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ANDERSON EAST lyrics - Fire Demos

Bone Dry

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Lonely as I sit broke down off the highway. Cars they sweep beside me, on damp asphalt. and I’m not sure where to go I sit with the radio on. & light a smoke. Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us. It’s out of my hands I’m enclosed in a tin can that ran bone dry. Well, I suppose today ain’t my day. Between the sheets I should have stayed back in Alabama. Oh, how the winter chill greets the warmth beneath my rain coat. Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us. It’s out of my hands I’m enclosed in a tin can that ran bone dry.

Fingers To The Bone

Everything went wrong I'm sorry boys, I've got to let you go We've had some hard times And the long rain, it didn't show Hired hands, I've seen them come and go But you don't come much better Today's Blue Monday I just got a bad news letter This day has come The darkest cloud on our horizon My hands are tied down To that promise note I signed upon Always been this way It's the poor man who gets hurt All you ever work for Is to leave your footprints in the dirt You work your fingers to the bone The deed is done The fruit will fall to someone else's hand That's how the land lies Now we all know where we stand You'll have to walk away Don't let them see you running Today's Blue Monday I should have seen it coming You work your fingers to the bone If sweat and tears were all it took To make this valley green We'd be alright but now it's gone They've taken everything They say it's just an act of God And that's the way ill wind blows You've got thirty days to pack your bags Say goodbye, hit the road You work your fingers to the bone

Victory Lap (Remix)

AKA "Altar Ego"
[Introduction - AKA & Tumi:] Haa… Victory Lap Remix You know we had to get the legends for this one right? AKA,Ivy League all day… Let’s go [AKA] T from the V papa… [Tumi] And ah… Ivy League papa… and ah [AKA] It’s big T papa… [Tumi] [Verse 1 - Tumi:] You don’t gotta clap for a legend You shut the fuck up,homie standard attention Soon as my name is mentioned They throw me a couple down,now that’s a grand entrance So while you claim to have the title belt Shit I take the bottom up and put me like suspenders Wear these loafers out like Alpha Elken With more lines in my head than the young Nelson Ah… welcome the hardest letter peddler just stepped in, Respect him, no amount of that doing can help him He first in, but the hunger get him second And besides he’s here to help the younger settle in T from the V I’m in my element… feature Cause I felt the kid like avalanche Y’all gonna remember this for the simple fact Newsflash "you sunk boat victory laaaap!" They say I settle the score, war face like Helen of Troy Won’t break I got metal for bars, colgate flow fresher than yours Whole place go apeship applaud… Boom… [Hook:] How many rappers in world right now? Hate it that none of them do it like I Never get enough never get enough Never too much V.I.C.T.O.R.Y Hands up for my victory lap… hands up for my victory lap (Toast to the winners) Hands up for my victory lap… hands up for my victory lap (if you know you a winner) [Verse 2 - AKA:] I got a brand new addiction Studio smelling like my grand mama kitchen Cooking hits up,plenty space cooking biscuits Black fists pump that twenty 76 shit Just another hit Ivy League designed I push the Benjamin's button,I’m ahead of my time I’m something like the teenage double H P Words carry weight,that’s a heavy sixteen This is the land slide victory You disfranchised through history Course in my veins magistrate courts or the grave Only way to get divorced from the game A thought for my enemies we don’t play fair So pray for the day that we let them break bread And this ones up two fingers like Gandhi Get the haters enough rope and tell ‘em bhanjee [Hook] [Verse 3 - HHP:] Now pull aside for my victory lap O fetsa ho mpona me kill die plek A massacre by the mystery chap … my name Jabula Sweetest taboo like the band sweet back Make the party bounce like a weak cheque I’m deep black I demand your respect I pack beef like the ghetto version of Big Mack My seeds back I’m having my cheese snack JT bringing six to six back I rhyme lekker hence the boots are shaking it Bad news to Jews like a pizza with bacon in Now done faking and leaving the sieve for saking it Crack open the glass this bird is for the taking now I’m baking like dough boy in heat wave I’m making the whole worlds to behave So be brave DJ Zondi told ya A hit skyf killing namane like spoja [Hook] [Verse 4 - Amu:] You made one error,you took me off the list Of the best to ever spit it on the microphone mechanics I’m the Grand Pa of rap,I get down and heads are sorted What? You running this game? No wonder rap is being aborted A rap vet,I’m selling fire to a dragon I made a profit gave it back to all these has-beens I took my back pack and traded it in for fashion I gotta look fresh for it the finish lines I’m passing Mad sparks I’m addressing Represent ikasi lakho boy time for action Get your hood up in arms like Christ of passion Or just grab a drink with the fruit of passion They called me up to come do what I do best To make sure rappers play safe like new sex It’s the beginning of the ending,give me credit I’m demanding reprehension while I’m at it The principal… [Hook:] Hands up for my victory lap… hands up for my victory lap (Toast to the winners) Hands up for my victory lap… hands up for my victory lap (if you know you a winner)

