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ANDY MINEO lyrics - Formerly Known

Goodbye

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Uh, uh, they thought I was a singer. Look, I'm like ink so fresh I could smear it Just signed my name, I already feel it It's like a bulls-eye on my head that I'm wearin' But it's not a Bulls snap-back cap that I'm talkin' 'bout Walking out my faith, live from that New York City Livin' where it ain't pretty, Wash Heights Where they puff haze, play music all night That's why your boy came, so we could show 'em Christ Y'all don't get it, I been saved, living for His things Switched the name, used to go by C-Lite But then I put it in the grave, 'cause I'm steppin' off stage Still the same dude livin' what I say up on that mic Cap and gown, graduated now, 23 and I'm in a new season Wow this is crazy! God is so amazing He been using all that pain He allowed to shape me, Chiselin' Every little thing of me that isn't Him And sin is still wacker than it's ever been Jesus coming back again, when he does all that "I used to go church" stuff is irrelevant Following Christ ain't a one time event It's a lifestyle, not what you use for your girlfriend So there it is hope y'all listening Yeah the same mission but the team look different Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Rap aficionado, from the 'Cuse where they move for Otto[?] But now out of my window, I can see the Apollo I changed cities, still people remain hollow Everybody Tweet, but they don't know who to follow Watch me kick it, Salvation minus Crucifixion, You got a better chance at the Lotto with no ticket It's horrific, rhyme for Jesus but flow wicked You hear the truth, but don't wanna do it like those dishes Newsflash, new trash in the media All them old lies, watch what they feedin' ya If it's no good throw it up, like bulimia If it's no good throw it up, like graffiti huh So think fast, Ramadan, Autobahn Girlies wanna move fast tryna use they body wrong They gettin' naughty but, you know it's probably 'cause They want male attention, 'cause they father gone Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Say goodbye to the liar, say hello to the fire Say peace in the storm gone, like it's on tires Thought you was a Don Juan so you co-conspire With the evil empire, Evel Knievel, conniving people Are putting commas in God's word Careful who you worship when you waving at concerts My finger's on the detonator like I'm playin' Sega See ya later to the hater of love I made this statement because I'm sick of Being in your daily with that hatred and lust I got kids, and they got ears and they be opening up To bright ideas, when you feed 'em bull I feed 'em truth, 'cause I understand speakers are tools Either a key or a noose. Either get you out or get you through But it all depends on what you're get into See that gettin' is forbidden if you get into that fruit man Get up in them Scriptures so they get into that loop fam Salute. Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Goodbye, Good-ggoodbye, Oh! Goodbye!

For The Moment

EMINEM
[Verse #1] These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go Come on... [Chorus:] Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verse #2] Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! [Chorus] [Verse #3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can [Chorus] [Chorus Without Beat] [Instrumental]

Taste Of Pastry

Cuban Link
Sing! All u gotta do is sing! (Ooo ooo oh) Micheal Jackson..who could sing! But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world.. (You're my pretty lady, baby yeah) [Chorus 2x] Baby..you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Baby u makin me crazy The way u shake ya waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess The vision which got me switchin religions It's tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 - Triple Seis] Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams? Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team Ya man Queens a ho, after-show From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes Don't ya know, profession a true thug Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u Lemme show u how Triple Seis do A lil tongue lashin, make u cum laughin Pick up ya thong cuz its on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin u for my TS crew So where my east coast riders at? (what what) So where my west coast riders at? (yeah yeay) [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Prospect] Shorty I'm right here, I be the thug that u lookin for Prospect and u kno I'm baggin it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You kno wat happened before, in the back of the door Its hard to tell wen we type wildin those Security tapped the door, we on silent mode Musta been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin to fuss and get played Mad cuz they wasnt crushin the same, doin it up I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin the sexin Left the room and ya tear usin the Lexus Flags over the shoulders either way I see textures And gestures, got me comin back for extras [Chorus 4x] (Take off yo clothes, meet me in the bathtub, I wanna taste yo lovin)

9 Teen 90 Nine

LIMP BIZKIT "Significant Other"
Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world. This stage I'm claimin' is the top of the world. Love I'm feelin when you people connect and if you're out in the crowd you're gettin' more than respect. If you're wondering I got plenty of flows. I'm makin' plenty of friends and many are foes, but as the audience grows security knows stoppin' me now is kinda serious. No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. I think we made it through the slump. But who really cares where we're headin' cuz now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!! [chorus] so lets make somethin' out of it. This way we can all relate. Worldwide we collide. This is how we communicate. So lets make somethin' out of it. Whoever thought we would see the day. I cant believe we did it. So lets drift away. Hate, a feelin' I don't really get. And hate can get you in some serious shit. Time is somethin' that may change me, but I cant time so fuck it. ive been stumblin' through these thoughts and I thought the fact that I could be delirious. but as the audience grows security knows stoppin me now is kinda serious No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. I think we made it through the slump. But who really cares where we're headin' cuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!! [chorus] so lets make somethin' out of it. This way we can all relate. Worldwide we collide. This is how we communicate. So lets make somethin' out of it. Whoever thought we would see the day. I cant believe we did it. So lets drift away. We see good things change and good things go away. We see good things waste and we taste the pain. What we need is a place to escape from today. Right what we need is a place to escape from today!! right!... Bring it on.. you wanna be down with the G shock!! fuck the glam rock!! assed out like ken shamrock MC's detest me, wanna chest to chest me, but I aint all about that. You gotta be down with the G shock!! fuck the glam rock!! assed out like ken shamrock!! MC's detest me, wanna chest to chest me, but you don't want none of that where we at! Don't stop!! its 9 teen 90 nine!! [2x]

Pocket

Beautiful South
Here comes Pockets His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins The maddest things we ever found in bins He clutches them and looks at you and grins Here comes Pockets The children wary of what they may contain The linen may have changed, the contents same A trouser-treasure island with no name And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots When you're on that train of thought You pass some pretty funky stops When you're on that train of thought You pass some pretty funky stops That's the Pocket, let him be - That's the Pocket, let him be Here comes Pockets Picking up the things we cannot see A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree Things of no value to you or me Here comes the Pockets Reduced through history to just a crawl History turns the tall into the small But natural born trawlers love to trawl And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall That's the Pocket, let him be That's the Pocket, let him be And he's clinging on to hope Like the oak tree to the gale 'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale Is one single reason, why the Pocket will not fail

ZZZ Top

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked Taking the name of the father in vain On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange A switch he lifted from a siblings skivvy drawer Who branched off into ninja stars And never knew his shit was sharp To here with a higher purpose And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch Capital Z (ed), slowly maneuver the O S is the most difficult to control Finally O Into the eye of Goliath you goes That levee crushing percussion Will pull the monkey up right Twelve or ghetto blaster Blacken her technicolor telecaster Lecture at a faster rate The class was making them develop backwards It would appear you spelled out all the answers Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust, composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks, they was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk', in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began "that clean white pair had a 3-year planl", oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful "l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve, composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee, punk's not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it's teeth Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red, gimme an "0" and a slippery "s", over a web of the shittiest bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I'll see you at the When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing

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