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BLUR lyrics - Disc1

Coffee & TV

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Do you feel like a chain store Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around bored Your ears are full but your empty Holding out your heart To people who never really Care how you are So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again Do you go to the country It isn't very far There's people there who will hurt you Cos of who you are Your ears are full of the language There's wisdom there you're sure 'Til the words start slurring And you can't find the door So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again

Goin Goin Gone

Danger Danger "Four The Hard Way"
four in the morning going out of my head thinking about you in some other mans' bed can't shake the feeling you've been doin' me wrong I feel it in your touch the writings on the wall no more games no more little white lies who do you think you're foolin' did you think I was blind? you can't hide the truth just cover it with sand it's a smokin' gun in your hand now I'm goin', goin' goin' gone It ain't no mystery goin', goin' goin' gone I'm history once, there was a time I believed there was a future yeah for you and me but like the rain, it all came crashing down in the beat of a heart it was a terrible sound I woke up screamin' and the house was on fire my soul was bleeding I was hanging on a wire then I looked in the mirror I didn't like what I saw ain't gonna live that way anymore now I'm goin', goin' goin' gone it ain't no mystery goin', goin' goin' gone I'm history stepped to the table and I bet it all I rolled the dice and walked away with nothing just like money with love there is greed sometimes you get what you want, but it's never what you need goin'. goin' gone goin', goin' gone HISTORY now i'm goin' goin' goin' gone it ain't no mystery goin', goin' goin' gone I'm history now i'm goin', goin' goin' gone it ain't no myster goin', goin' goin' gone I'm history no more games, no more lies who do you think you're fooling did you think that I was blind? goin' goin' gone...

House Of Cards

ELTON JOHN "Rare Masters"
I hear tell some playboy has kidnapped your heart With his plane and his plans for games after dark Just a pain in his pocket, and the price of a room Where the second hand sheets smell of stale perfume If there's sharks in the water, don't swim where it's deep For the taste of success can be bitter and sweet It could be alright that I act like a child But you'll be the loser when the jokers run wild You're just playing the game, but the stakes are too high What will you do when the chips start to fly When the deck's stacked against you, and the living gets hard Oh it's four walls of madness in this house of cards Common you call me, but I know there's time In a handful of diamonds, a heart's hard to find And your house of cards starts weighing you down Your nights become restless when the clubs start to pound

Co-Defandant

WU-TANG CLAN "The Swarm"
[Chorus: Hell Razah] You got my back, I got your front gt;From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants Take my back, got your front gt;From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants Got your back, take my front gt;From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants Got my back, got your front gt;From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants [Shyheim] I'm a N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy I'm all thugged and Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up Police gotta call the national guard for back up My shit don't stink, I never touch my link Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me And my army moves same, same [Hell Razah] Stick him for his mink Yall niggaz on some frontin shit, amped off a drink Money like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing [Shyheim] I'm ghetto like sun-do, Wu-Tang Clansman We banned from the tunnel, [Hell Razah] We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble [Shyheim] And talk about the projects, we never see you come through Catch em at their shows, their hidin in a limo [Hell Razah] We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros [Shyheim] Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous [Hell Razah] Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together Like the current census [Shyheim] We're co-defendants, society's menace I became a Jon Doe, so I be printed [Chorus: Shyheim] [Hell Razah] Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases See the first chapter become the bone body fracture I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters Out to put the gat to anybody playin after Climbin up Jacken's latter, the common factor Red hook, never shake hooks or get you shit took Black hook indian givers with a sick hook [Shyheim] Hit with the book, I was hit with the book I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm It's like she said, I'm a bad mother fucker When she read my palms, I did armed fuckin felony And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D. For reals and mad man, in a instant a raider Is where we stash the grills It's all about the hundred dollar bills, Nigga what If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt [chorus x2: both]

Light A L

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water So much more to me, I feel like I oughta Tell you all about the minority from the corner Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs And niggas that should be hooked on phonics Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at? Ooh this finna get disgusting Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin' We bring gun barrels to fights I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard [?] in the summer, low whites under More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby Takin' project pictures with my project army Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number I remember when it was hard if you could go outside You was watchin' from your window, nigga [Hook:] Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher Freestylin' made my bars get tighter I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter" Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter Helped tag in the lumber yard Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard But that's why I'm fuckin' hard Dutch paper Incinerator Elevators Nosey neighbors Guns barkin' Cops barkin' Dogs barkin' My mom's barkin' Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play

Mind Power

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Beats Rhymes Life"
Q-Tip: Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MCin, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin A weak foundation doesn't make a good home That's why mine is built on chrome microphones We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel That keeps everything on even keels So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang Consequence: A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth To watch them niggaz fall like Linque I keeps it brand new like school shoppin It's on and poppin The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) MCs are just givin it all away (OK) Who said him know about the Quest type sound? Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) I dedicate this to the posers that play hard You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display Leavin all MCs in complete disarray I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears Yeah, chumps be like Phife, that ain't fair Fuck outta here, do I look like I care Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like... Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation (Where ya at?) Come on, come on (Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together (Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather (Where ya at?) Uh, uh, mind power (5X) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power

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