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illuminati
a secret society do exist illuminati-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti illuminati a secret society do exist illuminati-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti- ti-ti-ti-ti illuminati a secret society do exist illuminati-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti- ti-ti |
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What the fuck?
They know what is what, But they don't know what is what, They just strut. What the fuck? They just know, What they know, What they don't know, What is what. |
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
into this thing the deeper I go the more knowledge I know what to sing what to bring wha... I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper into the rhyme Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself checkin it out I’m not dancin' no more but why? why? why? wha... How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones the one, the ones that say they know what is what but they don't know what is what they just strut what the fuck? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper into this thing and I pretend that they're not there I just stare up in the booth at the dread man spinnin the song spinnin it strong playing things like we cannot house we can that’s my shit what? whoooooo! I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper when people start to disappear and it's about six o'clock whoo I'm feelin' hot take off my sweater and my pants and I start to dance and all the sweat just goes down my face and I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place I get deep, oh i get deep I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep he takes all the bass out of the song and all you hear is highs and its like oh, shit! ahh I get deeper I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep and the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol and I get drunk and I oh all over the place And I catch myself right on time right on line with the beat and its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet I get deeper I get deeper I get deeper If the house music was ale and Doctor love would be my song And I would only take deep breaths and fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass I get deep Now it's about three and I see people goin' spinnin' jumpin' and grindin' as if they had wings on their feet raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself spinnin those funky funky funky house beats And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing with matic pause without cause bass from those high definition speakers sitting in the corner on each side of the room givin' us the boom boom boom to our zoom zoom zoom the smell of a L lit while walking by but the music gets me high saint defy like and old lady in church we get happy we stomp our feet we clap our hands we shout we cry we dance and we say sweet Lord, speak to me speak to me, speak to me, speak to me because we love house music and on this planet it brings us together like a family reunion every week we eat we drink we laugh we play and we skate so for all you hip hoppers you do woppers name droppers you bill boppers come into our house to get deep You guys just keep it rollin' You gotta just keep it rollin' (x19) Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards) Out under the big bright yellow sun (x40) |
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drop the hate
forgive each other drop the hate hate hate hate (repeat) -=by Jossse=- |
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Bird of prey, Bird of prey,
Flying high, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, In the summer sky, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Flying high, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Gently passing by, Flying high. Flying high, Flying high. Take me on your flight. Flying high. Flying high, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Flying high, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, In the summer sky, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Flying high, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Gently passing by, Flying high. Flying high, Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Flying high, Flying high, Bird of prey, Bird of prey, In the summer sky, Flying high. Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Flying high, Flying high, Bird of prey, Bird of prey, Gently passing by, Flying high. Flying high, Flying high, Take me on your flight. Flying high. Flying high, Flying high, In the summer sky, Flying high. |
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They say she had a heart attack
I think the preacher's coming back And I'm frying 'cos all my love's electrifying And I'm comfy like a cess-pool Wanna be with you And it's my premonition I better give my heart a listen And my preacher say All of your demons will wither away Ecstacy comes and they cannot stay You'll understand when you come my way 'Cos all of my demons have withered away They said he shook himself to death I wanna dance 'til my last breath But mister disco only parties hard in Frisco And I'm comfy like a cess-pool Wanna be with you And it's my premonition I better give my heart a listen And my preacher say All of your demons will wither away Ecstacy comes and they cannot stay You'll understand when you come my way 'Cos all of my demons have withered away |
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