Bad, Bad Man

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[John Cena] Aww, you done did it now Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man! They not ready - they don't know what's comin man! Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS! Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod your head to the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker Everything that I be spittin is strong After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN [Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles] With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man [Tha Trademarc] We devils - rockin ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals And cats got one-liners, I drop several And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date and ride beats, creep through side streets Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak Punchlines - man, don't even beg I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat [Chorus] [Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson Fightin in his prime, one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man Yeah, check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles baby And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON! [Chorus]

Put Ya Hands Up

JADAKISS "Kiss Tha Game Goodbye"
Turn the fuckin beat on! Ha!! Yeah, we back! () I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby! Cock-and-run to stay in the business Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf.. Two-thousand-and-one, 'Kiss the Game Goodbye' - let's get it on! [Jadakiss] It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A I got footage in the game press replay I got bitches in the club all over me ma take it e-asy And y'all scared I can tell and I'ma get Buckss like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+ I'm that nigga y'all know that Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak And I spray threes so say cheese Already told you I'm lookin for enemies Double R so of course it's better I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters And we ride or d-i-e together [Chorus 1] Uh uh come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down (ahh) Come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down [Jadakiss] Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it 'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit Get money just to walk through off the books So when you mention my name shit is off the hook Shirts is off, titties is out And you know I'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me When the lights get low I'ma burn you Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Gotta slay two or more, ma that's our motto And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow [Chorus 2 (longer and diferent fill in)] [Jadakiss] (Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen and take over the town with a ruthless team New S-Type wagon, future green Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double I move the perico quick, and just let manteca bubble 'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do Now you can put 'em down if you want But soon as the hook come back put 'em up [Chorus 3 (then fade)]

Flesh And Bone

JIMMY BUFFETT "Beach House On The Moon"
If men came from Venus And women came from Mars, Then I'd be lunching with my boyfriends While you girls talked about cigars. But that's not how it happened; Evolution took a different turn. We may be creatures with some unique features But we've still got a lot to learn. We've made it nearly twenty centuries A bunch of monkeys with PhD's. Spun a web of communications But it's all still a tangle to me. I can't tell the spiders From the dangling flies and moths. I fell like some outsider, Who seems to have his wires all crossed. [Chorus:] I can't fax you my love. I can't e-mail you my heart. I can't see your face in cyberspace, I don't know where to start. I'm light years behind from the age the call stone. I'm a carbon based caveman honey, just flesh and bone. I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone Trying to connect with you. I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone Tryin' to get the message through. Now we live in the age computers. They run everything in the world. And I'm a little behind on this technical climb And your are an Internet girl. I've got words but no processor. I've got feelings but I don't know DOS. So I just have to go back to basics And try to get my point across. Desperate for a glimpse of the future., We use crystals and cards and dice. And that Y2K is coming our way. They're talkin' 'bout some worldly strife. It's time to think of simpler options. It's time to formulate a big plan B, So if your hard drive does crash, I got some Krugerands stashed. Come on and sail away with me. [Chorus] I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone. Just trying to connect with you. I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone. Let's run away to Timbuktu

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