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Oooh
Young girls are stupid and they're cruel
But what am I to do?
Because I still want them anyway
And other boys do too

And I said
Ooh ooh
Well I can do it by myself
And I don't need nobody else
No silly boys with me
That look like young republicans
And I said
Ooh oooh ohh

Well do you hear me when I call?
When my back's agaisnt the wall
Give me a helping hand
Oh make me a better man
And I said
Ooh ooh ooh

Young girls are stupid and they're cruel
But I still want them, what am I to do?
But I still want them, what am I.. am I gonna do?

Oooh

And ooh, ooh

Well I can waste my dollar votes
I get my hands around your throat
I put your money in my hand
And I will lead again

And I said ooh, ooh ooh

Well what goes on inside your head?
A pretty girl must need a man
But you keep on choosing kids that got no brains inside their heads
And I said ooh, ooh, ooh

Young girls are stupid and they're cruel
And I still want them, what am I to do?
I still want them, what am I.. am I gonna do?
Ooohh
 
[Chorus: x1]
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care
But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie Trice...go!)

[Obie Trice]
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and
Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z
Ho's in animal skirts get mirked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck

[Chorus: x1]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day


[Lloyd Banks]
But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty will make your ass bet
My words Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one
You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everybody that's black can jump
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
Cop rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come
I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train
I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth
Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)

[Chorus: x1]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day

[Eminem]
Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out
[HRRK-PTT]
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins
Ski masks and glove: Consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers; my vato will have you shot though
Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario
Little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real
We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill
Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, "you better believe the hype is real"
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke
I'm an OG; you fuckin with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loc
I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha..."D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three months; I'm having an E party for Easter, please come

[50 Cent]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? you gon' get it
You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out
Too much venom and if you role with 'em
We gonna fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around you know how I get down
I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new
You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me
Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha)
oh, sorry..oh)

[Chorus: x1]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day
 
Now the reason were here
As man and woman
Is to love each other
Take care of each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh its good, good, good
Like brigitte bardot

Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
Look round the room
Life is unkind
We fall but we keep gettin up
Over and over and over and over and over and over

Me and you, every night, every day
Well be together always this way
Your eyes are blue like the heavens above
Talk to me darlin with a message of love

Now the reason were here
Every man, every woman
Is to help each other
Stand by each other
When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh its good, good good
Say I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love yo
 
Boy I can't stand your heat
Got me lying awake
I haven't eaten all week
Got me obsessing all day
Oh what you done to me
Can't stop calling your name
Check me I'm acting all weird

[Bridge:]
All my girls say boy I'm totally gone
Acting crazy I don't know what I'm on
It's not easy tryin'a put on a front
Baby I'm speechless I don't
know what you've done

[Chorus:]
Boy whenever you call my
stomach's in bits
I can't focus at all
your got me twisted
I live for that talk when
you call me your chick
Just so all the girls know
I gotcha for keeps
My coolness is blown I need my fix
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In a matter of days I'm not myself
I'm all over the place I
get a chick fit
When I hear your name I totally flip

[2nd verse:]
Boy you're too hot for me
Can't stop melting away
When I see you I can't speak
Switching when I see your face
Acting like I'm a teen
Waiting outside your place
Boy this is really not me

[Bridge:]
All my girls say boy I'm
totally gone...

[Chorus]

[M8:]
Completely lost my mind
Something's taken over me
Boy you're one of a kind
Just how a man's s'posed to be
Acting like I'm a teen
Calling you every day
Boy this is really not me

[Bridge:]
All my girls say boy I'm
totally gone...
 
I'm amazed how well you handle defeat for a rookie
So lay back and just continue to sleep
We'll come wake you when they're long gone

I solemnly swear to compete in the world
If nothing is ever atoned
Young blood! If given a chance, spit fire!
Young blood! Destroy the old empire!

I'm amazed the way you handle the press, like a veteran
Flies will swarm and bees will crowd for incest
They want to document all your time

I solemnly swear to compete in the world
If nothing is ever atoned
Young blood! If given the chance, spit fire!
Young blood! Destroy the old empire!
Young blood! If given the chance, spit fire!
Young blood! Empires fade, so hold onto the money that you made!

Long gone,
I solemnly swear to compete in the world
If nothing is ever atoned
Young blood! If given the chance, spit fire!
Young blood! Destroy the old empire!
Young blood! If given the chance, spit fire!
Young blood! If given the choice,
Never let them silence your voice!
 
