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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Labor Days

No Regrets

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Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was joshua, age 10 Bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch? Lucy would pause, look, grin and say I'm busy, thank you much Well, well, one year passed And believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, And she stopped- Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today?? She said: I'm not giving in, I'm finished, and walked away (Chorus: x2) 1 2 3 That's the speed of the seed A B C That's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always chase But never get it Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered everyday at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors, Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really Say, Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch?? Lucy would smile and say I'm busy, thank you much And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece (Chorus x2) Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one! Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died. (Chorus x2) 1 2 3... A B C...

Burn The Sun

Edge Of Sanity
Music: Andreas Axelson, Benny Larsson, Sami Nerberg Lyrics: Andreas Axelson Andreas Axelson: Guitar Benny Larsson: Drums Anders Lindberg: Bass Dan Swano: Lead Vocals So what is life Don't we all dream of dying or when to die Mesmerized we try to find the answers we rather keep inside Se what are we on our knees and image of all that used to be Straight forward death campaign Let's go where the dreams shall always reign So what is death No need to die It's a power we can deny Leving dead a way of life :aid to rest is this a lie Forever turned backwards Break the circle Hypnoticed Insanity Universal Invert the starsign in the sky Hang on Our jorney's begun Survival means failure under this black burning sun Be strong your walk has been long But these wings of fire will cary you on Murder one Race is run Killing spree is life undone Are you dead before you live Do you have to take before you give Day of time yet to come Your clock is ticking by your dream-drum left for dead Left to life Will you overcome the circle strife The skeletons in your closed world awaits the angel of a world that burns The dream begins No need to repent your living sins Nevergood Nevermore You're free to hate the ones before Wordly devastation is nothing compared to altered mind


ESHAM "Tongues"
(Chorus) We wanna ride, we ride Wanna get high, we get high We wanna touch the sky Like angels we can fly We wanna piece of the pie Get the money before we die We wanna la-de-da, la-de-da [Esham] It's all about the Benjamin's, the Thomas Jefferson's Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on Jefferson Amen to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills I grew up off flexin', money interceptin' Never steppin' without the weapon Disconnected with no papers, niggaz eject it Watch me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next bitch On the ego-trip or some God complex it's The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder lullaby Yellin' out die, die, die, die My, my, my, my Oh my, oh God Tell me why the wicked shit hits so hard First of all we ball like Sammy Sosa And keeps the toasta in case I gotta roast ya I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step close to me I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm supposed to be Dead's what I'm supposed to be... (Chorus) I'm finna bust, so call me a Mausburg Fuck whatchu heard all I see is crow birds Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, murders occured I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' what I call A super-high skydive, balla freefall In the water wit' piranhas, suicidal Nirvana I hydroplane and walk on water, marijuana Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, sexin' me Bitches on my dick so much I need a vasectomy Scientifically analyzed my style dissectin' me Situations like this make me grab the Tek and squeeze It's all about respectin these nuts I hold Or I'll watch ya body turn cold with ya soul, Out this atmosphere, out this hemisphere Out this stratosphere, out everywhere (Chorus)

World So Cruel

Flesh-N-Bone "T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls"
[Flesh-N-Bone] Here I come rollin off with Mo Thugs Trues humbly united gathering souls and bail Livin life daily, all tha way Tha plan instead they put'em on ah self-destruct But I don't wanna go to hell Vix'n tha body does it tell'n explicit For more'n I seen ya vision And let never fiendin catch us and ah schemin We'll drink foe tha way yallz are breakin me pan (hey man) We born to tha weed it would grow Didn't know tha Bone'd grown some Buckaz gon' keep it rightm just home And searchin wit they hustlin (no matter) Same time see tha Bone They done have ah safe place foe my babies Don't murda, brown up, so crazy get'n tha cruel World, all made up it like hades Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine I'd hide drug dealaz I find my started Try not to pine in my nine I try to stay kind insteadd it plus pealin, plealin That splif, roll over that shove it Find tha po po beatin, down ya doe and did it To ya break and ya won't see tha busta faces Here tha more, la for, killin each other for witches and shoes Shit it ain't nothin to lose, we get ah drop in twos Mo's Fools do nothin and I tasts my turnin And passin it out wit tha Layzie lil' Eazy, my mentor Keep in, handin over tha shoes, I go walkin in And baby had to go die bye bye Wit tha cruel world take'em shed Chorus: Why, why, why, are we Livin in ah world world world so cruel (repeat) [Run] This Reverend from heaven Just makin you feel 'bout these problems for Run But neva go less, I'm fresh with Flesh Tha solution's begun, gotta get yall, hit yall wit yo fellaz makin dollaz and cents But tha fact that wak rappaz be jealous make this Reverend intense I'm flippin, I'm scrippin, I'm rippen'em down They be burnin my church No lippin', I'm sippin, I'm tippin my ground, gettin first in my verse Who got yo macho, shot yo kids, creepin up on yo crew It's kinda hot, yall got yo bids, boy, and that how we do What's tunnel mind it's soldiaz I'm bought masterline at this line These bookaz, that welfare line And can forget that black on black crime We livin, and driven, and giving them love But what they do wit out heart For takin and breakin and fakin then jacks Boy ya tear'em apart Just livin in ah world that's so so cruel That's tha tape in yo deck They take our money, rape our women, now come give you respect [Run] (sermon) And I believe, a lot of us shouldn't condemn these rappers Because if nobody would ah told me about God The church folks would ah been talkin bad about me Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] Think bout tha in us too, me 1999 Than what would we do We breakin it'll make ah change, fool Do somethin knows quicker, it's all fake Ya smoke tramps in our community flood Wit ah master plan to get rid of ah sea me got crack And all these diseases that make us immune And ain't it rediculous Look at us strugglin, hustlin Gotta make ends meat to pay my bills Gotta help ain't no grub on our grills Stuffin to ge to me fillin, thats only foe real, though Still, people feel me So many of yall now diamonds on tha rough Sho' nuff, better know us When they get it, betta grip tight Holdin my brothaz, we're marchin soldiaz And I told ya And it showed, decievin, caught him on camera Some coppaz got no love, they see a thug Comin up, steady peepin to sweeta Foe see murd, they need go just Wanna help tha weed trust Don't even run to pull ah gun and pop it Tha blacker together mens, gather strong at last Controllin no mass, no more violence, gon' stop it Grow up to be cloppaz, and I'm proud Be keepin my Lord's warch, and it's no When you think it's sin, wanna lve by tha sword Gotta die gash, ash to dust They turnin that passin and not with tha less Lil' Easy my mentor, king Handin over tha shoes, I go walkin in Fill us up on gag, betta pass with tha cruel world take'em shed Chorus


