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ATMOSPHERE lyrics

Bob Seger

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[Hook] My father's to the left of me Move like the knight My mama's to the right Move the knight Like everyone else, they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right [Verse 1:] I pour a little more whiskey on them ice cubes I’m tryna to get tipsy as a tugboat Most of us gettin' lost in the night moves The rest of us wanna watch from the front row Come and look into the eyes of a landslide Let me know if your recognize blood shot red Not above passin' out in the cab ride Wake me up when its time to unfuck my head Whatchu know about a party Y'all still tryna have some fun Throw your hands up like it’s 2001 You wanna taste the teat, you want a place to sleep But you need somebody else to come change the sheets I hold composure, the snow will melt The hope stays low cause I know myself But I treat it like a test to keep me at my best Rest in peace to Nekst [Hook] [Verse 2:] I ain’t as cool as I used to be, leave me alone I’m kinda blurry from the journey, man, my speakers are blown Truthfully, I'd rather keep it in a zone I could maneuver easily from the comfort of my home, but Don’t ever let the headlights die Stars only fall out of the dead night sky The more I travel, the farther I see The more it seems as if my shadow ain’t following me Now everyone’s impressed with impressions All of y'all dressed up in the finest flesh I’m not tryin' to imply I’m on a different page Similar traits, familiar face I remember the days when I felt like fightin' it Lost in the ways of my own self-righteousness Feels like I’m still tryna find my fix Before this lightning hits [Hook]

The ROC (Just Fire)

CAM'RON "Come Home With Me"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek) [Memphis Bleek] Yeah...yeah, nigga... Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA! My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back [Beanie Sigel] Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with killers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed How you want it packaged In the cap or the bag How you want me packin' Wit' the mac or the mag Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel... [Cam'ron] (Killa! Killa!) Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say 'Killa feed me feed me...' Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... [scratches] You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z] Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel] ROC-A-FELLA When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z] [scratches] KILLA! [Cam'ron] [scratches] EASY! Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek] Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh [scratches] muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]

My Mind Spray

Jeru the Damaja "Sun Rises In The East"
One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts But when I'm like Who's that? nobody speaks up So I go to the door there's a note it says: We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat, Do the right thing and we might let him go, But if you call the police, that's all she wrote You know what the motive is, it's all about dough And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo. I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background With fake alligator boots on And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on I immediately called Primo I said Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest Meet me and D D in an half an hour And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do. Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy We'll see if Puff knows whassup Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down Now where's Hip-Hop?! Aaight, aaight... he confessed: Suge came and took him from Puff last night, He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em... So we went to L.A. later that evenin' When we got there, everything was aaight And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night. ONE DAY...

Fragility

Clark Anne
Now that all is stilled and silenced that the rushing roaring daylight has lost itself - its hysteria in the all-amassing night - I too gently lose myself beyond the open window where a journey unfolds into the city of rain Music's never made such living sounds absorbing the night's rythem the walls resonate with a thousand tiny drums soft shards of liquid glass dance on metal pipes mixing dust and dirt and grime into a shining lubricating all-consuming oil some drop away barely making contact each bursting on impact into a fountain in the air dribbling off the lips of window ledges splashing silver splinters in the blackness scales of lifted paint turn to almost living flesh smearing - it slides and streams into a opening in the underworld below revealing secret routes where the trappes earth breathes yellow streetlight breaks its beam across the water electric currents hum, steaming in the dampness cascades carry me away wash away the tiredness cool the fetid air I turn to where you're sleeping gently swimming through these hours on to morning - unaware and even though i know all of this rise and disappear with the dawn into the sky tonight everything glistens - like a jewel under the rain tonight the city is silenced - lost under the storm.

Empty Me

Clark Anne
Now that all is stilled and silenced that the rushing roaring daylight has lost itself - its hysteria in the all-amassing night - I too gently lose myself beyond the open window where a journey unfolds into the city of rain Music's never made such living sounds absorbing the night's rythem the walls resonate with a thousand tiny drums soft shards of liquid glass dance on metal pipes mixing dust and dirt and grime into a shining lubricating all-consuming oil some drop away barely making contact each bursting on impact into a fountain in the air dribbling off the lips of window ledges splashing silver splinters in the blackness scales of lifted paint turn to almost living flesh smearing - it slides and streams into a opening in the underworld below revealing secret routes where the trappes earth breathes yellow streetlight breaks its beam across the water electric currents hum, steaming in the dampness cascades carry me away wash away the tiredness cool the fetid air I turn to where you're sleeping gently swimming through these hours on to morning - unaware and even though i know all of this rise and disappear with the dawn into the sky tonight everything glistens - like a jewel under the rain tonight the city is silenced - lost under the storm.

Love Jones

KEITH SWEAT "Still In The Game"
[Playa] We can go on and on [Erick Sermon] Ah ha, one two y'all [Too Short] Uh uh, nobody, ah [Eric Sermon] Woo, woo, this is E, Short Dog and Sweat We vets Coming through, hot to death, place your bets Baguettes swing from the neck Make wanna-be playas show us mad respect (word up) Yo, dog (whassup?) He daughter said it's cheaper to keep her If she gets fly then, hmmmm (leave her) E, G hooked it up, Short dog and Sweat Got the average girl wanna inhale and catch her breath (What, what, what, what) [Playa] 1 - We can go on and on We can go on and on Don't sleep on Our love jones Cuz we got it goin' on You know it ain't wrong We can go on and on We can go on and on and on and on Our love jones Not to be sleepin' on We can go along [Keith Sweat] In the morning when the sunlight hits my eyes I just lay there thinkin' how your lovin' keeps me in a jive Ain't no question, you can love me baby Like nobody can What you do to me, my baby girl I just don't understand Now we can go on Repeat 1 I would never ever, baby do you wrong (ha) In the midnight hour I will always keep this lovin' strong Just surrender your love, baby girl, and I'll surrender mine All I wanna do right now, my girl, is baby, take my time (Huh, nah-mean, word up) So we can go on Repeat 1 [Too Short] Hey, yo baby Ain't got no tatoos But when I walk in the room they pose like statues I size 'em all up, I used to take my pick But now I'm on some high powered new improved shit Deep down inside, it never goes away I just might knock a few hoes today It's ok, I really get pay makin' phone calls Told you once before, I'm in it for the long haul The last in the business, make the transition Do I have what it takes Or do you have the right intentions to git with a playa Even if it means you gotta play the back ground so you can see some green No video's or groupies, who ever got the talent Rush her to the house and let her pose for the camera Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Get your money on girl, don't waste your life Repeat 1 until fade

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