I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
my irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
but the brightest jewel inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
images of all that could be desired
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
 
Comes the sun
Heaven's rays
And the stormers are gone
And the white flag is raised
Golden days
And the city is in love again
And we dream
In a daze
And we drink and we dance
And we throw cares away
Lovers gaze
And the city is in love

Chorus:
My heart was so dark dear
With you not here
And the cold wind
Is all that would meet me at my door
I waved goodbye and wished you well
Life's a carousel
When it brings you round
It never, never tells
When you'll find yourself in love again
Love and love again
The merry-go-round never ends
I waved goodbye

Bitter rose sour plum
And the birds sing to soothe
Where the roses are stung
Love's begun
And the city is in love again
There's a spell on the air
And the sailors all drift
And get lost in her hair
Hearts are bare
And the soldiers come home again

My eyes they grew dark dear
With you not here
And the cold wind
Is all that would dance me
Round my floor
 
[Sample]
And we know how to make some music
And the music ain't supposed to stand still
And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro
into the music isn't enough
Music is all consuming, let me tell you...

[Slug]
You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks
Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch
You wanna treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they get for that whole shit
"Oh my goodness, Slugger went and flipped his style
I haven't really heard him act like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile
Blow ahead and download my dick to a file
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with him
For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm ignored
So either call my bluff or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement"

[Sample]
I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo'
The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...

[Slug]
Step, step, step, step, step, step off
You know you gotta get lost because you know you're soft
Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on
Is all you gonna get when you try to test the Sean
You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit
You might as well hire me to come write your shit
At least then nobody'll know who you been
It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit
Silly Putty in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son, yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here
You got no balance, combined with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallus
Color me callused on a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?
These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed
Those your props? Gimme that.
Your girl? Gimme that.
A three pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable
If she give good brains she can play with the halo
"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man.
Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program."
I only speak to put ammonia in the bleach
An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece
So play the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your T's, cross your I's
And blow me counter-clockwise
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
And be quiet if you love the police
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up
And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
And put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"
 
I once held her in my arms,
She said she would always stay.
But I was cruel,
I treated her like a fool,
I threw it all away.

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
I must have been mad,
I never knew what I had,
Until I threw it all away.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round,
Love and only love, it can't be denied.
No matter what you think about it
You just won't be able to do without it.
Take a tip from one who's tried.

So if you find someone that gives you all of her love,
Take it to your heart, don't let it stray,
For one thing that's certain,
You will surely be a-hurtin',
If you throw it all away.
 
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l


If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b
I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p
Mister Mosely get the b-e-a-t
Don't copy this here cause I done d-i-d
It could get h-e-c-t-i-c
f-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e
Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be
Don't t-r-y me I'm outta y'all league
Yes I'm bulletproof (nigga)
Bitches I ain't foolin you(nigga)
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo


I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l
S-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e double l


You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z
Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p
I'm v-i-p not we that's me
Timmy this beat is a h-i-t
Listen to the t-r-a-c-k
On the M-i-say from the mother fuckin VA
Y'all know k-i-g-e-r-ty
If y'all ask me y'all style bootay
I hope you can s-p-e double L
I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail
Y'all mother fuckers don't know me that well
My level be next and I'm not RL
And yes I'm bulletproof (nigga)
Bitches I ain't foolin you (nigga)
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo


I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l
S-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e double l


I run yo block
I run them block
(Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot
That you forgot I got a big knot
(Cha-Ching) I must of hit the jackpot
I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse don't lie
The checks don't stop till they get writers block
Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock
Like the mind of Tupac I'ma rock 'till I drop
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P u-s-s-y that's pussy
For the fake MC who test m-e
And yes I'm bulletproof (nigga)
Bitches I ain't foolin you (nigga)
You better learn a thing or two
You dont really want it boo


I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e double l
 
Now, if I may digress momentarily from the main stream of this evenings symposium, I'd like to sing a song which is completely pointless but is something which I picked up during my career as a scientist. This may prove useful to some of you some day perhaps, in a somewhat bizarre set of circumstances. It's simply the names of the chemical elements set to a possibly recognizable tune.

There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium,
<gasp>
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.

There's yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium,
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium,
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium,
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium.

Isn't that interesting?
I knew you would.
I hope you're all taking notes, because there's going to be a short quiz next period.

There's holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium,
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium,
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium,
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium.
And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium,
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium,
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium,
<gasp>
And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium.

There's sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium,
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium,
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium,
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium.

