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ALESANA lyrics - A Place Where The Sun Is Silent

The Best Laid Plans Of Mice And Marionettes

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There's no escape from this awful place! Hey, stranger what's your name? Have we met before? Take a look around, the scenes are all the same. I can see the veil right behind me. I'll close my eyes and this will go away. Have I ever said this before!? If I just keep moving will I be okay or panic in the mayhem!? I can't take it, I'm battered and broken, abandoned forever! It's round and round and round we go. Somebody please let me know just what it takes to begin to start all over again. The truth has finally shown it's face. How long have I been in this place? I never had a choice, you blinded me and stole my voice! I will see you soon. Hey, stranger what's your name? Have we met before? Do I ever dare to question fate's design or submit to such a bleak destiny? There has to be another way than this, It's a hopeless fight anyway! I will not give up and wash away the sin, I'm thirsting for the carnage! I can't take it, I'm battered and broken, abandoned forever! It's round and round and round we go. Somebody please let me know just what it takes to begin to start all over again. The truth has finally shown it's face. How long have I been in this place? I never had a choice, you blinded me and stole my voice! I will no longer take flight from you... Now that you've got me, what's next?! Let me help. Now I destroy you, demon! Sinew is ripped to shreds! Stripped form your body, crimson! Fury of righteousness will now consume you in death! It's the sweet, sweet song of your heartbeat. All I feel is a memory. Of the night I laid in bed with you. It's the easy sound of your breathing. Telling me what I should've seen. Where was I when you fell fast asleep? I can't live without you by my side. It's round and round and round we go. Somebody please let me know just what it takes to begin, to start all over again! It's round and round and round we go. Someone please let me know just what it takes to begin, to start all over again!

Roc The Mic (Remix)

NELLY "Nellyville"
[Intro - Beanie] You know we hadda do a remix right Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! All you Young Gunnerz! Hey Just, this the one right here baby! I told you dawg! Its B Sig in the place with State P and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B. Sig cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out [Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)] I bring the hood when I'm travelin Scrap backwoods unravelin Scrap smoke good when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks) Who want beef with State P... Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close [Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)] Its Free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga (Fuckin with some made niggas) Hit him with the AK nigga (Free no you didn't) Yes I did Overpayed shit Wait a minute... When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's Freeway in the place with my squad and we got what it takes to DUMP the K FLIP your ride! [Chrous 1 - Beanie] Its B Sig in the place with State P and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to Young Free cause 50 shots still will turn the club out [Chorus 2 - Freeway] Its Freeway in the place with State P and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B Sig cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E [Chorus 3 - Nelly] Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say around herre cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break [Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee] Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say to my face cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place [Verse 3 - Murphey Lee] Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like 'maybe I was better off selling rocks' I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk and I take em real far to a safe place to dump [Verse 4 - Nelly] Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now See how I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six Julius Irv' Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K - 'Know' one here even said your name R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn S - Sad to see you really just want just One - more hit please please! You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension No we ain't system call this mic invention Snitchin Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride [Chorus 3] [Chorus 2] [Outro - Freeway (to fade)] All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! Yeah! Its the, its the Roc nigga Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! And another one...

Rock The Mic

NELLY
[Intro - Beanie] You know we hadda do a remix right Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! All you Young Gunnerz! Hey Just, this the one right here baby! I told you dawg! Its B Sig in the place with State P and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B. Sig cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out [Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)] I bring the hood when I'm travelin Scrap backwoods unravelin Scrap smoke good when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks) Who want beef with State P... Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close [Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)] Its Free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga (Fuckin with some made niggas) Hit him with the AK nigga (Free no you didn't) Yes I did Overpayed shit Wait a minute... When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's Freeway in the place with my squad and we got what it takes to DUMP the K FLIP your ride! [Chrous 1 - Beanie] Its B Sig in the place with State P and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to Young Free cause 50 shots still will turn the club out [Chorus 2 - Freeway] Its Freeway in the place with State P and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B Sig cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E [Chorus 3 - Nelly] Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say around herre cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break [Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee] Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say to my face cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place [Verse 3 - Murphey Lee] Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like maybe I was better off selling rocks I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk and I take em real far to a safe place to dump [Verse 4 - Nelly] Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now See how I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six Julius Irv' Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K - Know one here even said your name R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn S - Sad to see you really just want just One - more hit please please! You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension No we ain't system call this mic invention Snitchin Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride [Chorus 3] [Chorus 2] [Outro - Freeway (to fade)] All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! All a y'all need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! Yeah! Its the, its the Roc nigga Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! And another one...

