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All About Eve lyrics - Touched by Jesus

Touched By Jesus

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Have you ever wondered much at all About your behaviour, Or worried about the role you play, Grey against the scenery ? Black cloud calls by, Black cloud, blue sky Black birds, your words, Too dark to fly. When reason starts to fade and fall away I want to take a gun to you. Rain another day... While we move as angels, Gather up your blues and clear the way. I hate the games you play While we're touched by Jesus, Gather up your blues And get out of the way. Sand invades your shoes like a desert It's nothing to die about. And our heels are high enough To crush the lizard Take 'em off and shake it out. The sting in the tail Is destined to fail Our skin, takes in no poison. So the next time you're out stumbling across my little piece of sky, and we know we're in a state of grace and we know we're in a state of mind; and we know we're part of the state of art and all we really want to be, is free... you've got to receive, you've got to receive what the spirit says... you've got to believe what the spirit says... and she says... Rain another day While we move as angels Gather up your views and clear the way I hate the games you play. While we're touched by Jesus Gather up your blues and get out of the way


OUTKAST "Stankonia"
Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast you can hear it pumping. The veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder. Then after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving. So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair. The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just goin' to the store. Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society by opposers of positive existence. Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification they'll turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is. You know what it is. Peace out. Verse 1: Andre In these troublin' times a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my dimes stack Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me Try turning the other cheek I understand but never mind that Yes Sir guess the light is getting dim at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims I never thought thirty spokes could attract too much attention I gotta protect my own therefore I'm heated just like a kitchen full of pots and pan Glocks in hand Shots rung out like ringin' the bells and then that sucker nigga ran Damn, I never thought that it would come to this conclusion the folks that throwed us on them boats should be the one's I'm losin' but naw we don't see it that way in '94 this is the real no time for play play betta believe the playas on the loot need to get they head screwed on tight when it really get down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down 'cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right now we gots to see rump crum down here and I don't hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin' it for the white You got a 9 to 5 and now you choose to live it right You takin' yo ass to the Army 'cause you scared of Revolution I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday So play your fuckin' job educated and black I will resort to rob Verse 2: Big Boi See why in the muthafuck do niggas be acting up Do they want me to grab my shit and lettin' that pistol go ruck See I be gettin' stuck and stuff havin' to knock a nigga out about my clout That's not what it's about see yes indeed I got that weed like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces That nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out and then I bounces I got that lyrical flow to make a hoe pull up her skirt I drunk that herk jerk boi thinkin' of future things to work on I got my fuck on and then I took my clothes off Washed my nuts up in the sink and then I got more nuts off Cough it's time to be out see bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp I'm dirtier than the shit on the back of a shrimp Now ain't that foul the way a nigga can spit that style My nigga I spit it I did it Now suckas need to quit it 'Cause it's real Chorus Verse 3: Big Boi Well it's that nigga that be wearing Nautica V-necks and Polo sweats I got some food up in yo thoughts and that cess off in yo chest See livin' up in the dungeon where we stayed in '93 see that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I that be me and when we rock it Niggas be jocking just like ? you snitch I fucked yo bitch See and my niggas G'd that hoe on the South side of Camelton Road No slippin' in this pimpin' she was just a horny toad See I'm a mystery like the killing of Michael Jordan's father Was steadily packin' the hoes when I worked at Foot Locker I'm gettin' higher than learning smokin' 'em up and then burning East Point is on the map and now my clothes is hurtin' Andre: Now shit done got boring ass molin' when excess closed down but niggaz kept sewin' shearin' stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed of the folks but some people tend to joke about this but it's really dead spirits You can bet my lyrics now ya wonder why that we done stopped and got serious Wantin' to know where I'm from and where I need to be Now that I know comfortable living give me meat Can I get back ya wonder why we split back lure us into pitch black dark but I sit back and spark another one to leave ya discombobulated in that dust livin' in a world where in nobody do you trust Then hush never became a major trade but us in major trouble 'cause we made a too many mistakes off in the past Thinkin' you could make it this world and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here) either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind Chorus repeat (last line is changed to: I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes and get my * down yo throat you just don't understand youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!


