BadlyDrawnGirl
Piano Tuna
Oh aye, Natty roolz.firky said:Got any congo natty?
What lyrics are you listening to now?
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So many things I'm goin' through
So much that I wanna do
It startin' to become so clear to me
Tomorrow ain't really what it seems
So many days I've thought of you
It's about time you knew the truth
Got to act quickly, you and I
We fall in love, so many reasons why
Why don't we (So why don't we), don't we
Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Why don't we fall in love)
(It's so many reason)
(It's the only thing that matters to me)
Why don't we fall in love
It takes such a load off to let you know
That you're the only one I never want to go
Think I never did know what to do
A love I never felt, now I feel with you
Why don't I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride
Everything you do I wanna feel again
Ain't no use for us to pretend
Why don't we, don't we (Why can't we)
Why don't we (Why can't we), why don't we (Why can't we)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (We, can't we fall)
Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah, yeah)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Oh)
Why (Yeah)
Come with me
Tomorrow we're guaranteed love
Baby, let's be
Baby, let's be
Why don't we, why don't we
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love
Why don't we, why don't we (Oh)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love
So much that I wanna do
It startin' to become so clear to me
Tomorrow ain't really what it seems
So many days I've thought of you
It's about time you knew the truth
Got to act quickly, you and I
We fall in love, so many reasons why
Why don't we (So why don't we), don't we
Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Why don't we fall in love)
(It's so many reason)
(It's the only thing that matters to me)
Why don't we fall in love
It takes such a load off to let you know
That you're the only one I never want to go
Think I never did know what to do
A love I never felt, now I feel with you
Why don't I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride
Everything you do I wanna feel again
Ain't no use for us to pretend
Why don't we, don't we (Why can't we)
Why don't we (Why can't we), why don't we (Why can't we)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (We, can't we fall)
Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah, yeah)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Oh)
Why (Yeah)
Come with me
Tomorrow we're guaranteed love
Baby, let's be
Baby, let's be
Why don't we, why don't we
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love
Why don't we, why don't we (Oh)
Why don't we, why don't we fall in love
winston jarret's cover
When I was just a little child,
Happiness was there awhile.
Then from me, yeah, it slipped one day.
Happiness, come back, I say.
'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin' for happiness.
Well, if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin', Lord, for happiness, happpiness.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside.
Oh, hear my cry, hear my cry, yeah,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, cry.
Been together like school children,
Then you hurt me just in vain.
Lord, I'm your weary child.
Happiness, come back awhile.
'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin' for happiness.
The road is dangerous.
Well, if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin', Lord, for happiness, happiness.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside. (Repeat)
Feel the pain, feel the pain.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside.
When I was just a little child,
Happiness was there awhile.
Then from me, yeah, it slipped one day.
Happiness, come back, I say.
'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin' for happiness.
Well, if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin', Lord, for happiness, happpiness.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside.
Oh, hear my cry, hear my cry, yeah,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, cry.
Been together like school children,
Then you hurt me just in vain.
Lord, I'm your weary child.
Happiness, come back awhile.
'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin' for happiness.
The road is dangerous.
Well, if you don't come, I've got to go
Lookin', Lord, for happiness, happiness.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside. (Repeat)
Feel the pain, feel the pain.
I'm hurting inside.
I'm hurting inside.
Summat by Mickey 3D- far too pisht to remember.
Y'knowm sayin? You got these wack MCs out here
Y'knowm sayin? They do three days in the county
Y'knowm sayin? And, come home and write a rhyme about doin bids
Y'knowm sayin? Shankin, shankin people, doin time
They don't know nothin 'bout time man, I got people locked down
Y'knowm sayin?
