I light up the night and live like a star
 
Blind Pew he covers you with colours of the night
youll never meet him in the carnival.
Taggada takes the Jakeys for a ride.
And Long John Silver is one of the few
that Robbie Stevenson could champion even though the man was fake
made up the kind youd never expect to shoot one of their inmates.
The horizontal stripes will lead you to the west
The vertical Hilltown Huns will leave you own back with your tannadiction chest.
The weakest character in this chapter loves dairy,
shadows never shone.
I never met a pretty creature who would crumble at the outcome of a cow，
How come you would tell me farmers never bow.
Metaphors are easy just to talk about it，
growing up with spacers I can live without
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
There will never be a colour in the sea
if you dont have no eyes to see
so please dont dwell upon your wooden leg，
your limp is boring me.
You see your wallpaper was red polluted with lesbian green.
Red was never your colour it was never your team.
Blue it never even crossed your mind because you never flew a flight，
Golden treasure left you blind.
Fifteen holes is never worth a stolen bike
your just waiting for a different cunt to say what to write.
There will never be a colour in the sea if you have not eyes to see.
So dont dwell upon your wooden leg,
your fucking limp is boring me.
 
All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I go on dear, without you
You took the part that once was my heart
So why not take all of me
 
There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who'll wear, who'll wear the hat

There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride
The medicine show

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone

There are twenty years to go
The punch drunk and the blow
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone

And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it's you i take, cause you're the truth, not I

There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass will end too fast you know

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope

That's the end - and that's the start of it
That's the whole - and that's the part of it
That's the hide - and that's the heart of it
That's the long - and that's the short of it
That's the best - and that's the test in it
That's the doubt - doubt, not trust in it
That's the sight - and that's the sound of it
That's the gift - and that's the trick in it

You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I

You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I, You're the truth, not I.
 
I hope
you got
fat
cause if you got
really fat
you just might want to see me come back
I don't care
how heavy or how skinny
just gimme
something to love
a little extra weight would never look no nicer on nobody else but you
and I could always use a little bit more
to hold on to
and if I get a fright in the middle
of the night I'll cling to you
 
Ever since the riots
All I really wanted
Was a black girlfriend
They don't play around
They're hard enough
To keep any man in lineb
Thinking of my pale white skin
Thinking of her dark and smooth
She against me
(My black girlfriend) My black girlfriend
Black girlfriend
Saw her on the corner
Whre she lived, I asked her
Can you braid my hair?
She and her girlfriends
Laughed at me, said that
It was easy but it'll cost you some
Looking out her window
It's so exciting and foreign
But i'm staying
With my black girlfriend
Drivin' thru the 'hood
In my Chevy Nova '62
My arm around my
Little black girl
People on the corner
Looking in my car
Wanna do me
Cos I won't give back
My little black girl
Do you wanna come on in?
Do you wanna eat some?
Meet my family?
My black girlfriend
My black girlfriend
Ever since the riots
All I really wanted
Was a black girlfriend

Porno For Pyros Black Girlfriend lyrics
 
The mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose

The lights over the Midway melt on the street
In her Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet
She don't love who she choose
She don't need what she use

Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses

Nothing but the sunlight will help you grow
From underneath your bed you can't see the window
We don't choose what we see
We don't choose

Fortunate and angry just like a child
All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time
We don't choose what we love
And she don't need what she got

Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
 
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's going out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
 
You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those georgia stars to shame that night
I said, that's a lie
Just a boy in a chevy truck
That had a tendency of getting stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him
All summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

But when you think, tim mcgraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think tim mcgraw
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears
And thanking god that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And looking back on all of that
It's nice to believe

When you think, tim mcgraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think tim mcgraw
I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standing on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read

Is, when you think, tim mcgraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Some day you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think tim mcgraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm-hmmmm

You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those georgia stars to shame that night
I said, that's a lie


this song is so mushy, but i love, love, love it , it bring a tiny tear to my eyes :D:oops:
 
As a man I ain’t never been much for sunny days
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
But when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change

Yeah but damn Sam, I love a woman that rains...

Clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer
She's clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer

With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer

As a man I’ve never been much for talking to
I’m as open as the door in her house that leads to her room
And when the color goes out of my eyes, she’s usually too

But damn Sam, I love a woman that’s blue...

As a man I ain’t never been much for sunny days
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange
But when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change

But damn Sam, I love a woman that rains.
 
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home

and 1 time, for the last time live ever, now with feeling..........
MAY YOU ONE DAY CARRRYYYYY MEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

*rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
 
this ones for teeps...lurve yew ;)

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
 
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you shoulda, somehow, realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
 
can i have this thread please? :D

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the Sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
 
Pop pop pop pop!
Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown
Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go

What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common
We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin but wreck, do not force me
I can't hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me
Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see
Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see, what you hear you hear
When you cheer and you cheer, I'm every fresh MC's nightmare
The instrumental is fundamentally essential
When I practice I get sharp like a pencil
But the pencil's made of oak, so don't provoke
You'll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I'm radical, mathematical if I have static I'll
Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won't have it
I cover the whole gamit
Mic I'll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot
This is a losing battle your like cattle
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle
Better yet you're a snake so it rattles
I'll dice you up like you're apple, smash you into Snapple
I'm not, the one you wanna battle that bad
Or just give me your ass I'll make a shoulder bag
I bring the blade all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound

Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now it's time to get props
Wack MC's I just tax
I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers, here's the menace side
Shit aside, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride
I'm energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical
Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no I'm not a fool
Takin you to school, don't be late for school, fool
I'm suckin your girl while your ass in school
Fool, why bother drool, cause I'm too cool
I'm the man with lyrics that jam
Kickin MC's in the face like Van Damme
Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma'am
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
You thought I fell off? You're smokin somethin
You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin
You must be on a can of dope and dog food
You actin real rude, don'tcha know I'm Tim Dog dude?
So go ahead and flex, if you got necks
But when I get the mic I get wreck
So come on, come on, come on, come on
I'll eat that ass that's word is born
Rarrrrrgh!

Can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes)
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go

Now don't say nuttin while I'm checkin ya
Causin hysteria been in more battles than America
Rap messanger, comin in quick I pick up the mizick and watch em stagger
Rip another verse and watch his body splatter
Whether you like me or not don't matter, Kris is not a actor
I'll burn your favorite rapper and leave him in stitches
Weak bitches, real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes
Ferociously, which one of these pussy MC's can go at me
So if you wish to play me like a farmer
I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer
My pyschopathic fantastic pathic puts you in a casket
On top of that, you can get your ass kicked
Quick, awww shit

And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick
And I'm the lyrical lunatic, that flips offness with the quickness
Yo I get heated like cough menthalyptus now
The micraphone I must feel it I must touch it up
Kris One and Tim Dog's come to fuck it up
Evidentally I bust shots till the glock is empty
No safety, pull the trigger tip don't try to chase me
Down, chase the sound you must be buggin
This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down
Boogie Down Boogie Down Produc-tions
Jump around be the one is the function
Tim Dog, why don't you show em a little somethin


Baby baby um, maybe maybe um
You better run, cause you know I have a gun
Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie
Take that bullshit rap down the street
A skippedy be bop be bop, Scooby Doo
That bullshit's not me, that bullshit is you
I come correct, get much respect
Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck
Cause I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
MC's come close but never could get near
Cause I just smash, throwin keys through glass
Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash
So take your ass home, write a poem
And when you get nice, use the god damn phone
Cause I get buckwild, do some ole freestyle
And beat ya down with the turnstile
Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie
Me mi mo moggie, doggie
Rappers goin platinum doin this bullshit
I do the same shit, and make a big hit
Cause if you don't like my lyrical flow
I gotta make dough, don'tcha know, ya little ho-
Mo- sexual I bet you will
Be on the dick if it turns into a hit
But that type of shit is jumpin the fuck off
So I do the same, now I'm comin off
So don't get upset if you can't get lyrical respect
Don't get mad, get wreck

Yeahhh, this track has been dedicated, to real hip-hop
The lyrics, peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there
Peace to the Zulu Nation
Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse
And peace to the South Bronx, peace! (echoes)
 
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