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I'm just gonna shout this one, I'm just uhh, gonna gonna gonna gonna say this
to the people, not so much the people in the audience as the people sitting in my mind, Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb Donde esta los digits du DJ Rap? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin' on the road bumps Run into a tree stump Tweeter out the back door Slam into the dirt lot, stopped With the cable runnin' out the backside Disconnected And if you had a chance-ah You wouldn't even stop denying, Go talk to Anna Hand. Go start the multiplyin' Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww BlaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Red Green is like a boom to the what's dis non. Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn. (repeat) CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back down And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh.. Todd Berry Todd Berry I'm gonna pay you on a shorely rate, pay you on a shorely rate, rate, rate, rate, rate... Oh when I woke up and got on the BMC I saw the boom shudap and that's fresh to me .. And they were scrawling on the window with wise-ass keys, And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys. Green is like a boom to the what's dis non. Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn. (repeat) If you had a chance-ah You wouldn't even stop denying Go talk to Anna Hand, Go start the multiplyin' CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwn And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back down, And she's never gonna come back Dowwwnnn, He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka dj's they get stopped by a single finger.... Huh! He's gonna bubble it up now, He likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up just a little more than that? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up just..could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up? Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes! Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in the naaaaame, In the name, And it was in my belly bitter, But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter. CHORUS Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but she's never gonna come back down I have The pop song on the five, but she's never gonna come back down To grab The t-shirt off the line, but she's never gonna come back down I think she's murderously sly, but she's never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwwwn You understand? You know what I'm saying? Rght on to the people up front, Right to the people in the back, Right on to the bartender, Right on to the waitresses, Right on to the DJ, Right on, Right on to the lady with the beer over there in the pink skirt, Right on to all them mmmmmm English girls named Charisse... Fucking blonde English girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying? I love that shit. And the seven unders uttered, The seven thunders undered The seven unders thundered, The seven unders thuddered, thuddered, thuddered, under, thuddered under The seven thunders uttered. Charisse-ah. BT: Fucking excellent man. DOUGHTY: That's what I do for a living.. |
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No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming No pain, no hurt. We'll go dreaming Walk with me, The future's at hand. Here with us, Here where we stand. We both know the power of pain, We get back up and start it again. With new hope, no place for tears, Leave behind those frozen years. Come with me and we'll go dreaming. We don't know how it can be, Searching out dignity. Nothing can be as savage as love, One taste is never enough. With new hope, no place for tears. Catch my hand and come with me. Close your eyes and dream. |
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A lonely doll
She came again Frozen wall Like teenage skin And neither for What comes within A substance clouds like sinking sin CHORUS You told your great tale And it's always the same Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what you said How very bizarre All those blood-letting games Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what you said (repeat) Lay me down Oh such a shame... CHORUS You told your great tale And it's always the same Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what she says How very bizarre All these blood-letting games Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what she says You told your great tale And it's always the same Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what you said How very bizarre All these blood-letting games Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what you said Still smell of fear She came again A frozen wall Like teenage skin She'll break my fall Begin my friend Some old substance clouds like sinking sin CHORUS You told your great tale And it's always the same Quite a shame that it goes this way Is what she says How very bizarre All these blood-letting games Quite a shame that it goes this way It's such a shame It's such a shame |
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1. Dance to the beat, shuffle my feet.
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See here we have a beautiful view of the earth down below,
As the satellite departs. She smells of the sun, And she's constantly saying, That's it's all a lie, Because lies, sound so nice, And like soil to seed goes, Casting my fears aside... She says: "The satellite is coming." I pray, the wrecking ball is waiting, She says: "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home." Satellite... Still smells of the sun, And the light that brings healing, Is burning my eyes, And the dark, seems so nice, And I'm choking on blessings, that I can receive I hide. She says: "The satellite is coming." I pray, the wrecking ball is waiting, She says: "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home." She says: "The satellite is coming." I pray, the wrecking ball is waiting, She says: "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home." She says: (Satellite) "The satellite is comming" I pray, (She) The wrecking ball is waiting, She says: "The Satellite is comming, It's come to take us home." |
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Running Down the Way Up
The lower centers in me revolve around Derive their meaning from my self will As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch Conscious light gets through somehow Yet I always fail to notice Yet I always fail to notice I'm always headed for the ground The visible effect runs through my blood As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch Conscious light gets through somehow I always fail to notice I'm heading for the ground Has desire found a shady avenue? (Standing above - below me) Has desire found a shady avenue? (Standing above - below me) And I always fail to notice Yet, I always fail to notice Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) And if we doubt we can hardly hope to shine And the sun could eventually be outshone Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Some conscious light gets through somehow Yet, I fail to notice Then I'm heading for the ground Always running down the way up Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there (Running down...) |
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Awareness, the fruit of life.
Awareness and happiness. Vibes... The dance never ends. But I know you're there. But I know you're there. Only you are my happiness. Memories... Happiness... Lovely voices... In nightfall I'll meet you, seeds of desire absolve. There's no going back. I'm losing control. As the morning creeps up, and I'm looking for the shade. In your embrace, My grieving says. Reach out for me - reach out. Reach out for me - reach out. I know you're there...you're there. Reach out for me - reach out. Reach out for me - reach out. I may go with you. Reach out for me - reach out. Reach out for me - reach out. I savour every moment. I'll savour every moment. You're precious, You're precious to me. |
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Check it out.
Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets.. Back, back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Smartbomb. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. BT Check it out. Check it out. Check it out. Uh. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Uh. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. BT Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. I said. Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Smartbomb.Smartbomb.Smartbomb. Back on the set and coverin' all bets.. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Back, back on the set and coverin' all bets. Smartbomb. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. We came to drop bombs. Callin' every man to arms, And yo sound the alarm. Smartbomb. Smartbomb. |
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(...The vibrations and compatibility - I think it's like a magnet)
(the magnet brings to itself steel) (we shall wait no longer) (we look forward to a future, where life is...) For rap it's live and die as we hurl thru outer space Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face Caught up in dead aim Picky to ferris is startin' over Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over And replicate Cowards better get this shit straight Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate Livin'... live for hip hop - two for Bicardi and women - three four The legal hustle: cash money and women 'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect Grand and V I apply 'nuff pressure to snap yer neck Keep it bouncin' like P R records and bad checks (tell me when you ready) (I am ready) (check 'em out) (listen to this) My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat Keep it primed all the time for these bruthas I meet That be talkin' behind my back Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the bruthas in ya clique Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school Back on the set and coverin' all bets The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet But don't celebrate let's get some things straight Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8 Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests One hundred percent cuz I expect the best Nuttin' less Don't hit Ras with the stress Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe) Bruthas gettin' killed and bruthas in cell blocks Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box Felt all the pain thru sunshine and rain Hopin' one day that all of this will change Had to rearrange my life - I strike twice Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice Never nuttin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what) 'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro You know - that if you ever needed Rasco That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe I never ran - my moms raised a real man Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans World in my hand - she said it was all mine Always made sure that everything was fine Stop it on the dime - drop nuttin' but ill rhymes Started as a hobby - I did it to kill time Now it's got perks - no longer the desk clerk But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work Hope that vest work - we spittin' the teflon Get out of the way before you get stepped on Never negative we keepin' it on pos Team with BT - we doin' it for the cause Because (because) (check it out) |
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