We was handcuffed, in the back of a bus, forty of us
The road it was rough, plus nobody I could trust (trust)
Headed upstate, no chance for escape
Barbed wire and guards in the gun tower secured the gate
My uncle's fate, was life without parole
Thank God (thank God) I was blessed with an outdate, I can't wait
But I got to, you probably wouldn't have did what I did
to catch a bid, but I'm not you
I got a crew still on the street, they don't write me letters
No time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddar
Never did I sweat it, I know they got a life to live
My man J, had a wife and kid
And these are the consequences, my actions committed
Some cats that I used to visit, now I live with
Along with swillas, killers, drug dealers, some rich brothas
Crackheads, con artists, child molesters, dick suckers
All types of individuals, sorta like a melting pot for criminals
The system is designed to stock it plentiful
This old cat from the hood
told me, "Out of every bad situation comes some good"
It's understood, prison ain't good for my health
Lookin in the mirror, introducin me to myself
I studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I took
Though I read daily, it ain't all about the books
It's all about the lessons you learn, through your experience
Applyin it in a positive way, period
All praise due to Allah, I used to scheme
'til he showed me the straight way - sirat al mustaqeem
Now I'm on the V-I, tellin Moms about Islam
She called me a blasphemous fool, I stayed calm
The world wasn't ready for the changes I made
They was waitin for the nigga I was in twelfth grade
Everyday, the same old thing, I walked the yard
Sit up in the chow hall, with Abdul Rahim
Cats waitin in infirmary lines, for they medicines
Boorish Americans, walk around with circle sevens
And older heads playin horseshoes, sometimes chess
Trippin when I first seen a faggot with breasts
In the shower with a cat, gettin hit from the back
White dudes, on basketball courts kickin hacky-sacks
Ball games, card games, face it
Everybody, time on they hands, most of it wasted
Anything to make the time fly soon as possible
Some cats used to sleep all day, that's unacceptable
Heads getting cracked over unpaid debts
Either a shank or a lock on the side would do the trick
Correction officers, devil's advocate
And when its time to go home, parole boards wasn't havin it
Life was hell everyday the devil's tryin me
But, I paid my debt to society
And after twenty-seven months, of my life
I'll tell you one thing, I know why the caged bird sings
In jail, without the bail (repeated throughout Outro)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, y'knowm sayin?
This goes out to all the caged birds out there, y'knowm sayin?
Everybody who know why the caged bird sings, y'knowm sayin?
I know why the caged bird sings..
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why the caged bird sings
In jail, in jail, in jail, in jail, I sung the same song
When I was upstate, I couldn't flap wings
Y'knowm sayin? They do three days in the county
Y'knowm sayin? And, come home and write a rhyme about doin bids
Y'knowm sayin? Shankin, shankin people, doin time
They don't know nothin 'bout time man, I got people locked down
Y'knowm sayin?
We was handcuffed, in the back of a bus, forty of us
The road it was rough, plus nobody I could trust (trust)
Headed upstate, no chance for escape
Barbed wire and guards in the gun tower secured the gate
My uncle's fate, was life without parole
Thank God (thank God) I was blessed with an outdate, I can't wait
But I got to, you probably wouldn't have did what I did
to catch a bid, but I'm not you
I got a crew still on the street, they don't write me letters
No time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddar
Never did I sweat it, I know they got a life to live
My man J, had a wife and kid
And these are the consequences, my actions committed
Some cats that I used to visit, now I live with
Along with swillas, killers, drug dealers, some rich brothas
Crackheads, con artists, child molesters, dick suckers
All types of individuals, sorta like a melting pot for criminals
The system is designed to stock it plentiful
This old cat from the hood
told me, "Out of every bad situation comes some good"
It's understood, prison ain't good for my health
Lookin in the mirror, introducin me to myself
I studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I took
Though I read daily, it ain't all about the books
It's all about the lessons you learn, through your experience
Applyin it in a positive way, period
All praise due to Allah, I used to scheme
'til he showed me the straight way - sirat al mustaqeem
Now I'm on the V-I, tellin Moms about Islam
She called me a blasphemous fool, I stayed calm
The world wasn't ready for the changes I made
They was waitin for the nigga I was in twelfth grade
Everyday, the same old thing, I walked the yard
Sit up in the chow hall, with Abdul Rahim
Cats waitin in infirmary lines, for they medicines
Boorish Americans, walk around with circle sevens
And older heads playin horseshoes, sometimes chess
Trippin when I first seen a faggot with breasts
In the shower with a cat, gettin hit from the back
White dudes, on basketball courts kickin hacky-sacks
Ball games, card games, face it
Everybody, time on they hands, most of it wasted
Anything to make the time fly soon as possible
Some cats used to sleep all day, that's unacceptable
Heads getting cracked over unpaid debts
Either a shank or a lock on the side would do the trick
Correction officers, devil's advocate
And when its time to go home, parole boards wasn't havin it
Life was hell everyday the devil's tryin me
But, I paid my debt to society
And after twenty-seven months, of my life
I'll tell you one thing, I know why the caged bird sings
In jail, without the bail (repeated throughout Outro)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, y'knowm sayin?
