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ONE MC, ONE DELAY LYRICS
Chorus One MC and one delay We rock the party with no DJ One MC and one delay Who rock the party with no DJ? Verse 1 I ain't afraid of dying 'cause I'm a laser lion And better days arrive upon a maze of blind men Marching on an amazing high, they give me Nine-eight hey's when I raise a five Razor fine, cutting edge, on occasion I Might light up in the backroom raising eyes And their brows, how's that-a-make your crazy ties Spin around your red necks when I plagiarize Blaze a fire from your mouth, keep the place alive Shatter batteries, effects, and a case of wine Okay so fine, you're Mr. Big Man on the bass line If you play so fine, have a taste of mine I'm like a trapped criminal, face the crime My track's a little more evasive, I'm A complacent mind in the place of trying You can find me in the right place and time (Chorus) Verse 2 No I'm not content, I could have rocked a tent Full of fans, hock the pen, pull up my pants And go panting: oxygen Not a damn thing green on my side, hop the fence 'Cause I got the necessary documents A good word from all the former occupants Of the house, but not before I locked 'em in With a mouse, ate the key, my compliments are free But it will cost you confidence, to be an optimist Can take an optic lens bigger than Canada Granted a lot depends on skill Off the bend to an awkward end of will Is where the recommended walk begins 'til reason might freeze, turn talk to sense And if I never write a thesis? doctorates? Pfffft! I'll write a rhyme and go talk to heads... (Chorus) Verse 3 And when the going gets tough, a lot of cats run scared This is it, a physical whip on your rear I'll be knockin' on your door sayin' "ay yo yo" Knockin' on your head sayin' "ay yo yo" 'Cause police don't handle people like Johnson And these dope vandals are takin' the town, son A menace to Venice, embarrassin' Paris Harrison Ford -type charismatic gunners goin' frantic With arms so heavy, might tear the place down Ass destruction! Everybody face down! D to the J to the B to the B to the A to the B-S-U-R-D 'Cuz it's bigger than hiphop, bigger than life It's bigger than your momma and it's bigger than your wife Gettin' bigger by the minute, takin' over the nation These words from the beatback radio station (Chorus) |
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Verse 1
6.45 in the morning in december I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep as when you lied We could start things all over from scratch And put it all behind us, move it outside and close the blinders But it doesn't work that way, you can't erase an emotion Placing a notion like that might seem hard like facing an ocean Of cold facts, keep tripping over your own tracks When you feel like a derailed train hit with a poll tax More wax than in a female flame, that candle So much funky shit inside my brain I can't handle The experience was shattering, the beating and the battering Were not too flattering, I had to take the matter into My own hands, my scattering programmes Were gathering romance, and I had her in slow jams Then it broke... Verse 2 Across the table your eyes are wandering I'm unable to see straight, the world is distorted, unstable My lifeline inside this microphone cable Barricade and barrage it with another mad fable for Jezebel who burned me like the fires in hell I couldn't tell if you fell into my arms like a bell or a treasure Felt too much to even measure Too much pleasure made me forget all about the pain To sustain the hurt you can no longer avert Stay alert and avoid everything you can't trust Dust-to-dust, dirt-to-dirt is what you must Face like the facts, happiness turns to rust again Bust and broken, torn apart like a token See the fire and the smoke, but you don't know who's smoking Or revoking, drying up the pillow that was soaking in tears What if the smoke clears from fears never spoken out loud? |
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Let the dust settle, step on the pedal
See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest Burn the track, this is only a test I'm the leader of the pack My is that... Number one is no Mathias rap Don't try this at home little brother Been doing it for years tearing up the rubber There's thunder on the race track, fire in the sky Anticipation and sweat in your eye We letting it fly now, get up from your seat Pumping up adrenaline and feeling the heat Back in the pits the girls celebrate Who the man? Straight to the getaway van Never made plans, hands where the game is Hear the people scream tell them what my name is Coconut grove, one hell of a heat Late roam to a party down Melbourne Street There's five lanes, five bad brothers Gonna migrate on your highway Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement I'm on the new town by noon The road is the one room I've ever paid rent for (line needs to be added)They play ez rock but I was set for The soul purpose to rock you damn ready To keep the hand steady and speed if I gotta go Fast to a blond Betty in the junction In the back section the girls all celebrate Who the man?Straight to the getaway van Never made plans, hands where the game is Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is Chorus x 2 Charismatic Johnson blew the bar One, two, three, four, get in the car Charismatic Johnson blew the bar One, two, three, four, get in the car I'm in the front row, front seat, last call Asphalt on goodyear would gear my fast fall People equal name with fame and Speed with greed, slow down in the fast lane Rubber and flesh, another turn missed Blowing a kiss, paramedics on the scene