[Mr. Gene Poole] The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system I spark to get y'all off to a good start Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark, dodging poison darts Catch one in the left lung I hope the Cherokee parks by itself tracksmart Act like you part of this you'll find yourself victim of the rhyme bombardment Weak shit, I have the tolerance I write the best rhymes in my sleep Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin' up the sheets Ink spots, puss spot niggas tryin to stop this Think not get ? and listen for your bank knock We do a lot of this activity in my city Get a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee Weak assistant of three had to be persistantly equal In order for it to work out in a balance Which comes down to a question of natural talents Can't keep those gifts isolated in tablets It's not about rap ballads, or who can flow the best What kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad? (Hmmm...) French...yes..thank you very much..On to the next [Slug] Yo, you rappers elude me but that's nothing new I still stick to my duty, to kick something true Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers Tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears I've made a full of strangers throw hands in the air (Man) I know you sense danger, I can see it in your stare (Man) Don't provoke anger when the mic's in my hand, Cause if I get that spark I'm quick to rip apart your plans Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make 'em vegetables Just to let 'em know that the course tastes pure Pissed off all the local rappers so it's time to go on tour I'm sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps Instead I break that snake's neck and take his breath Half the time half of 'em don't catch the rhymes They need they friends with to show 'em how we wax behinds Please fool, hella stupid I'm assuming probably Couldn't even rock your own family reunion and I'm through with the politicket Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinking, motherfucker! [Mr. Gene Poole] I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a thumb through his mouth And swing em' like a bowling ball make 'em strike the fuck out Take a hook and stab it through his back and curve it around his spine and throw em out By the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line (Damn!) Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish Chop 'em up into steaks and sop 'em up off the plate with biscuits and rice I put the hand of the one that likes to hold mics in a vice Make sure he never writes in his life When it's time for me to display (Stay the FUCK out the way) And when its time for you to DJ you going play what I say The word for the day is "Fette" cash lessons Get ready to mash when I give the word don't ask questions Pack yo shit, dont smack yo bitch Leave peaceably cause these'll be vital elements of livin' feasibly ? the urban ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rocking the uptown partay like coca angel vatte I provide that mental rush and that physical feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted Be hushed when you see me in deep thought Hand clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed [Slug] Yo, yo, I quit fronting, really-really I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life When I reflect that night, I seek light in the confusion I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion Managed to come through and I'm in the minimalism, yo The damage is due it's time to climb to catch a vision Yo, I've had it with you, and the terms which I work cause it matter to you The flight's cursed, I might burst challenging who? Balance the mood, yo Stress, let's gather the crew, Commence to wreck shit then exit, I'd rather that you Throw your hands in the air And if that's too demanding you can stand there and stare

Rock Bottom

EMINEM "Slim Shady EP"
Ah yeah, yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as fuck Verse One: I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net I'm popping perkasets, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged Full of venom and rage Especially when I'm engaged And my daughter's down to her last diaper That's got my ass hyper I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders These overnight stars becoming autograph signers We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us Along with the small fry's and average half pinters While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless Snakes slither in the grass spineless Chorus: repeat 2X That's Rock Bottom When this life makes you mad enough to kill That's Rock Bottom When you want something bad enough you'll steal That's Rock Bottom When you feel you have had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear Verse Two: My life is full of empty promises And broken dreams I'm hoping things will look up But there ain't no job openings I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game play Cause when we die we know were all going the same way It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan When all you need is bucks to be the man Plus a luxury sedan Too comfortable and roomy in a six They threw me in the mix With all these gloomy lunatics Walk around depressed And smoke a pound of ses a day And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away Chorus There's people that love me and people that hate me But it's the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em? Cause I never went gold of one song I'm running up on someone's lawns with guns drawn Chorus

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