This goes out to all the caged birds out there, y'knowm sayin?
Everybody who know why the caged bird sings, y'knowm sayin?
I know why the caged bird sings..
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why the caged bird sings
In jail, in jail, in jail, in jail, I sung the same song
When I was upstate, I couldn't flap wings
Strumpet
gypsy girl
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you
"Heart Attack American"
I'm done telling you that I'm in love
What I have will never be enough
Come on baby go live life on your own
Everything inside is breaking down
And you don't want to be hanging around
I don't think I want to leave myself alone
I'm done having to apologize
I'm done living inside your eyes
When the lights go out what's left to know
Nothing ever makes sense to me
A broken branch of the family tree
Kill the lights now baby watch me explode
There is no revolution
And I'm done doing things I don't want to do
There is no restitution
And I'm done living in this decline
I'm done watching you redesign
Come on baby let's go walk out the door
I'm done showing up to fucking work
Taking orders from a fucking bitch
I'm in the chair now go ahead and flip the switch
I'm done doing things I don't want to do
And I'm sick and tired of setting up to be like you
Fucked up thrown out and overdue
I'm fucking done
There is no revolution
--
Oh my, but the Bronx do fucking rock.
I'm done telling you that I'm in love
What I have will never be enough
Come on baby go live life on your own
Everything inside is breaking down
And you don't want to be hanging around
I don't think I want to leave myself alone
I'm done having to apologize
I'm done living inside your eyes
When the lights go out what's left to know
Nothing ever makes sense to me
A broken branch of the family tree
Kill the lights now baby watch me explode
There is no revolution
And I'm done doing things I don't want to do
There is no restitution
And I'm done living in this decline
I'm done watching you redesign
Come on baby let's go walk out the door
I'm done showing up to fucking work
Taking orders from a fucking bitch
I'm in the chair now go ahead and flip the switch
I'm done doing things I don't want to do
And I'm sick and tired of setting up to be like you
Fucked up thrown out and overdue
I'm fucking done
There is no revolution
--
Oh my, but the Bronx do fucking rock.