Brown skin ladies and the champagne flowin' Towns swing to the music and it feels like a dream Here here to the race and the strong competition Put the drinks on me, the wrong kind of mission But it's never gonna stop me enjoying the thrill godspeed, car speed and kill Back in the pits, the girls all celebrate Who the man? Straight to the getaway van Never made plans, hands where the game is Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is Chorus x 2 Flute solo: Anthem of Mayhem Chorus x 2 It's getting louder than an earthquake, the fabulous four About to crack it, and hammer down as never before My leather jacket feel the force of my two wheel monster T-bone? Never, the damage is constant 'Cause I'm front door to the Ginmill with a sponsor on my lip An ounce or more, I hit the floor and bounce her on my hip Announce a war, I tip the missus, roll away from the cherry tops Dirty side down in the rain, another heavy shock |
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Intro
Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared me down As I passed him, asked him if they missed him and cared Eyes suspicious, used to being attacked on The smell of liquor in his breath, he had pride in his backbone Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart This dog is my family and I sleep in the park But I wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak But the people just don't listen to a bum they all mistreat And it's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep Chorus My mind is spoken My mind is broken My mind's been open for too long Verse 1 There's a light inside still glowing in the kitchen You walk down the stairs, turn life into fiction That intersection could be the last turn And the way you keep beating your heart on fast burn is Fatal, unable to find the right label For the sudden disappearance of familiar road maps You got a video-phone-fax and everything you need But can't hide the truth under a table So you proceed to the street and find yourself alone In the freezing cold, under your feet is The crackling ice that makes time disappear Let your eyelids fall, is blindness a fear? Quiet as the sheer heavy weight that leaves a long shadow When you're battling back to where you started The cold hot on your heels appeals to the real sense You got little that needs to be guarded So keep that thought and your wheel in motion All the mirrors are gone, you feel the motion of The past getting closer, infinite on this tape Minute by minute, give it my limit and escape... |
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(Check this)
Head first into the fire, see me cursing the entire world I fire bullets out the mouth into a tire wall empires fall, others rise even higher, warfare is there to keep you scared in despair, more care is needed, I feed it in your system with a needle never clean it, breath in words when you read them on a page, and engage with the rage, I proceeded to write ^'em on the walls and the call's not impeded see them people with most are rarely opposed to having more frequently those who gleefully toast a famine or contaminated water are the ones who really haven't fought a moment, cant afford another man across the border order order in the courtroom! caught up in a cartoon moving toward a war, and the slaughter ^'bout to start soon all the people rise up before the record ends forgive-ah-me, jah bless, why I best make amends well it's a jah jah blow job it's a jah jah blow job need to find your way back to the jah jah blow job (x3) close up the border, declare a state of alert i'll take your president for hostage with a pen, it's gonna hurt and make him sit down at a table, lock his ankles to the chair listen to him screaming for his bitch tony where? sounds fair, now the picture getting clearer by the minute smack a pen upon a table, dial a call to the senate when it rings, four times, there's an answer outline my demands, give ^'em a name, it's ^'the dancer^' here's a collection of treaties you will sign if you don't, you're running out of time what you complain about? So they work a little harder for the same amount, it's fair trade, not a grain of doubt we keep the money up north and move the labour south and never let it bother me when pulling my new trainers out cause you see it doesn't make it more certain the world's biggest killers operate behind a curtain suffering loud, suffering quiet, tougher than iron an eye for an eye and I keep seeing more terror so the world turns ever on its axis one man struggles while another one relaxes we need a leader with the voice of horace andy singing on the balkans, the pyrenees and andies no professor, not a doctor, not a preacher, not a politician, not a schoolteacher but people hear him in the city and the country all them want is music, and the music make ^'em run free we will kill your leaders and bring you democracy can't appreciate it? is it hard to see we only want what is best for your people benevolent sequel, it only might seem cruel when paratroopers who've been shooting down like hell from above, regroup and start looting for fun run to village after village, pillaging without aim and gain advantage, the damage will outweigh the nerve of going to war against the will of the world turn on the television, see them kill another little girl was she a military target? collateral damage? killed by a missile in the city market now it's darker overhead than it's ever been severing the world body from the head, endeavouring on a crusade for hussein and who's sane and who's not? I swear, these cruise missiles are all aimed at the top |
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