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Isaac Hayes
Theme From Shaft Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? SHAFT! Ya damn right! Who is the man that would risk his neck For his brother man? SHAFT! Can you dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about? SHAFT! Right On! They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft. THEN WE CAN DIG IT! He's a complicated man But no one understands him but his woman JOHN SHAFT! |
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| 6:10 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 8. |
| 4:31 |
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| 9. |
| 3:20 |
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| 10. |
| 3:48 |
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Black man, born free
At least that's the way it's supposed to be Chains that binds him are hard to see Unless you take this walk with me Place where he lives is God plenty of names Slums, ghetto and black belt, they are one and the same And I call it "Soulsville" Any kind of job is hard to find That means an increase in the welfare line Crime rate is rising too If you are hungry, what would you do? Rent is two months past due and the building that's falling apart Little boy needs a pair of shoes and this is only a part of Soulsville Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash Tricks on the corner, gonna see to that Some like to smoke and some like to blow Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones Some are trying to ditch reality by getting so high Only to find out you can never touch the sky 'Cause your hoods are in Soulsville, oh yeah Every Sunday morning, I can hear the old sisters say Hallelujah, Hallelujah, trust in the Lord to make a way, oh yeah I hope that He hear their prayers 'cause deep in their souls they believe Someday He'll put an end to all this misery that we have in Soulsville Oh yeah, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville |
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| 12. |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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| 14. |
| 19:28 |
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If the music make you move,
'cause you can really groove Then groove on, groove on If you feel like you wanna make love Under the stars above Love on, love on If there's something you wanna say, And talkin' is the only way Rap on, oh, rap on 'Cause whatever you do, Oh, you've got to do your thing If you feel like you wanna scream 'Cause that's your way of lettin' off steam Scream on, scream on If you feel like you wanna sing 'Cause singing is your thing Sing on, sing on If you wanna make love all night And you feel it's right Right on, right on 'Cause whatever you do, oh, You've got to do your thing Do your thing... |
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| 4:44 |
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Isaac Hayes
Theme From Shaft Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? SHAFT! Ya damn right! Who is the man that would risk his neck For his brother man? SHAFT! Can you dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about? SHAFT! Right On! They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft. THEN WE CAN DIG IT! He's a complicated man But no one understands him but his woman JOHN SHAFT! |
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