we are the high street service trays
coming to take you away
pasadena 1968
with speed on your breakfast plate
aunt cancer calls them happy pills
they keep her calm and cool until he leaves
the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh
white tennis skirt so high
the eyes of mine are new and kind
but the hair's not grey, it's white
and grandfather's an ascot noose
can't tie the tassels on his shoes
leave me
these are the red-eyed politics
the cocktail revisionists
war room rules: no wives or kids
here men sing the boy in them
the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn
the valley hunt militiamen, all gone
thought we had the lock in '54
now the maid owns the house next door
and what's more
swims in the pool she used to clean
our new king looks like a queen
leave me
oh god stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
it's the only thing that's halfway mine
and not for your prying and lying eyes
the empire's melting like ice cream
on the altar of the sun
this skin we've stretched for centuries
it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me
coming to take you away
pasadena 1968
with speed on your breakfast plate
aunt cancer calls them happy pills
they keep her calm and cool until he leaves
the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh
white tennis skirt so high
the eyes of mine are new and kind
but the hair's not grey, it's white
and grandfather's an ascot noose
can't tie the tassels on his shoes
leave me
these are the red-eyed politics
the cocktail revisionists
war room rules: no wives or kids
here men sing the boy in them
the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn
the valley hunt militiamen, all gone
thought we had the lock in '54
now the maid owns the house next door
and what's more
swims in the pool she used to clean
our new king looks like a queen
leave me
oh god stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
it's the only thing that's halfway mine
and not for your prying and lying eyes
the empire's melting like ice cream
on the altar of the sun
this skin we've stretched for centuries
it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me
candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind
they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind
live on the freeway listen to signs and we drive by feel
be a believer believe everything you'll be right
half the time
candle is waxing takes my apartment I bask in its magic
all of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches
staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never
ordering in all friends and lovers and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm chinatown
now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent to get home to dot
was my missed mistress messed up my mattress I missed the catch
last of the pitchers catfish done hunting harry lundt
most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone
I'm tired of fighting
they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind
live on the freeway listen to signs and we drive by feel
be a believer believe everything you'll be right
half the time
candle is waxing takes my apartment I bask in its magic
all of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches
staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never
ordering in all friends and lovers and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm chinatown
now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent to get home to dot
was my missed mistress messed up my mattress I missed the catch
last of the pitchers catfish done hunting harry lundt
most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone
I'm tired of fighting
LDR
kiwitanga
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
Im thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Im a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...............
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
Im thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Im a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...............
maybe some day we'll meet again
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
cuz you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
we're both good at counting days
with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
hysterical to meet you
can you get me in?
i got three years tied to the mast of this town
she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
and o-oh she ain't coming with me
there's a time to fight and a time to get out
but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
and oh i keep counting teeth
everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen
i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
it's up or out and the ladders on fire
she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
surviving the insult day to day
they give you the insult to make it go away
and o-oh what can i say?
i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
than o-oh come and die next to us
up to her knees in men keep hitting
and the white suits fuck like bad television
latest simple angel come die next to me
i am a shifting shape a wire walker
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
i came to trial out of style
but i got my eye on a country mile
where the people you know are the ones you like
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
cuz you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
we're both good at counting days
with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
hysterical to meet you
can you get me in?
i got three years tied to the mast of this town
she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
and o-oh she ain't coming with me
there's a time to fight and a time to get out
but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
and oh i keep counting teeth
everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen
i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
it's up or out and the ladders on fire
she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
surviving the insult day to day
they give you the insult to make it go away
and o-oh what can i say?
i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
than o-oh come and die next to us
up to her knees in men keep hitting
and the white suits fuck like bad television
latest simple angel come die next to me
i am a shifting shape a wire walker
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
i came to trial out of style
but i got my eye on a country mile
where the people you know are the ones you like
Georgie Porgie
made the boys cry too.
I'm jake the peg diddle-iddle-diddle-um.
Georgie Porgie
made the boys cry too.
Whatsa matter you, hey?
Why you looka so sad?
It'sa not so bad,
It'sa nice-a place...
Why you looka so sad?
It'sa not so bad,
It'sa nice-a place...
