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DEAD PREZ lyrics - Lets Get Free

Psychology

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Intro: I was born, in a dump My mama died and my father got drunk They left me, to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack All i owned was hangin on my back And Lord knows, how I learnt This place called Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again My mind is the place where I make my plans The world is the place where I take my stand The beauty of life is mine today They cannot take my mind away [M1] Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa This ain't no act it's mathematical Past the black radical I choose the M1, because it's practical Nothin was changed, we ain't protected No names, it's all factual They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see [Stic] It's like watching your own father smoke crack I have nightmares on shit like that No way in hell I'll ever get like that I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years It's like a tour of duty My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty When your heart is turning ice cold Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin I listen close to what she sayin When she speak of Jesus I ignore it But when it's practical I'm all for it You got to think like a soldier I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters Discipline keep the mind focused This whole world is a corn field son Look out for flying locusts Chorus (x2) Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you And through you, control your whole crew It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do? [M1] You can't walk the streets with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind And if you know the time, give me a sign Tell me where we draw the line I got your back if you got mine My enemy's enemy is my man One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand My comrades stand on lands stolen Every tooth a golden opportunity Who holdin my community hostage? 10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some This is how the plan runs Thinkin with a fugitive brain What we do to live is insane Holdin the weed, healing my membranes Just like crack, you know it all boils down to the dollars-and-cents of it Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose When will they learn? Psychology [Stic] We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls No respect for their laws I cut your face with a kitchen knife In gladiator times, man against machinery The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy Life is a series of serious choices Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces Various courses of life can lead to failure Too much of anything is a trap My mind snap Guerilla warfare for two grand They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man... They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man Chorus (x2) Bridge [M1] When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow Repeat until fade

As Astral Images Darken Reality

Abigor
Wolves are howling to honour the moon My heart belongs to the past I feel attraction for the night My mind to the ancient times I wander through the fields where blood was split Awaiting the reign of the dark and the cold I can feel the creatures of the night My dreams are no illusions So I travel between these worlds My soul is frozen - evil rules my mind Able to face the eternal night Why am I born into this world ..Soon I will leave Into the sleep of death - never to return My life is just a darkened silent barricade Between all I ever wanted to be I will enter the other side To fly on the wings of death To ride with the wind to the ancient times To fade away to a blackened spiral - to see eternity To be a wintershadow out of time

Love Machine

GIRLS ALOUD
Ladies you're damn right You can't read a man's mind We're living in two tribes And heading for war Nobody's perfect We all gotta work it But fellas, we're worth it So don't break the law Your call's late, big mistake You've gotta hang about in limbo for as long as I take Next time, read my mind and I'll be good to you We're gift-wrapped kitty cats We're only turning into tigers when we gotta fight back Let's go, Eskimo Out into the blue Come take my hand Understand that you can You're my man and I need you tonight Come make my dreams Honey hard as it seems Loving me is as easy as pie, I I'm just a love machine Feeding my fantasy Give me a kiss or three And I'm fine I need a squeeze a day Instead of this negligee What will the neighbours say This time I've been going crazy while you sleep Searching for a language That the two of us can speak so Whistle through your story, make it real And I'll breathe underwater ' 'Cos I like the way it feels Your call's late, big mistake You've gotta hang about in limbo for as long as I take Next time, read my mind and I'll be good to you We're gift-wrapped kitty cats We're only turning into tigers when we gotta fight back Let's go, Eskimo Out into the blue Come take my hand Understand that you can You're my man and I need you tonight Come make my dreams Honey hard as it seems Loving me is as easy as pie, I I'm just a love machine Feeding my fantasy Give me a kiss or three And I'm fine I need a squeeze a day Instead of this negligee What will the neighbours say This time Oh, it's very new Can anybody tell me what to do? Oh, this feeling's very strange Can anybody tell me what's you're game? (Oh) A little education (Oh) To give you motivation (Oh) Whatever situation (Oh) 'Cos I don't wanna change ya (Oh) I'm living with a stranger (Oh) I'll only re-arrange ya (Oh) I'm just a Love Machine (0h) To give you motivation (Oh) I'm just a Love Machine (Ooh, ooh) (Oh) I'm just a Love Machine (0h) To give you motivation (Oh) I'm just a Love Machine (Oh, oh, oh)

Love Letter

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
Yo, I almost cried writing this shit yo We met at college for the culinary arts First time I saw that ass, boo, it swallowed up my heart, damn Plus you were gorgeous, I played it cool though Slipped me the number told me utilize it Only thing I thought about was your pussy, how I'ma brutalize it Size six in the sneakers, smoking reefer Was the daily routine, gave her call one day Told me meet you up at forty deuce, I didn't hesitate to say 'yes' Threw on the sweatsuit, hopped in the Beamer Top down, twenty below, she gave me butterflies Had her father light complexion and her mother's eyes Thunder thighs, I'm trying to make some babies with her We grew closer, connected at the hip She started flipping over little shit Became a bigger problem, and she pregnant, what I'ma do? I went the coward route - what a fucking jerk I hated myself for years and thought I made up All the pent up anger in a while, and tell me straight up Do you love me? Then what's the next step? It's either 'yes' or 'no' before you take your next breath Remember the days you held me on your chest? I listened to your heart, gentle kisses on your breast You said I was your king, or was it just a show? But we don't even talk, so I guess I'll never know How does a love so strong just fall to pieces? I believe in science and she believe in Jesus Yo, what the fuck boo? I fucking lust you And plus I loved you, bitch fuck you I miss you so much, fucking bitch I'll fucking kill you, but I love you I just want to kiss you one more time

Land Ho!