These are the only ones of which the news has come to Harvard,
And there may be many others, but they haven't been discavaard.
Now, may I have the next slide please?
Got carried away there
 
These warehouse wages kill ends introduction man
I shoulda schooled it up when I was younger
shoulda stuck to plan
always had the dreams of being more self assertive
and my kid's a teenager now
he needs the health insurance
so break my body break break my soul down
just another zombie walkin' blindly
through your ghost town
pull up to the bar politic and tap the power
ain't nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
but I don't wanna go home yet
so I'ma talk to my cigarette and that television set
it doesn't matter what brand or station
anything to take away from the current situation
no overtime pay no holiday
months behind on everything but the lottery
winter 'round the corner guarnteeing that my car dies
wifey havin' trouble tryin' to juggle both part times
my cup ain't close to filled up
we tryinto build up so we can have enough
and when I finally get the color
won't be nothin' left to paint on
a friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song

my better half is mad
at makin' magic outta canned goods
my tax bracket status got her questionin' my manhood
my shorty got cought smokin weed at a concert
and if I smack him everyboy treats me like a monster
my neighbors aint doing much better
and we make it competition instead of stickin' together
can't save no nest egg
in fact this nest is rented in fact that rent is late
wait the money ain't here the raise ain't commin'
just me and my son and that crazy woman
and those bartenders this whole fucking country
got everybody swallowin' that lunchmeat
well maybe we can speed up the process
kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
put me in the dirt and then change the topic
sometimes seems like the only way to stop it
contemplate my departure date
doesn't take alot to get alot of us to talk this way
take a shot at me that's all i'm obligated for
apparently my only guarantee is a walk away

the only guarantee in life is life worth dying for
cause' death don't wait for no one
he's sittin on your front door
 
[Eminem puking]
There I go thinking of you again

You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt go and get another tattoo of you on my arm
But what do I go and do? I go and get another one now I got two
Oooooh now I'm sittin here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo

You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up, yeah, I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be for me to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking coke head slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad
It's not that I still love you its not 'cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke

You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Eminem puking]
Fucking bitch
 
ShiftyBagLady said:
science shiz
Click to expand...


I'll raise you... :cool:

I can do anything

Neutron, proton, mass effect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant
Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting
As I get all open on betacron, gamma rays thermo cracking
Cyclotron and any and every mic
You're on trans iridium, if you're always uranium
Molecules, spontaneous combustion, pow

Law of de-fi-nite pro-por-tion, gain-ing weight
I'm every element around

Lead, gold, tin, iron, platinum, zinc, when I rap you think
Iodine nitrate activate
Red geranium, the only difference is I transmit sound
Balance was unbalanced then you add a little talent and

Careful, careful with those ingredients
They could explode and blow up if you drop then
And they hit the ground

Let it flow, yo, just let it go, get back

C-O-H-O-2 wine water solution of calcium hydroxide
Slobbin it, C-A-O lime will make bleach powder
Galvanic metal beats stomp out louder
Dried ice, C-0 squared refrigerant
N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the dentists
I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals
And the G heat gas waved all your mats
Chemical change, ice point, melt all your raps
Atomic weight, hold shocks, when you call
Refillable gas keep going way beyond
Biotch I'm only ill with buzzin, feel the ambiance
A diabetic process outta calm your ass
After I warm your ass, I'll give sodium, silicate N-O-2-S-1-O-3, a water glass
Borax flexure full of brimstone sulfur
Boraxic acid, hip-hop preserver
C-O-2 could never put away the fire
Style aroma is scientific; the lyrical fuse would be connected
To teach you chemical calisthenics

The Theory is that all matter is composed of at least three fundamental particles
Protons, electrons, neutrons, Protons charge is positive
By now you've guessed electrons are probably negatively charged
Neutrons don't follow either, neutral, in the middle, only no apologies
Centered, unmoved by yin and yang ideology
Neutron, bomb songs, electron fury
Cosmic musical radio-activity
Different points in joints within infinity
Oxygen and hydrogen alive within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy, inside a world, inside a world
Inside a universe, inside of me existing although I can't see it

Hydrocarbon, nitrogen cycle, ionization
Heavier than electric motor metals that weigh over a ton
This has been a chemist, Blackalicious creation
Clean out your desk, put your papers away cause class in almost done

This is chemistry plus calisthenics
I'm calcium plus potassium, magnesium, newspaper of sodium, sulfate
Your solvent, chloroform, remedy from the norm
glycerin, purest form Titanium
there is no way out, when this newfy is out
of all arms vibration, forming in a nigga
some bleachin' to teach ya religious is equal to pieces of meteor
Eager to be here or is it, can see here I know all of all
I'ma pickin' up pretty little Cindy
I'm more, I'm thinkin of more,
I'm cookin a potion!
 
