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| 1. |
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Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass, Taste, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer technology. Cos this is like a modern day hymn For the new church, I search for the truth, I've got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, Petite crime sometimes, But now I'm inclined to find A fresh direction, kiss me neck, Check out the funky section. Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, A comfort coming straight from my heart, I'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic, One special brew I get pissed quick, And get sick so I don't do it no more, I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor. The point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never place wealth before my spirit, I feel it's unhealthy, The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy 'Till you get bold, rush the gold, And before you're much older, You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, Competition starts swearing ya, Gold-diggers setting you up, Soon be forgetting your existence, Do you need a for instance, I have to admire your persistence In sticking to a game plan, That brings you pain man, And at the end of the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing going on until you realize the space behind your eyes is filling up with something like peace as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. I aint a Christian Sometimes I feel like diss'in em But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know if you would once relax, chill to the max these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small I keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just who it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other God but me, So set you free see, But you'll have to listen, And who's that false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, So just chill And get off the race track And take a pace back, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, These facts in my rap, I don't sing, But I want to share the peace that they bring, My name is G.O.D. The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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| 2. |
| 4:03 |
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Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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| 3. |
| 10:48 |
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Dido :
How can I change the world if I can't even change myself ? I cannot change the way I am ? I don't know, I don't know. Maxi Jazz : I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganise, Realise my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real ? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I wanna know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, acn you feel it ? When I get deep, wanna hear myself sleep, Not drowning, just tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ___ with a booze and a slpiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming ___ this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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| 5. |
| 3:38 |
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You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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| 6. |
| 8:47 |
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I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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| 3:06 |
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He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man The mean streets are home, My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, I carry traces of death in my hair, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware I'm unfeeling Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're missinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my hair, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm gonna take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin diceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just fuss Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, I can afford to smoke sacred fire, Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same, So for me win society and feel the shame, I'm a rough old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man, this is who I am. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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| 9. |
| 2:56 |
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Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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| 10. |
| 4:09 |
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MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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| 11. |
| 7:46 |
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How can I change the world if I can't even change myself?
I cannot change the way I am? I don't know, I don't know. I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganize, Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I want to know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, can you feel it? When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep, Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I ? with a booze and a spiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming, this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming, Just below my skin I'm screaming... |
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| 12. |
| 8:03 |
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Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight Without fear Insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candlelight, I find insight Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black This insomniac, take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature Under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |
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