LDR
kiwitanga
"Last Dance"
i'm so glad you came i'm so glad
you remembered to see how we're endeding our last
dance together expectant too puctual but
prettier than ever i really believed that this time
it's forever
but older than me now more constant more real
and the fur and the mouth and the innocence
turned to hair and contentment that hangs in
abesement a woman now standing where once
there was only a girl
i'm so glad you came i'm so glad you
remembered the walking through walls in the
heart of december the blindness of happiness
of falling down laughing and i really believed
that this time was forever
but christmas falls late now flatter and colder
and never as bright as when we used to fall all
this in an instant before i can kiss you a woman
now standing were once there was only a girl
i'm so gled that you came i'm so glld you
remembered to see how we're ending our last
dance together reluctantly cautiously but
prettier than ever i really beleived that this time
it's forever
but christman falls late now flatter and colder
and never as bright as when we used to fall and
even if we drink i don't think we would kiss in
the way that we did when the woman was only a
girl
i'm so glad you came i'm so glad
you remembered to see how we're endeding our last
dance together expectant too puctual but
prettier than ever i really believed that this time
it's forever
but older than me now more constant more real
and the fur and the mouth and the innocence
turned to hair and contentment that hangs in
abesement a woman now standing where once
there was only a girl
i'm so glad you came i'm so glad you
remembered the walking through walls in the
heart of december the blindness of happiness
of falling down laughing and i really believed
that this time was forever
but christmas falls late now flatter and colder
and never as bright as when we used to fall all
this in an instant before i can kiss you a woman
now standing were once there was only a girl
i'm so gled that you came i'm so glld you
remembered to see how we're ending our last
dance together reluctantly cautiously but
prettier than ever i really beleived that this time
it's forever
but christman falls late now flatter and colder
and never as bright as when we used to fall and
even if we drink i don't think we would kiss in
the way that we did when the woman was only a
girl
And I would rather be
In some great bar with thee
We'd be talking 'bout this and that,
About the price from Keith The Hat.
I'm sick of towing the line
going to put on these walking shoes
and walk right out of time.
In some great bar with thee
We'd be talking 'bout this and that,
About the price from Keith The Hat.
I'm sick of towing the line
going to put on these walking shoes
and walk right out of time.
lights.out.london
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northernhord
Active Member
Ay yo Sean Paul!!!
Yo yo
A Busta Rhymes this yuh know
Wah gwaan
Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga
No doubt
Bring dat come rudebwoy
A Dutty Yeah!!!
Flipmode check it!!!
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Huh huh huh huh huh come on)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now)
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
Yeah yeah check it, clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan
With a nine in the door panel in the side of the van
Despite the hate that be always comin for you and your man
It's Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand
Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon
Turn up di bass and di treble music a di weopen
Gal a whine up dem waist like a phenomenom
All over di world oonu fi sing this a song yo
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yo, yo, yo yo yo)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Flipmode baby!!!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on, Sean Paul baby!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
(Come on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!!!)
We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you could in a philly or a chalice I'm givin you
The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like Vivica Fox
Clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Cause Busta Bus will never stop and Sean-A-Paul will never quit
Keep doin di Dutty Rock I mek dem gwaan buss pon it
Pony Tail a bruk out and every man a seh she fit
So di Dutty keep it bright up and lit yo
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! (Check it!!!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Ha!!! Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
(Flipmode baby!!! Busta Bus baby!!! Sean Paul now!!! check it!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough!
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Remix!!! Remix!!! Come on!!!)
Yo! Well every dance that we touch it get hype up (Hype up)
And every stage yo we done it bun right up (Right up)
Mi wanna push up oonu left and oonu right up (Right up)
Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up)
Come on don't act slight up and fight up (Fight up)
Mi haffi tell dem seh Jah Jah unite up (Nite up)
A one ting Sean-A-Paul yet fi sight up (Sight up)
When mi red and when mi high like a kite up, Busta
Yeah, di dro dat a di ting weh we need
Gallang go crush all a di bud and crush di whole a di seed
Mek we smoke all a di boom until di eye dem a bleed
Or we bun all a di herb and smoke a pound a di weed
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe (Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Ha!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Huh!!!)
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Come on!!!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Ha!!! Ha! Ha!!! Ha!)
(Yo!) Just gimme me the light and pass the dro!
(What! What! What! What!) Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Huh! Huh! Come on!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bottkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!
Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah
Huh!
Remix king, well yuh dun know, Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul
Yeah, Busta Bus now, Sean Paul now
Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix!
Yo yo
A Busta Rhymes this yuh know
Wah gwaan
Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga
No doubt
Bring dat come rudebwoy
A Dutty Yeah!!!