Aiyyo! Ladies and gentlemen ha ha ha!! Welcome to the team wit the mighty Black Jays yeah!! All di wicked heart dem ... who a dat we a know!! Bun dem up mi wuk fi di lighter ya mon!! Yo blaze dem up burn dem up mon!! Yeah yo Kardinal!! Heh Ya need summa, Black Jays!! Ha-ha! [Kardinal Offishall:] Yo! Come mi suh mek a likkle way Here comes the Fireman and mi no play Sounds get a little [?] from the verses that I spray Remember I don't play and I don't take no disrespect in any way Gangsta - I hear dem likkle punks I see the crooked way you like to walk But Jah Jah has a better understanding of the way I like to move Ain't got nothing to prove and I am not wasting a second checkin you Punk - the speakers in the trunk The bass is overloaded feel the tump The highs are sounding high-high super high Watch a di man dem kiss the sky Everything a everything so you know Kardinal don't have to lie Nah - the world is what I want I'm not gonna lose my flow trying to flaunt Me nah gon' try and fit in with the Devil I am on another seat ..IS WHY YOU LITTLE BEWARE ITS A RUDE BOY! [Chorus: Lindo P] A me say make.. way.. Here comes the Fireman (AHH!) With ganja hennessey all inna hand (yo) Woman touch we pocket and take out a couple grand Dagger pon me hip and mi ting inna hand Whaa-whoi-whoi-whoi YOU! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (Cho!) Making money a blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn Buuuuurrnnnnn!! [Kardinal:] Yo! I represent my crew Some youths they love to talk until they blue My family will look out for each other cause that's how we haffi do We ain't talking to you or we ain't dealing with a likkle interview WHEY!! Big up to Mr. Hakim We controlling the scene and making green Some people think dem haffi pay to chatter and talk all bout dem machine I don't live in between and I am not concern with hold no magazine CHO!! I am just who I am I been this way since I was inna 'Brough And naturally we all are insecure but ya haffi dash wey that fi sure Soon as it hit the door ya haffi mek dem know say man a come fi more YEH!! More than the rest a dem I do not feel no ways if you no blend Cause they will always want the righteous man Fi bob we head and make it bend This youth can not pretend (DASH WI DAT!!!) [Chorus] [Kardinal talking:] Burn! A mi say fiiiiiiiiire!! Righteous man liveth forever and I-ver more A-hahahaha! Yeah! Black Jays (a mi say fiiiiire) Konvict family stand strong unno rude bwoy! Heh heh heh heh... (ahhhh!!)

Future Sound

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
[Akil] Yea [Soup] Turn me up though [Akil] Uh Huh,Yea [Soup] Come on [Akil] Anyway [Soup] A 1,2 what cha gonna do 2,3 what's this gonna be... come on now [Akil and Soup - talking over each other] Yea Yea uh, a come on now Let me hear you, Let me hear you [Akil] Uh yea Provoke emotions when I'm boastin and braggin Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up You heard of us, real niggaz we blow the world up Rip off the planet, take it for granted when I manage With that home team advantage, automatic rhyme bandit Bout to hand it , Cause you cram to understand it When I land it open handed I'm a transatlantic slave, with that old black magic Got to have it from the demo, to the master Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster I'm the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust Down shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch We fuck it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up Put this verbal dick in your mouth, until I bust a nut And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am Original black man from the Billali Sudan [Chorus: Akil and Soup] It's like that y'all, so go head and get up Sample (Be bad) This is the future sound [Sample] Without further ado, you don't see us, but we see you [Akil] Either you're here to teach [Both] Or you're here to be taught [Akil] If you don't plan to get away [Both] Then you plan to get caught I was born to lead, that why I run don't walk South-central MC what the fuck you thought [Soup] I set my first verse up, similar to a stake out The minute that they break out, they send jake out But I'm super laxative and I don't need no practice kid You're probably wondering what track this it [Akil] Uh, so carry on with that twisted ass street rap I ride for peace, but I will contradict that And bitch slap any rapper that act, uh Like he really want it I'm a have to mishap [Soup] So act like you want it, but don't get loud And you haven't seen a style this vivid in awhile [Akil] I rebuild cause I'm a rebel My education and rhythm is on a higher level Smash til the dust settles [Chorus] Yes, yes, yes y'all Mic test, test y'all Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y'all And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go Hey yo Soup, let 'em know [Soup] I'm one of the last cats, (That's right) puttin' the flavor back in the rap And make a sun roof straight to your cap Now the original black, now watch how the herbs react I play the block, where I learned to rap (tell em) Ain't nothing to it, I keep the word play fluent And tone will run through like the emperor Jones Now the inventor of poems and lymrics outstanding pitch Regardless if your feeling my shit Yo, I stay prime and plus I'm never outdated In time I break atoms from the way that I rhyme Now I created a line with no miscues, fake no moves So here's the rhyme I couldn't wait to use I represent, and put the pressure on your local event And drop heavy when the vocal commits To hit you with the hits, from the colonial prince The master of the ceremonial It's like that y'all [Chorus]


