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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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| 2. |
| 3:33 |
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My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving, he sat on my bed told me some facts, son. I have a duty, calling on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier And don't forget all I told Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss Then I had to say goodbye In the morning I woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though I'm only a kid Certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me Held me like I was made of gold But left her in the story untold I said, momma it will be al right When daddy comes home, tonight Chorus) Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether your soar away sun or BBC 1 Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruction You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction My story stops here, lets be clear This scenario is happening everywhere And you ain't going to nirvana or favana You're coming right back here to live out your karma With even more drama than previously, seriously Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free And we refuse to sleep The people overseas are just like we Mad leadership, amigos, unfettered and free They feed one the people they're supposed to lead I don't need it We need to pray away For the lord to make it all straight Its only now we do it right Cos I don't want my daddy, leaving home tonight (Repeat Chorus) Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction |
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| 3. |
| 4:01 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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If all you keep hearing it so long you will see me as a super star
And you'll have time to waste with your minions and tink I see your face in front of me, Still grainy from that old black and white TV My whole family silenced, Watching you shape destiny with your 2 hands, Faster than the eye can see. Mesmerizing You know what skinny little me started to struggle, 10 years old suddenly bold Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring, Be smart never give an inch, No retreat when I'm wrapped up Respect from teachers, Red Necks And creatures who attack in a pack Like incensed never seen the light not before or Since a young prince And I remain convinced of his invincibility Athletic agility, virility, Seen your free spirit for every through eternity stings Like a bee Mr Muhammed Ali I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! Your achievements defy belief from the belly of the beast Rising like yeast, My release from low self esteem Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen. Float like a butterfly, That describes my walk to school after fight night I felt so cool cause I was the greatest too Love myself born slippy Outta love for you, And I knew that someday people would love me too. None of that heckling about my black skin got through, I would walk bare foot through hell for you, It was how I felt back then I would still do for you, So accept these humble words of praise, And my gratitude for those glorious days And your victorious ways, Instilled in the young minds, Skill sublime yours to mine! I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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All the subtle flavors of my life
are become bitter seeds and poisoned leaves without you You represent what's true I drain the color from the sky And turn blue without you These arms lack a purpose Flapping like a humming-bird I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left eye you're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1 In you the song which rights my wrongs In you the fullness of living The power to begin again From right now, in you We come 1 I'm unafraid never never scared Worries washed pressed air I am the left eye you're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1 |
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| 6. |
| 3:45 |
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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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| 10:48 |
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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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| 8. |
| 3:26 |
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[Dido]
You can sleep forever, but still you will be tired You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind With you I feel I'm just spending wasted time I've been waiting I'm still waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I'm still waiting But with you (with you) It's always one step too far One step too far You can whine to the bone but still you won't be full You can look down on the world but still you won't find love You won't find love [Maxi Jazz] Only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through. If the sun or the moon should give way to doubt, They would immediately go out. One swallow don't make a summer, But tomorrow has to start somewhere. Only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through. Only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through. Don't Let nothing ride you Only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through. Don't Let nothing ride you One swallow don't make a summer. [Dido] I've been waiting I'm still waiting But with you It's always one step too far One step too far I've been waiting I've been waiting I'm still waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I'm still waiting But with you It's always one step too far One step too far |
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| 9. |
| 4:07 |
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I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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| 3:35 |
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[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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| 6:40 |
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Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets
I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear Your heart is in my province hour upon hour I shiver when you feel the cold, Everything you say I hear Like a bomb and its fuse, We bring bright light But I could be a devil to you I could bite like a tarantula Right through the skin And leave my poison dream Deliciously Unsuspecting Protecting you from all harm Except perhaps from reasoning |