Doors "Morrison Hotel"
Grandma loved a sailor, who sailed the frozen sea Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee He said: 'Son, I'm going crazy from livin' on the land Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands' This old man was graceful with silver in his smile He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty Songs of love and songs of death and songs to set men free Ya! I've got three ships and sixteen men A course for ports unread I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow till half of us are dead Land ho! Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill If I get my hands on a number five gonna skin that litlle girl alive If I get my hand on a number two come back home and marry you Marry you, marry you Alright! Land ho! [improv out]

HipHop Knowledge

KRS-ONE "The Sneak Attack"
You know.. life is funny.. If you don't repeat the actions of your own success you won't be successful You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients What made you, YOU.. 1987 I was at the Latin Quarters Listenin to Afrika Bambaata give the order The call of the order was to avoid the slaughter He said, Record companies ain't got nuttin for ya! Without a lawyer, he taught The Infinity Lessons In how hip-hop could be a, many a blessing And that was great, so in 1988 there was no debate, we had to end the hate The name of the game was Stop the Violence and unity, knowledge, and self-reliance We - started talkin bout Martin and Malcolm Had these ghetto kids goin, Huh, what about him 1989, Professor Griff speaks his mind but his freedom of speech is declined 1990 came with the West coast East coast, West coast, who is the best coast Lookin back now, of COURSE it was bogus The whole argument was where we lost focus We got hopeless; not with the lyrics and music but with hip-hop, and how we used it Or abused it, you know how the crew get You like it cause you choose it 1991, we opened our eyes with Human Education Against Lies, we tried to talk about the state of humanity But all these others rappers got mad at me They called me Captain Human , another message was sent Self Destruction don't pay the {fuckin} rent Remember that Nobody wanted conscious rap It was like - where these ballers at Where can they call us at All was wack Hip-Hop culture was fallin flat and that was that So in 1992, I found my crew They said, Yo Kris, what you wanna do I said, Damn - why they wanna get with me If I bust they {shit} I'm contradictory. If I play the bitch role, they take my shoe. Tell me what the {fuck} am I supposed to do So I did it, don't stop get it get it get it All of a sudden these critics they wanna spit it Kay Are Ess One is con-tra-dic-to-ry Just cause I wouldn't let these rappers get with me {Fuck} that, {fuck} you and {fuck} your pen If a rapper wanna diss, yo I'd do it again But I'm makin these ends, and I got my friends And I really don't wanna have to sit in the pen So I go back to the philosopher 1993 hip-hop is uhh.. wack Go back, check the facts 1994, Return of the Boom Bap It wasn't all about the loot It was all about Harry Allen Rhythm Cultural Institute Blowin up, 1995 Conscious rap is still alive But nobody wanna play it, nobody wanna say it Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it 1996 it really don't stop We put together somethin called the Temple of Hip-Hop Not just DJin, breakin, graf and lyrics But how hip-hop affects the spirit Step Into a World, that's what I did 1997 I was raisin my kid or kids, but I, had to go Cause New York DJ's changed the flows to clothes and hoes, but that wasn't me I'll be damned if I dance for the MTV So in 1998 I began to debate Should I go now, or should I really wait '99, I moved to L.A. you see and took a gig with the WB Started studyin philosophy full-time To have a full heart, full body, full mind But you know what the problem is or was DJ's don't raise our kids, cuz they so caught up in the cash and jewels How they gonna really see a hip-hop school How they gonna really see a hip-hop temple They don't even wanna play my instrumentals, but big up Dr. Dre, Snoop, Xzibit Especially Xzibit, he was there in a minute Mic Conception, all of them, said Yo you need help I should call them When I was in L.A., I held the crown Bloods, Crips, they held me down I could never forget Mad Lion, killer pride with the gat in the lap in the low-ride Oh I can't forget, Icy Ice, Lucky Lou Julio G, that was the crew Davey D, Ingrid, David Connor The list goes on and on, let me tell ya FredWreck, and my man Protest Much respect, no less To my spiritual and mental defenders Big up to L.A., temple members But in 2000, I seen how I wanted to live I wasn't no executive So I picked up the mic and I quit my job Said to Simone I gotta get with God She said, Don't worry bout these dollars and quarters. Record companies ain't got nuttin for ya. Damn, she took me back to Bam! Took me back to who I am! Brought me back to the New York land! Now I overstand!.. {interviewer} Now KRS-One, now you've been quoted as saying that rap is something we do, hip-hop is something you live. {KRS} Yes! {interviewer} Explain that to us please. {KRS-One} Well, well, today hip-hop, we are advocating that hip-hop is not, just a music, it is an attitude, it is an awareness, it is a way to view the world. So rap music, is something we do, but HIP-HOP, is something we live. And we look at hip-hop, in it's 9 elements; which is breaking, emceeing, graffiti art, deejaying, beatboxing, street fashion, street language, street knowledge, and street entrepenurialism - trade and business. And uhh, that's where y'know that's the hip-hop that that that we're about. We come from the uhh the root of, of Kool DJ Herc, who originated hip-hop in the early 70's and then Afrika Bambaata and Zulu Nation (mmhmm) who instigated something called The Infinity Lessons and added conciousness to hip-hop, and then Grandmaster Flash with the invention of the mixer, on to Run-D.M.C. and then myself. And uhh, we created the Stop the Violence movement, you may recall a song, Self Destruction and and and so on. All of this, goes to uhh uhh, the idea of LIVING this culture out and taking responsibility for how it looks and and acts in society.

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