I've been dreaming under unfamiliar skies
and talking to strangers lost in nights passed in disguise
why am i so alone?
why can't i say it all in song
we come up empty face to face
words i wish i could erase

I've been hiding under unfamiliar skies
and talking to strangers lost in nights passed in disguise
take this heart and put it with my bones (woahhh)
and put them in a box
and send them home
and send them home

we've been dreaming alone under different stars
of a thousand smiles
and of a thousand scars

you walk me to the sun
we walk through the rain
we pass through the love and bask
in the pain
in the pain
IN THE PAIN

I'm a midnight mile from your home
can I come in and warm my bones
I'm a midnight mile from your home
can I come in and warm my bones

maybe it's time I get it right
maybe this time I'll get it right
 
Hello, old friend. It's been a while. How you been?
All things must end, but did you know what that meant?
The birds fly south. The summer sets.
The lights go out. Leaves on the ground.
Autumn walker, you just walked out.
And I see it now.
That it's so much easier alone,
and you don't have to worry about me.
It's all good. It's all wrong.
And I hope you find the place and the people that you need.
I don't want to be the one who always waits for you to wait and see.
What makes you run? Was it me or anyone?
It goes to show when people grow,
people go and there you go autumn walker.
Stay now, autumn walker.
Drink down your doubt.
A glass half empty can empty you out.
My heart is full of promises that drank me whole.
And I see it now.
That it's so much easier alone.
But you don't have to go very far 'cause where you go, there you are.
And it shouldn't be so hard to see your friends.
That's who they are.
I don't mean tot ell you how to run your life, but make up your heart.
You go too far.
In the atmosphere, you fall apart.
More miles than my car's got on it.
That's pretty far.
 
You and I fall together
You and I sleep alone
After all, things might be better
after 1, and there's one that's long gone

For the moon you keep shootin'
Throw your rope up in the air
For the kids you stay together
You nap 'em and you slap 'em in a highchair
All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you're ever losin' is a little mascara

Afternoon, things are quiet
Settle back now if you can
Stations clip by like a rocket
Don't you worry if you wonder why he ran

All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you're ever losin' is a little mascara
that you cry
that you cry
that you cry
that you cry
your eyes out

All you ever wanted was someone Ma'd be scared of
All your ever losin' is
A little mascara
That you cry
 
Dirty Stank,
Liar Liar Pants On Fire
Your Not Gangster Your Not Street
You Just Make Yourself Sound Gangster
When Your Rapping On The Beat
You Aint Got Yourself In No Life
Threatening Situations Yet
Your No Dealer
Your Not Balling
You Just Get Yourself In Debt
Your A Fan And Hip Hop Wanking
When You Hear Them Rappers Talk
Love To Sit And Listen
But We Know That You Dont Walk The Walk
Whats With All The Fake Aggression
I Can See That Its Not True
I Know Killers, I Know Gangsters
And They've Never Heard Of You
You Aint Robbed Nobody,Shanked Nobody,You Aint Bust No One
You Ain't Seen No Ghetto Action, Who Do You Think Your Fooling Son
You Should Pull Your Trousers Up
You Know It Ain't Your Type Of Look
Your No Player Your No Pimp
I Think You Should Read A Book And Settle, Find Yourself A Pretty Girl And Settle
You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be


Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy


Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again
Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking
I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold
Show me your workers, show me your shooters, lemme see the neighborhood you control
Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you
And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?
Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real
Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you really don't want it
So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it
Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected
Trill recognize trill, so just respect it and check it
And tell me


Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy

Where the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy clothes
Where the cocaine? Where the o's?
Where the SoundScan, where the shows?
You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?
Where the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you that you in hot pursuit
But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute
I got everything I say
Don't believe me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick ain't free
So hood I used to whip the d
Patron and wood when im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane
Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang
I guess they think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my chain
Jumping out a red-candy thing
Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail
Before I tell them hoes shit, fuck the law, they can eat my dick
The main niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them punks
Then come home trying to act tough
When they was up there getting fucked in the butt

Where's the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?
Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
 
Alright!!!!!

I left with shaking hands, looking for danger
Details of modern love, in bed with strangers
And there is no warning, I’m not ignoring

I cut glass on my callused feet,
cause I walk through miles of makeshift mud
Motherfucker… I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers,
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers…
your never gonna see me… closing in
YEAH…while you’re sleeping!

