ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI lyrics - Places Like This

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Hey you know my friend lisa she's down from LA we've been places like this there always the same we'll loosen the rope just enough to make you pay when my memory is hazy we're moving away to rent a display home avoid all the grey 2 bees in a storm the honey's stuck us by the hair hold music give it to me baby don't you dare lose it when we're sleeping in daily there's ice on the road I bought us a dragon to lighten the load he's keeping us warm the blood keep flowing to your head Say I've never been stately I'm legless at sea my spirit has felt you since 1903 I'm trying to be normal but there's evil in my head hold music give it to me bay don't you dare lose it You're so dangerous everybody's gonna hide out back it doesn't matter that you're serious move along sad face your cover's blown cmon there you are and we're outta space and you're out of space change the beat fast or your enemies will see you naked hold music hold music hold When we were out drinking I found you a home 4 million in prizes you left me alone when we were forlorn I found some poison in your bed Though you may mistake me I'll never be free I'm stuck in the crossfire between you and he tattoos on his arms he got a needle for a head hold music give it to me bay don't you dare lose it

This Goes Out

JAGGED EDGE "Jagged Little Thrill"
This goes out to all them hustlers Everybody out there making them ends meet I ain't mad at'cha JE y'all, this goes out to everybody This goes out to you, this goes out to you (This goes out) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (I'm telling you this goes out) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (This goes out, hey) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Some people sleep five to a bed Three at the feet, two at the top So I can't really talk about how they should live When I know in my heart if it came down to it I'd be getting down the same as them See Lord, tryna hustle must be something heaven sent A lot of rent wouldn't be made without this trade That we call hustlin' This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... I used to be half between Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn't right And now I'm looking back And I think just do it or never did something But I can tell you that I'd probably take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfed And that's the way it is This goes out to my homies, yeah This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... [Rap] Uh, uh, uh Ay yo I welcome the struggle Like I welcome the hustle Find the right one, take it and bubble That's on the muscle I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty Then I'm sorry for sin But the Fed don't understand ain't bred So brothers gotta learn to bake to make bread Chicks use their ass and shake to make breat But I understand shorty keep them kids fed This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 click I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toes Dime pieces standing in line to show us their thongs Went from riding six deep in a little ass jeep To Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets We gon' ball till we fall Cause we fadin' em all Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... My homies, you can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know

Fast Shadow

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
[Method Man] I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!! [Ol' Dirty Bastard *in background repeating*] SUCK A DICK!!! 6x SUCK MY DICK!!! [Method Man] And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop! It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin To burn bush in this rap session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH! Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin, hop along little doggies! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise [*Laughs*] Enter [RZA] Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't EVER say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe Can record your words And your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you [U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go [Masta Killa] Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin He's a glutton What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever [Chorus [U-God] 2x] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go [*Skip next line on the second time of chorus*] Music makes me lose control [2x] Guaranteed to rip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Now here we go

Fast Shadow

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Method Man] I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!! [Ol' Dirty Bastard (in background repeating)] SUCK A DICK!!! [6x] SUCK MY DICK!!! [Method Man] And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop! It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin To burn bush in this rap session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH! Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin, hop along little doggies! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise [Laughs] Enter [RZA] Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't EVER say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe Can record your words And your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you [U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go [Masta Killa] Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin He's a glutton What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever [Chorus (U-God) 2x] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go [Skip next line on the second time of chorus] Music makes me lose control [2x] Guaranteed to rip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Now here we go