Flipmode check it!!!
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Huh huh huh huh huh come on)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now)
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
Yeah yeah check it, clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan
With a nine in the door panel in the side of the van
Despite the hate that be always comin for you and your man
It's Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand
Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon
Turn up di bass and di treble music a di weopen
Gal a whine up dem waist like a phenomenom
All over di world oonu fi sing this a song yo
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yo, yo, yo yo yo)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Flipmode baby!!!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on, Sean Paul baby!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
(Come on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!!!)
We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you could in a philly or a chalice I'm givin you
The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like Vivica Fox
Clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Cause Busta Bus will never stop and Sean-A-Paul will never quit
Keep doin di Dutty Rock I mek dem gwaan buss pon it
Pony Tail a bruk out and every man a seh she fit
So di Dutty keep it bright up and lit yo
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! (Check it!!!)
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Ha!!! Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
(Flipmode baby!!! Busta Bus baby!!! Sean Paul now!!! check it!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough!
Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Remix!!! Remix!!! Come on!!!)
Yo! Well every dance that we touch it get hype up (Hype up)
And every stage yo we done it bun right up (Right up)
Mi wanna push up oonu left and oonu right up (Right up)
Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up)
Come on don't act slight up and fight up (Fight up)
Mi haffi tell dem seh Jah Jah unite up (Nite up)
A one ting Sean-A-Paul yet fi sight up (Sight up)
When mi red and when mi high like a kite up, Busta
Yeah, di dro dat a di ting weh we need
Gallang go crush all a di bud and crush di whole a di seed
Mek we smoke all a di boom until di eye dem a bleed
Or we bun all a di herb and smoke a pound a di weed
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe (Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Ha!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Huh!!!)
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Come on!!!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Ha!!! Ha! Ha!!! Ha!)
(Yo!) Just gimme me the light and pass the dro!
(What! What! What! What!) Buss anotha bottle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Huh! Huh! Come on!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bottkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!
Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah
Huh!
Remix king, well yuh dun know, Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul
Yeah, Busta Bus now, Sean Paul now
Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix!
Shammy cleaning all the windows,
Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul.
And I hear blue strains of "no regredior"
Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame.
Meanwhile back in San Francisco
We're trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend.
And it's a long way to Buffalo.
It's a long way to Belfast city too.
And I'm hoping the choice won't blow the hoist
'cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
All the orange boxes are scattered.
Against the Safeway's supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone else's pain.
(You know that) No one's making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin' behind closed doorways,
Tryin' to get outside, outside of empty shells
And for every cross-cuttin' country corner,
For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye (?)
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.
And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile.
That's the way it all should happen
When you're in, when you're in the state you're in;
You've got your pen and notebook ready,
I think it's about time, time for us to begin.
And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment,
Socializing with the wino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But they're flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.
See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint Dominic's Preview.
Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul.
And I hear blue strains of "no regredior"
Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame.
Meanwhile back in San Francisco
We're trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend.
And it's a long way to Buffalo.
It's a long way to Belfast city too.
And I'm hoping the choice won't blow the hoist
'cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
All the orange boxes are scattered.
Against the Safeway's supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone else's pain.
(You know that) No one's making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin' behind closed doorways,
Tryin' to get outside, outside of empty shells
And for every cross-cuttin' country corner,
For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye (?)
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.
And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile.
That's the way it all should happen
When you're in, when you're in the state you're in;
You've got your pen and notebook ready,
I think it's about time, time for us to begin.
And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment,
Socializing with the wino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But they're flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.
See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint Dominic's Preview.
northernhord
Active Member
And....
No blind spots in the leopard's eyes
Can only help to jeopardize
The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries
An afterlife for a silverfish
Eternal dust less ticklish
Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish
He lies on his side, is he trying to hide?
In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner
Of leaf structure, the egg timer
No blind spots in the leopard's eyes
Can only help to jeopardize
The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries
An afterlife for a silverfish
Eternal dust less ticklish
Than the clean room, a houseguest's wish
He lies on his side, is he trying to hide?