My Brother

Chubb Rock "I Gotta Get Mine Yo"
I walk down the street yo pick any one I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun I said Little homeboy what's up with the glock 19? He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe I said Guilt will let him know what he did and you don't need to go to jail you're just a kid. Give me the gun little G just cool it down. You've got a lot to live for you're college bound. And so he screams and cries, we start huggin On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin Tears drip as we walk to the crib And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid I woke up it's a brand new day Little man blew himself away And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn And I'm lost in the storm Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand The conspiracy upon the first man Death to the Klan pump the fists that's connected To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand And the plan to conserve this confused violent land Different races, faces share the same spaces Sewed by arrogant laces Taste t his peace is real sweet Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak Will be done before the sun starts to nova Or we'll be over Reveal the passion button now hit it Cause no one is born a bigot Delete what you have engraved in your mind And throw up the peace sign And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three With no P-E, A-C-E It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin Find the music of peace and start rappin The answer lies in your hearts then your minds And maybe then we can save human kind Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one But a Woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist crew Without death cause that will be illogical Peace will cover every newspaper article So now then, where do we start Everybody knows they have to play a part Open your minds and clear your minds And throw up the peace signs Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn Or be lost in the storm

Rock The Mic

BEANIE SIGEL
[Intro (Beanie Sigel): ] Ho!....Ho!....Ho!... [Freeway] Bounce [Beanie Sigel] Holla [Freeway] Bounce....bounce....bounce [Beanie Sigel] It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out [Verse 1 (Freeway): ] I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin', chicks peck wood when I'm travelin Fuck a lex cause the click thick good in a caravan Slide through your hood like a avalanche Take a flick if you get a chance get that close Fuck in a van cause I got that dough Deal with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast Guaranteed to eat this toast I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around I be around ricans vida loca They got all the toastas don't need no gats I got a six stashed leave 'em around So I don't get left around haters around when I leave In the winter rock short sleaves reason to pound With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin Shut no marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin Keep movin, lockin the town [Chorus (Freeway): ] It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip [Beanie Sigel] It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! [Verse 2 (Beanie Sigel): ] It's Mack-daddy-young strappy No he ain't the OG gangsta Yes I is! come on don't test I kid I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did Notorious like that Bed Stuy kid, big or small you can get it Damn raw like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin I pull the Mac out the closet start fryin Will you cats try to block it stop tryin Take that, get back, clap mine You know, stay low, keep fryin, uh! I put the led in they gat, the medal go clap I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat You fuck around and need a medical cat The led a go clap, your head a go back Uh, it's B Sige, in the place to be With two seaters on the waist of me, who's facin me? [Chorus (Beanie Sigel):] It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! [Freeway] It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip [Verse 3 (Freeway): ] Red nickels down your way don't trip Get holded down your way got soldiers down your way Keep quiet down your way no lip All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self When I come through with they hammer make you lose yo' health And, boulder dashes move like Cassius Clay Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way Obey my thirst move yay through traffic Without Sprite, without Nike's I just do it bar break your basket Yeah you damn right, without ice I pull a playa honey card stuffed with baskets International post playas stuck with a adlib You don't wanna be hoe playas stuck in the hood Bend over backwards clown suckers on a backwoods [Chorus (Freeway): ] It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip [Beanie Sigel] It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! [Freeway] It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip [Beanie Sigel] It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! [Outro (Freeway): ] All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self

Amarillo Sky

JASON ALDEAN "Jason Aldean"
He gets up before the dawn; Packs a lunch an' a thermos full of coffee. It's another day in the dusty haze; Those burnin' rays are wearin' down his body. The diesels worth the price of gold; It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold, But he's still holdin' on. He just takes the tractor another round, An' pulls the plow across the ground, And sends up another prayer. He says: "Lord, I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?' "Please don't let my dreams run dry, "Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky." That hail storm back in '83, Sure did take a toll on his family. But he stayed strong and carried on, Just like his Dad and Granddad did before him. On his knees every night, He prays: "Please let my crops and children grow," 'Cause that's all he's ever known. He just takes the tractor another round, An' pulls the plow across the ground, And sends up another prayer. He says: "Lord, I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?' "Please don't let my dreams run dry, "Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky." [Instrumental Break] An' he takes the tractor another round. (Another round.) Another round. (Another round.) Another round. An' he takes the tractor another round, another round. He says: "I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?' "Please don't let my dreams run dry, "Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky. "Underneath this Amarillo Sky."

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