Boogie Down Productions "By All Means Necessary"
[verse one] Let's begin what where why or when will all be explained why destruction is a game see I'm not insane in fact I'm kind of rational when I be asking yo who is more dramatical this one that one the white one or the black one pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew right up to your face and dis you everyone saw me on the last album cover holding a pistol something far from a lover beside my brother S-C-O-T I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me this selection number two is My Philosophy number one was Poetry you know it's me it's my philosophy many artists got to learn I'm not flammable I don't burn so please stop burnin' and learn to earn respect 'cause that's just what KR collects see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk you walk down the street and get jumped you got to have style and learn to be original and everybody's gonna wanna dis you like me we stood up for the South Bronx and every sucka mc had a response you think we care? I know that they are on the tip my posse from the Bronx is thick and we're real live we walk correctly a lot of suckas would like to forget me but they can't 'cause like a champ I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second on the mic I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back but for now just seckle [verse two] I'll play the nine and you play the target you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it or should I say, Start this I am an artist of new concepts at their hardest yo, cause I'm a teacher and Scot is a scholar it ain't about money cause we all make dollars that's why I walk with my head up when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up rap is like a set-up a lot of games a lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so I'm this I'm that huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown from the Boogie Down Productions of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scot La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker some mc's be talkin' and talkin' tryin' to show how black people are walkin but I don't walk this way to portray or reinforce stereotypes of today like all my brothas eatin' chicken and watermelon talk broken english and drug sellin' see I'm tellin' and teaching real facts now when some act in rap is kind of wack and it lacks creativity and intelligence but they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it it's my philosophy on the industry don't bother dissin' me or even wish that we'd soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics 'cause it's about time one of y'all hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man a vegetarian no goat or ham or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'cause to me that's suicide self-murder let us get back to what we call hip hop and what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock... [verse three] How many mc's must get dissed before somebody says, Don't f*** with Kris! this is just one style out of many like a piggy bank this is one penny my brother's name is Kenny Kenny Parker my other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker who gets weaker? the king or the teacher it's not about a salary it's all about reality teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood if you were to rule over a certain industry **** right now would be in misery no one would get along nor sing a song 'cause everyone'd be singing for the king am I wrong?! so yo, what's up it's me again Scot La Rock, KRS, BDP again many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend we're criminal minded and only tend funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records no more than four minutes and some seconds the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin' they get the album take it home and start sweatin' why? well it's simple to them it's kind of vital to take KRS-One's title to them I'm like an idol some type of entity in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me? or rather mention us me or Scot La Rock but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped I don't play around nor do I f*** around and you can tell by the bodies that are left around when some clown jumps up to get beat down broken down to his very last compound see how it sound? a little unrational a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL! Fresh for '88 you suckas...

Deadly Melody

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Masta Killa] As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition Penetrates then infiltrates Breakin down your resistance Leavin competition defenseless, Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in [RZA] The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [INS] Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes [duo] through your fuckin speaker [U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters [GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua [Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper of his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us [Ghostface] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport [*BZZZZZZT*] with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

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