Hop

BUSTA RHYMES "It Ain't Safe No More..."
(group speaking in a a different language) [Intro: Busta Rhymes: (talking)] See we, we about to take it where Where it all started We gonna take em' back Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now My nigga Fingaz now Check it, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga) See how we comin be loadin the docks Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo) See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash) And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!) Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it) Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it! Cause i've been double dutchin and dosey-do' in on music way before A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya And rep for my niggas cause I'm coming to get ya I said... [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin? With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops (Let's Go) Now! Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I'm sayin) Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music that makes you bang it loud on your block (C'mon C'mon) This is to know when I'm comin I'm comin to make you wyle out in the place that makes you get up and wanna HOP! (Let's do it) Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP!, Go head and HOP! We past makin them bounce, Go head and HOP! (C'mon just do it) Go head and HOP baby! [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Now you know it we comin to kill you niggas for shizzle Makin these bitches wanna shake it and we just makin them wiggle Capitalizing off on the music that be we be keepin coming Have you niggas really spazing and blackend out in their stomach (Hey bebe) There's no mistakin you know we makin you bounce Takin the unforsaken approach the way we be takin out Scrapin these niggas and breakin their pockets to chase them out Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they just makin out Fuck it, we kick the bucket and to continue to stake them out (Ha) And in back of the crib is where we will be makin out Puting some shit together make it so you could all attend Welcoming you and my nigga so we can break your pocket again (Oh Oh) Niggas flossin and tossin their drinks like they all in the place And leave the niggas the (?) until they catch one all up in their face (Huh) Y'all know we'll spray y'all niggas and know we gonna wet ya And rep for my niggas cause we comin to get ya I said... [Chorus]

Bankrupt

AB-SOUL "Long Term 2: Lifestyles Of The Broke And Almost"
[Hook:] When the chips are down, the funds are low And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole Can you hold your own? If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain? Can you hold you own when the going gets tough? The tough get going [Verse 1:] Starving artist, rib-cage showing Give me the loot or give a semi to shoot Then after, pass the Absolut I'm trying to hit a lick, probably knock out your tooth I'm fully equipped with a [?] Finna get a nigga for every cent if that makes sense Uh, head shot, you're dead Ock If feds knock alibi [?] I was on [?] block You niggas ain't ready for me to get in the mischief Grimmy with it I hope the motherfucking disk skip What?! You niggas think you better than me? Cause you got more cheddar than me? Huh? You ain't a spitter cause you got a lot of followers on twitter My body of work would probably embody your Godzilla I ain't a jerk, I'm an asshole An I don't wanna hear you rap unless your cash flowing [Hook:] When the chips are down, the funds are low And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole Can you hold your own? If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain? Can you hold you own when the going gets tough? The tough get going [Verse 2:] Shit, and I'm a mad muthafucka with a loaded clip Do the math muthafucka! That's 15 bullets in a nine and one in the chamber, hit you right between the eyes And even if you live you can't defy the odds Catch you while you're checking your safe, SUPRISE! Oh, you thought I was playing with you? Your man look sleepy so he gon be laying with you I should've told you muthafuckas straight from the start Got the flame, if I aim it'll burn you to ashes Got the blunt rolled all I need is a spark And watch the paramedic roll up with elastic Stretcher carry your ass they'll bury you fast You venereal and a dick head, how bout that? Blowing more O's than a Cherrio cereal bag Serial killa for the skrilla; maniac And like when the camera take a picture I'm finna snap Your fucking head off your neck then reattach it back Brainacs get they mind blown Can't have a migrane when your mind gone [Hook:] When the chips are down, the funds are low And nobody's around to pull you out of this hole Can you hold your own? If you ain't got a dollar to your name can you maintain? Can you hold you own when the going gets tough? The tough get going [Verse 3:] Down to my last and my ship is sinking fast I ain't looking for the sympathy, I'm looking for the cash I ain't looking for my enemey but if he in the way I put the pistol in his mouth Let him get a taste Fore you eat say grace, you know I'm coming with the blammer Not to shoot, just to use it to beat you like a case What's the root of all evil? A baker said the cake Gardner said the green, you know what I mean? I'm sick of digging in my pocket for nickels and dimes Somethings got to change or I'm resorting to crime P95 in my palm.45 in my waist You got a diamond? Run it or nobody's safe Bill Gates is rich and Ab-Soul is poor I'll rob his old ass from his head to toe And as a matter of fact I'm finna blow a bank up Mindstate of a nigga that went bankrupt!

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