ALABAMA lyrics - Songs Of Inspiration

I Am The Man Thomas

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I am the Man, Thomas I am the Man Look at these nail scars Here in my hand They drove me up the hill, Thomas I am the Man They made me carry the cross, Thomas I am the Man I am the Man, Thomas I am the Man Look at these nail scars Here in my hand They crowned my head with thorns, Thomas I am the Man They nailed me to the cross, Thomas I am the Man I am the Man, Thomas I am the Man Look at these nail scars Here in my hand They pierced me in the side I am the Man I died on the cross, Thomas I am the Man I am the Man, Thomas I am the Man Look at these nails scars Here in my hand They buried me in the tomb, Thomas I am the Man In three days I rose, Thomas I am the Man I am the Man, Thomas I am the Man Look at these nails scars Here in my hand

Nine Plan Failed

ADAM ANT "Dirk Wears White Sox"
after nine years in the army they took away his brain they tattooed defect on his brow and signed him up again he killed ten thousand germans a hundred japanese a family of hindus and a lot of portugese nine plan failed I could never see the point of showing them you're boss when they drag you through the city streets and naiI you to a cross they took him to the office they strapped him to the bed they fastened lots of pretty wires securely to his head they wheeled him down the corridor upon a metal trolley now he wears big spectacles and he sings like Buddy Holly nine plan failed I could never see the point of showing them you're boss when they drag you through the city streets and nail you to a cross the world declared its armistice and took away his guns and now he satisfies himself on piss-weak tea and buns on piss-weak tea and buns oh oh at the disco Rome is very pretty and Rome is very grand but the Pope lost his four fingers when they gave this boy his hand to kiss when they gave this boy his hand to kiss it wasn't funny no he wasn't very good at school his highest grade was C but he believed the managers when they said:- you leave it all to me they gave him suits from Saville Row the quality so fine so now he sits in the desert wastes just waiting for a sign nine plan failed

Coordinates

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Les Miserables sample] STUDENT ONE Platoon of sappers advancing toward the barricade! STUDENT TWO Troops behind them, fifty men or more! [Aesop] I target the cruks of all that's considered sin The lost child venomous neck that spittles off my chin Color me what? Spell-bound man hunting hell-hound Special investigations set king pin Bounce and of course your happy Mic activist Axis pivotal point spun all to often Now walk and spin cycle Dug psychadelic syndrome jabs your abdomen I'm adament with disperse and curse across You're playing your chances broken branches Scattered around your mainframe type uproot it My hand saluted eastward compass is spinning Magnetic field my metal mind driven Threshold fresh coke crush and affect Mic check and spin a rec conglomerate The all absorbing metamorphing monument Not that average once upon a glock, glock, glock Dot, dot, dot, etcetera The heated mass of fire and gas threatens your retina Burning you back to immobile twitchin fetal position Itching for what could have been if not for who This is Aesop Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates One hand on my mic While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone Close encounters of the first kind Contact cursed minds skies red Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs Over whim and worry flurried on your sidesteps My pride treads thick Utilize wide lens I slide strength in Tell her gently we utilize mic like skeller Tanky evidently all is not well In a metra pot sell Automatic hell habitat Tainted polutin it's toxic to me The melancholy-olly-oxygen free on the night watch Boo signs reduced y'all troops to tragedy Radically millions morphing the orphans Spitting distortion Piteous portions lacked a guiding light Overiding and striding through the night Story army extends mics like dendrites I blend life Dark then gray shapes Till the splays made illustrate my views on sanity If you're feeling famished we are family Aesop Rock the canopy seek shelter I have weaved a web across the sky hovering covering all Night crawling audio visual veterans Spreading like spores to the homes of all average Americans 50 million poets screaming all on the run That's 50 million hearts beating as one This is Aesop Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates One hand on my mic While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone

Respect The Mustache

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
Meanwhile, behind the facade There lurks the secret of a strange Albanian genius I'm like a young Bill Kazmaier, swollen from the juice Primobolan in my hemoglobin, chiefin' on the spruce Rocking all white silk, shorts just stop at the knee Stay saucy like a pasta, with the broccoli, who's stopping me? You gotta be out of your mind, I'm an anomaly Salt and pepper beard, distinguished look just like I'm Connery Escape the rocks, see me rollin' through the furnace If I make it to the top, it's cause this motherfucker earned it Well since I'm high, straight polenta from the pot On some bad lieutenant shit, show me how you suck a cock Hoppin' out the 96 Cadillac d'Elegance Pocket full of Mozza, see me fucking with some lesbians Man fuck that Bronson, don't even say something to these faggots, you already know what time it is, we fuck around and fuck their fathers, up I love chocolate just like Colagaro, from Flushing out to Kosovo My family pedigree picnics with Berettas Filas on the slippers, windbreaker pants and sweaters Very clever, ancient blood line gettin' cheddar Cobblestone the streets, shifting manual in Benzes Neighbor with the hoxha, him and all his shit offends [?] We gather up the lamb, he sacrifice it properly Stuff and twist with cabbage leaves, smoke exotically Control the whip with one hand, listen to Hendrix Loaded 45 chrome, tucked by the appendix Every sentence like the Machu Picchu descendants When I rhyme, I'm always on time, perfect attendance I'm living splendid, blowing sticky in a rented The olive oil virgin, first press, it's never blended, kid I'm straight raw like Carpaccio I'm just a heartthrob straight off the screen, just like DiCaprio [Hook:] [Scratching] Fuck your feedback, respect the moustache You're like a 40 dolla holla from Guadalajara [Scratching] Respect the moustache [Scratching] Motherfuckers ain't promised tomorrow Control the floor just like I'm Morimoto, hold my nuts in my hand That's when I pose for photo, doggy I'm often dolo Cause I'm an only child, plus I love the silence Just me and my thoughts, one hand grip the hooptie wheel Soon you'll see me in the Coupe Deville Eating stupid veal, steady aimin', shoot to kill Walk with a cane, but no I'm not a pimp P-P-Pinkie in the air, martini glasses full of shrimp, pussy Yeah, straight fuckin' fly shit, shout out to my men Statik Selektah, Action Bronson, and shout out to your moms man, that made me the fuckin' man I am today. And a real fuckin' shout out to P.O. Garcia man, stop ringing my bell 9:00 at night man, you know I'm not in my crib, Big Body Bes, man [Hook]

100 Yard Dash

AB-SOUL "Long Term"
Everybody get the fuck down now Soul in the building Yeah, we taking everything Everything you got Hit the deck I need everything you possess I suggest you cooperate for this tech Send you to the doctor to operate You complicate my scheme to get rich I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit Look, when the chips get low, my fifth just blow Anything that I could pawn, come about that, dog It's money to be made and if you got it I'm taking it Just run it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga [Hook:] And that might leave more than a rash I'm coming for your ass Please hand me the cash Cause when I'm down on my last I gotta re-up fast Point me to your stash Don't make me say it again Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them Frankly I'm a menace In fact I'm ready to blast So whatever you got, run it Like a 100 yard dash Coming for you Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in You would get pulled out Like my dick in these women when I'm finna bust, don't test my clout Your execution is a must, no doubt For the longest niggas been taking my kindness for weakness But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire I arose from the dark to claim everything you own And there's nothing between us but opportunity and this chrome It don't take a genius to know I mean this, so ante up Before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada Nigga [Hook:] And that might leave more than a rash I'm coming for your ass Please hand me the cash Cause when I'm down on my last I gotta re-up fast Point me to your stash Don't make me say it again Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them Frankly I'm a menace In fact I'm ready to blast So whatever you got, run it Like a 100 yard dash I'm wild with it, pistol whip whoever's in the house with it Call the cops, tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs Tell your wife to pull her panties down I need those too, what you gon' do? Don't jeopardize your life, for the nigga hard body made of cement Plus I'm loaded like this clip, off of the Seagrams Lay you on the floor like granite Granted your granny watching, I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em Better believe it, my head's sort of off, shit I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen The cars honk but times is hard hard and I gotta eat Give me the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts, your bongs Your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly That's dead wrong so I'm heavy Like Chris Wallace, regardless You're getting stuck up, pussy Like a tampon with a handgun, push me But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam and it wouldn't miss a thing Bow! Chyea! Rose I got you nigga I want everything I want the jewels, the watches, the bling bling, all that shit All y'all little niggas getting your chains robbed I'm on you I'm just playing y'all, I wouldn't hurt a fly Came out dope though Carson arsonist Yeah, it's funny that you say Carson-Carson arsonist That's where you're from right? Carson? Yes, yes sir Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map, where would I be lookin'? Carson is right in between Compton and Long Beach Shout out to Carson, Del Amo, that's where I'm from though, DA

Emotionless

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes Boy you talk about my life here Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal [Chorus] Put my emotions aside (why?) Cause they can never take my alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug) And if I'm standing in front of the judge Guess what? He can never take me alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) [Juelz Santana] Poured off Bentley Looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man (man) Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh) Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks, Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? (What you want?) Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?) Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?) Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us) Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge [Chorus] [Jim Jones] They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding) Now, do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple) I'm drunk staring B I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture) And it all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet) Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones) They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding) They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded) A thug changes, and love changes And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes [Chorus]

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