No need for safe return, is no need for your concern
there is no warning, I’m not ignoring
I follow you across the county lines
And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
You motherfucker……I want your BLOOD!

I got the hands of history’s stranglers,
and the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers…
your never going to see me closing in…
your never going to see me closing in……
while you’re sleeping!

Breaking through your window, stabbing through your ribcage!!
 
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on

In a faraway land we got shit made
Ray-Ban shades, warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the Everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke high-grade
Gold and diamond, gems and jade
Ride up on our tanks, invade
Blow up thing to save our name
Mina, Rina, Tina, Sabrina
Being a super Indian babe
We black market, we black made
We hit shit out when it rains
Would you come down and catch my train?
Would you run down and play this game?

Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on

Baby girl
You and me, need to go to your teepee
The moon is full, and I'm shining.
Baby, I know you see me.
Put a hump or two on your back
Jst like that
Oh girl you're on fire.
I don't wanna be in love with you
Imma just break you off and say goodbye
The night is young
Don't make me wait,
You just might miss your chance.
I'm gon' tell you the truth
Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin' man.
Today's the day, girl, let me get that
Don't get mad
In fact, let me hit that
I've been overkilling them, I break backs
Come down, run down
Girl, where your place at?

Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on

Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Bounce
 
she's a pornographer's dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
he would have, that hadn't been spent?

would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
what he saw so much of?
wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
could quite get the touch of?

it's out of his hands, over his head
out of his reach, under this real life
hidden in veils, covered in silk
he's dreaming of what might be

out of his hands, over his head
out of his reach, under this real life
hidden in veils,
he's dreaming of mystery.

Bettie Page is still the rage
with her legs and leather;
she turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
and we let her.

who's to know what she'll show of herself,
in what measure?
if what she reveals, or what she conceals,
is the key to our pleasure?

it's out of our hands, over our heads
out of our reach, under this real life
hidden in veils, covered in silk
we're dreaming of what might be

it's out of our hands, over our heads
out of our reach, under this real life
hidden in veils
we're dreaming of mystery.

she's a pornographer's dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
he would have?
 
We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
 
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

The type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
turn your bones to glass

mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
we said we didn't see a thing

and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
cold-blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

the type of memories
that turn your bones
turn your bones to glass

and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word

and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold-blooded clarity

Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times

though how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?

those cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
 
Depeche Mode version obviously....

Reach out and touch faith
Your own Personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own Personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling's unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith

Your own Personal Jesus
Feeling's unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own Personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith
 
Whistle for the boys now don't be shy
Give us all a song and a reason why
Baby got the bones and a hand me down
Says her heart is black but her eyes are brown
Give the boys a flash and they'll love you so
Give the girl some cash cause your mother said so
And take em out and look at the queen
And any old girl who's in between

Lay yourself down by the side of the bed
Oh you naughty girl you know you tickle me red
You look so dumb and you sound so twee
And you can only wish that you was married to me

Well, that's what you get
Oh don't get upset
Ridiculous you
Waiting in the queue oh whoopee doo
You could have been
The best that I've seen
Under the red light
Everybody knows you cried last night

Give us all a go till your face turns red
Little Greg said you went home instead
If you stick around you'll get an alibi
And we'll try and keep your pretty face bone dry
Rent a honey rent a honey one two three
Keeping all the boys from your door cant be easy
Well ruby said you was wrecked
But your was never well behaved the last time I checked

Lay yourself down by the side of the bed
Oh you naughty girl you know you tickle me red
You look so dumb and you sound so twee
And you can only wish that you was married to me

Well that's what you get
Oh don't get upset
Ridiculous you
Waiting in the queue oh whoopee doo

You could have been
The best that I've seen
Under the red light every body knows you cried last night

Lay yourself down by the side of the bed
Oh you naughty girl you know you tickle me red
You look so dumb and you sound so twee
You can only wish that you were married to me

Well that's what you get
Oh don't get upset
Ridiculous you
Waiting in the queue oh whoopee doo
You could have been
The best that I've seen
Under the red light
Everybody knows you cried last night
 
Not lost but gone before
Here no more, here no more
Each day the long light dims and fades
Not lost but gone before

Creation sings, mountains bring
Age is born through memory and lore
Upon a saw tall timbers fall
Not lost but gone before

The light shines close, echoes low
Of your sweet voice I weep and mourn
Upon a saw tall timbers fall
Not lost but gone before

Not lost but gone before
Here no more, here no more
Each day the long light dims and fades
Not lost but gone before
 
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