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| 12. |
| 5:58 |
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Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name Lisa
She no have no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer Triple chin or facial hair, she favor geezer Although she friend recommend, certain cream and tease her She favorite tipple is Bacardi Breezer Claim she's thirty one but no one believe her Love randomer restaurant with she friend Anita You should meet her, Anita's another big eater Slipped disc for the waiter then there's always a feature When they run go carrying food for them two creature One night she come so much rice she nearly have a seizure Fall off she chair, licked she head and catch amnesia Wake up in A and E and bellows she want pizza (Give me food, ya) Doctors quickly sign paper and release her (One time) Cough, 'nough police to police her Fatty Boo you better pray nobody sees ya (This time) Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you, yeah I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're little head, Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Nicknamed Fatty Boo but we call her Mel life Changed forever when she discovered channel Now she has a mind to buy designer apparel She no, favor gazelle but she bounced like hell Whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (Seventeen breezer, choom) And one like Tinker Bell, fatty, big like two church bell in parallel Cats walk and Mel never match up too well But fatty was saucy, couldn't be told She loved margo with her big nick, drifling the cold She even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulder less (They're mine) And admired everywhere from her openness Microphone check one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're little head, fatty boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Be careful of the things that you do Say now you've got plenty but the plenty could be few Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple Watch you're little head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're little head, Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Finally Fatty Boo you stood with me in '73 Saturday night playing the music at my father's party Six records on the changer often with Dan Settee Still your gram six years old and I'm the man Steady with calypso to start then play reggae One thousand bolts of holts, huh, for everybody In the days when R&B meant Arthur Conroy Otis Reading, Booker T and the MG's Every, little piece of attention as we tried to squeeze From the father, his friends and their families Sometime deliberately tease with the tune that won't please And the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease It used to be black suits and shirts with skinny ties And they was wise and funny and funny and wise Staying up late and playing the music With grown ups was my prize The little fat kid with sparkling eyes |
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| 3:21 |
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Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
It's a Saturday night Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Uh uh, it's a Saturday night Full crew stepping at the function Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction Brixton DJ and he played the funk, son A local hero yo, but now he ain't unsung Jimmy brought rum, he looking for clean cups No snacks here, you won't be dancing on peanuts Strictly hot food, keep you nice and strong So you can go on and on and last long Every time I hear this song, this song I will be played deep brown, the place teared down Dangerous on the door, seen it all before Coats and bags on the floor by the decks Me next to DJ, I carry the swing [Incomprehensible] as he exercising Everybody moving as a unified swing Gentle up and down fingertips rolling salsa Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker Dressed cool, never known to freak Outside by the pool on chairs and bars stools Are the lovers long term manually discovered Some for romance, sum in each others pants Some debutantes with pool side veterans What better than you catch a cross delta And grab a kiss with the moon? That's the number what a Food still hot 'cause your pot's still steaming Casey screaming, he's not doing the cleaning While he's leaning back with a large grin left After him party would simply start again Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three This is how I make the party sway Yo, I got more styles than Amsterdam got ashtrays I blaze in the shadows with my compadres And I stay close to home where I'm known to praise I was raised down south where running your mouth Is something my people know all about It's a semi professional pastime, gotta get the last line You know it's your shout It's a Saturday night Come again Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three [Incomprehensible] |
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| 3:24 |
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Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here, and I wasn't meant to come. I'd be sitting watching TV if there was anything decent on, if I'd missed the taxi or found nothing good to wear. But for some uncertain reason, some strange uncertain reason, this is how it all it all began. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? If I made some coffee, would you sit and talk some more? I know words are usually pointless when you've used them all before. The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. Kick off your shoes. Don't go. Please stay. -- It always happened this way. (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? (Why go?) Why go, (when you could stay awhile)? The way your smile fills the room -- Stay awhile. What's there to lose? -- The way you laugh, when I say, Don't go. Please stay. Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile? Why go? Why go, when you could stay awhile, when you could stay with me tonight? |
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| 3:32 |
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I want more
I want some And then some And do you know what I wanna hear? I want more I want some more And then some I want more [3x] You know how I love that stuff I want more [3x] [Maxi Jazz] I want more [Nina Simone] I want more The waiting's been so long, so long. I want more Been so long [Maxi Jazz] I want more More oneness, less categories, Open hearts, no strategies. Decisions based upon faith and not fear. People live right now and right here. I want the wisdom that wise men revere. [Maxi Jazz & Nina Simone] I want more [4x] |
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