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Bad Examples lyrics - Kisses 50 cent

Beautiful Bonfire

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I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams I抦 filling your pockets with gasoline Maybe I抣l catch you in the dark What a beautiful bonfire we could start I got a Kawasaki with one flat tire Gonna fill it with air and ride all night I thought you could be trusted in my home What a beautful bonfire of my hopes I wish I was a little meaner, a little drunker, a man with a gun I might just let these feelings show Wouldn抰 you be the lucky one ... There抯 a train coming I can see He isn抰 quite as fast as me I抦 gonna cut across the tracks in time Another sucker just gets by Another sucker just gets by There抯 heroin tracks on the moon I抦 gonna kill somebody, won抰 be you I抦 so cold I can抰 even breath What a beautiful bonfire you made of me I wish I was a little meaner, a little drunker, a man with a gun I might just let these feelings show Wouldn抰 you be the lucky one ... I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams I抦 filling your pockets with gasoline Maybe I抣l catch you in the dark What a beautiful bonfire we could start What a beautiful bonfire we could start

You Get Mad At Napster

PRINCESS SUPERSTAR "Is"
Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D Did you really think you could be mean baby Listen this next part is key, You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted I might have left lyrical holes in your mind You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play Fine Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little strings I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes Like when they're hot-Like all my tracks are hot I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my tracks are hot Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you were tall, slim and Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim I had no idea you been down with hip-hop since you were ten You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving Of Led Zeppelin in your desk in ya den I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player! Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later- I hang with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd booin naturally Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my time I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin You get mad at Napster when nobody's even heard of you I did a search on your name and came up with 1 result- It was your computer, you're a loser Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters What you think this is Bingo I got singles out already People know my name in discerning circles from New York to LA While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title Nobody trades your file chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug dealers Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost fear Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the mirror man Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule When I was in high school I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is much better than yours, its' ----- What you think I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day I don't think so I am very important and right now I am eating lunch Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug, A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove, A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff: A cup that Princess Superstar once drank out of

Stop, Look, Listen

MC LYTE "Eyes On This"
[ VERSE 1 ] I'm rhymin and designin, also creatin The dope def rhyme that is always being taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me No trait of originality But yo, I am not one to down another So like I said before, just go for yours, sucker I'm gonna take the time to drop a dope line Or maybe even two, for you and your crew So you can start shakin and movin all around To the Lyte Thee MC and the King Of Chill sound It's new and improved like a freshly cut diamond Perfect timin, like a gem it's shinin Or better yet a ruby, somewhat like a saphire This jam you are forced to admire Stop, stop Look, look Listen [ VERSE 2 ] Wanna battle me? Now that's strange behaviour Drink and drive, yeah, you're probably safer Cause when I start, I never give slack You feel like a 'kick me' sign was pinned to your back Yes I'm the super-duper with the roper-doper Got the clean drawers on, yeah, I hope ya Do, because I'm gonna strip you of your peace of mind Now your piece is mine, damn, that's unkind Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly The rhymes that I say you can't deny Because 100% is what I give it (Say what?) I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit I tear it, repair it Like a hand-me-down make you wear it Save all your crocodile tears, grin and bear it And with all your other brothers you're gonna share it You hear me, junior? Cause soon you'll Be a grown man with the mic in your hand Adn understand biting's not part of the plan That's wrong, I thought I taught you better than that But that's what you get from a stabber in the back Stop, stop Look, look Listen [ VERSE 3 ] M.C. - Master of Creativity Rappin is the activity Rhyme is the sport, let it be taught That Lyte Thee MC is takin no shorts In '88 I was great, but '89 is my time Stop, look, and listen - to the right rhyme K-Rock the DJ throws the cuts my way Put em on the reel-to-reel and let them play Leg 1 and Leg 2, they do the jumpin The dancin, the pumpin, always up to somethin But when it comes to the rap category MC Lyte headlines the story (Extra, extra, read all about it) (Comin out fresh and flier than we did before) (Listen up everybody)

Crow

Jim Carroll "Catholic Boy"
It must be strange to just fall from the stage and snap a bone that is so close to the brain And be attended to by so many down below I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above And you start singing just like light through a black floor You start sliding like burned skin to a side door Refrain: But crow, when you throw yourself under Singin's hard when you can't loose control They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple You'd start screaming just like Sister Aimee Semple But Crow, when you throw yourself under The streets are hard when you cannot lose control They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul Crow It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter You covered me with blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby Repeat Refrain

Rainbow Remix

Border South
(Thers a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow) so i say once again its whats wonderful..... remix baby!! chorus: lifes beautiful.. hold on to your dreams cause everything is possible just keep the flame, burning in your heart ,o this is where 2 start.. yeaaa (rap) they say the grass is greener on the other side but everyting, will always be alright look for the silver lining life is just like a big wheel turning round and round it goes will it ever stop i guess nobody knows when u make mistakes we really gotta face it u got to face the truth admit.. embrace it life is not alwayz what it seems to be things dont alwats turn out the way they should seee nothing really is impossible all u need is a strong mind, body and soul chorus 2x lifes beautiful.. hold on to your dreams cause everything is possible just keep the flame, burning in your heart ,o this is where 2 start.. yeaaa lifes beautiful.. hold on to your dreams cause everything is possible just keep the flame, burning in your heart ,o this is where 2 start.. yeaaa (theres a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow) so i say once again its whats wonderful...

Dream Sequence

KIM WILDE "Catch As Catch Can"
We were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start He stepped into the night With his heart open wide I was standing there With nowhere left to hide He looked to me like a shadow Moving in the night Then he took a hold of my hand In the soft moonlight And we were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start I could hear his heartbeat Pounding in the night I could feel his body Starting to be kind With his soft red lips Made up my mind His soothing kiss Was all I desired And we were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start We kissed and touched But it wasn't enough To stop this wheel of fire One step at a time And I knew he was mine We were lost in the heat of desire And we were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start No way No way at all To stop us moving closer Each look in his eyes Made my heart beat in time Over and over and over and over And we were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start And we were dancing Dancing in the dark Sweet romancing Something's gonna start

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