In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner
Of leaf structure, the egg timer
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
Tomorrow when you die
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
They'll close the parks
And when they read your will
The moon will go dark
The earth will stand still
Your days are numbered
From one to one hundred
Tomorrow when you die
Will be day One hundred and Five
Tomorrow when you die
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
As cold as ice
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
As cold as ice
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
They'll close the parks
And when they read your will
The moon will go dark
The earth will stand still
Your days are numbered
From one to one hundred
Tomorrow when you die
Will be day One hundred and Five
Tomorrow when you die
They'll break the mould
Shut down the sky
The sun will turn cold
As cold as ice
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
As cold as ice
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
Look ma,
Top of the world
He'd started talking to himself
His ma was dead
The first sign of madness
Talking to yourself
Alarm bells should have been
Going off in his head
As clear as crystal
He ignored the S.O.S.
Gave a little whistle
Made his last request
He tuned into his local commercial radio station
And listened to the spokesman for his generation
Who said,
"Put your hands in the air
like you just don't care!"
Put your hands in the air like you just don't care
About anything or anybody
About love, hate, cruelty or pain
About football or music, the sun, the wind and the rain
It's the after taste of paradise It doesn't pay to advertise
Part one in a two part pack of lies
A titillating, trivialised
Television fairy tale by clever men with pony tails
All the trimmings and nothing else
Tom Cruise instead of Orson Welles
We owe you nothing say The Bells
Of Hollywood and Tunbridge Wells
Never mind the quality feel yourself
Slipping into mental health
I thank the Lord that I was blessed
With more than my share of bitterness
Because everything is fixed
It's all done with mirrors and camera tricks
Miles and miles of cheesy smiles in churches and cathedrals
Won't feed the cold and needy child and put an end to evil
It's elementary my dear Watson, from the pistol and the smoke
The jetsam and the flotsam are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke
He turned off his radio, looked at his newspaper
And he thought about truth and he thought about lies, and he thought about.....
Overcoats and paper planes, homes for votes and shit for brains
Fascist bully boys and girls from the ashes of a poison world
All the news that's fit to print in poison pen and tabloid ink
TITS AND ARSE, BRING BACK THE BIRCH
Then take the children off to church
Miles and miles of cheesy smiles in churches and cathedrals
Won't feed the cold and needy child and put an end to evil
ItÕs elementary my dear Watson, from the pistol and the smoke
The jetsam and the flotsam are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke
Top of the world
He'd started talking to himself
His ma was dead
The first sign of madness
Talking to yourself
Alarm bells should have been
Going off in his head
As clear as crystal
He ignored the S.O.S.
Gave a little whistle
Made his last request
He tuned into his local commercial radio station
And listened to the spokesman for his generation
Who said,
"Put your hands in the air
like you just don't care!"
Put your hands in the air like you just don't care
About anything or anybody
About love, hate, cruelty or pain
About football or music, the sun, the wind and the rain
It's the after taste of paradise It doesn't pay to advertise
Part one in a two part pack of lies
A titillating, trivialised
Television fairy tale by clever men with pony tails
All the trimmings and nothing else
Tom Cruise instead of Orson Welles
We owe you nothing say The Bells
Of Hollywood and Tunbridge Wells
Never mind the quality feel yourself
Slipping into mental health
I thank the Lord that I was blessed
With more than my share of bitterness
Because everything is fixed
It's all done with mirrors and camera tricks
Miles and miles of cheesy smiles in churches and cathedrals
Won't feed the cold and needy child and put an end to evil
It's elementary my dear Watson, from the pistol and the smoke
The jetsam and the flotsam are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke
He turned off his radio, looked at his newspaper
And he thought about truth and he thought about lies, and he thought about.....
Overcoats and paper planes, homes for votes and shit for brains
Fascist bully boys and girls from the ashes of a poison world
All the news that's fit to print in poison pen and tabloid ink
TITS AND ARSE, BRING BACK THE BIRCH
Then take the children off to church
Miles and miles of cheesy smiles in churches and cathedrals
Won't feed the cold and needy child and put an end to evil
ItÕs elementary my dear Watson, from the pistol and the smoke
The jetsam and the flotsam are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
When Harry met Bob
Bob was an anarchist
Harry had a job
Working for the government
Married to the M.O.D.
Bob, he chose Adidas
Harry found God
Bobby lost weight
He said, "If I had a pound
for everything in town
that helped to bring me down
I could move somewhere nice"
Harry had a Ford
Drove it to the beach
Left his clothes on the shore
And walked into the sea
And it's airplane food
That keeps us on the move
Our radios are tuned
To the supermarket groove
And lift music
Everything is great
The trains are never late
The T.V. and the state
Keep us on the straight
But Harry couldn't wait
I guess Jesus was his mate
And they must have had a date
Because he couldn't stand another plate
Of Airplane food
Keeps us on the move
Our radios are tuned
To the supermarket groove
And lift music
Lo and behold
Twenty good as gold
Elevator greats
Bob was an anarchist
Harry had a job
Working for the government
Married to the M.O.D.
Bob, he chose Adidas
Harry found God
Bobby lost weight
He said, "If I had a pound
for everything in town
that helped to bring me down
I could move somewhere nice"
Harry had a Ford
Drove it to the beach
Left his clothes on the shore
And walked into the sea
And it's airplane food
That keeps us on the move
Our radios are tuned
To the supermarket groove
And lift music
Everything is great
The trains are never late
The T.V. and the state
Keep us on the straight
But Harry couldn't wait
I guess Jesus was his mate
And they must have had a date
Because he couldn't stand another plate
Of Airplane food
Keeps us on the move
Our radios are tuned
To the supermarket groove
And lift music
Lo and behold
Twenty good as gold
Elevator greats
dynamicbaddog
run for your life
If I wait for just a second more,
I know I'll forget what I came here for,
My head was so full of things to say,
But as I open my lips all my words slip away
and anyway,
I can't believe you want to turn the page,
And move your life onto another stage,
You can change the chapter you can change the book,
But the story remains the same if you'd take a look.
For the times we've had I don't want to be - a page in your diary babe,
For the good, the bad I don't want to see - a page in your diary babe,
For the happy, the sad - I don't want to be another page in your diary.
Perhaps if I held you I could win again,
I could take your hands we'd talk and maybe then
That look in your eyes I always recognise,
Would tell me everything is gonna be fine,
You're gonna be mine
for a long time
For the times we've had I don't want to be - a page in your diary babe,
For the good, the bad I don't want to see - a page in your diary babe,
For the happy, the sad - I don't want to be another page in your diary.
I know I'll forget what I came here for,
My head was so full of things to say,
But as I open my lips all my words slip away
and anyway,
I can't believe you want to turn the page,
And move your life onto another stage,
You can change the chapter you can change the book,
But the story remains the same if you'd take a look.
For the times we've had I don't want to be - a page in your diary babe,
For the good, the bad I don't want to see - a page in your diary babe,
For the happy, the sad - I don't want to be another page in your diary.
Perhaps if I held you I could win again,
I could take your hands we'd talk and maybe then
That look in your eyes I always recognise,
Would tell me everything is gonna be fine,
You're gonna be mine
for a long time
For the times we've had I don't want to be - a page in your diary babe,
For the good, the bad I don't want to see - a page in your diary babe,
For the happy, the sad - I don't want to be another page in your diary.
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
Farewell, vain world! I'm going home!
My savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God's praise in endless day,
And I don't care to stay here long!
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.
I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don't care to stay here long!
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long
My savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God's praise in endless day,
And I don't care to stay here long!
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.
I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don't care to stay here long!
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.
(Chorus)
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder,
O, yes my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long
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