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DREAM THEATER lyrics - Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence

War Inside My Head

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Intro: ah yeah Dream Warriors as we enter the brink of reality battlfield trust me seven times seven times but you prefer not to here I go into a lifelong trip are you ready for this? come solider Verse 1: ringin' on into his disorder I serve the square so step there's nothing left you can't compare to the noble unbeatable length of hair that I bare so bare witness I'm physically fittin' this a desease so MC's please take a techna shot you got what I give I never get got glue to the gift so what's up dread you couldn't bob to the bass but now you're hooked like a bass head I'm about to show ya contract and attract ya blow off track come back and smack ya loaded lyrics stronger than a game of tug-o-war Dream Warriors are built right cause I got a megabyte of storage so don't tempt me I'm empty don't get too close I might absorb your energy if you're not a friend of me I grow you like cannibus make you give me a hand you can't handle this crazy rampagous makin' team ages walk through the getto with getto blasters playin' us general entrance be part of the solution you take it to your brain but your brain is confused and confusion is the style that I send don't think it makes your mind bend just journey on Chorus: draw your mics men and wipe the sweat from your dome as we enter this battle with a fearsome rage universal peace must be this outcome dust and strife stricken we have moral to the full board your steeds my minions as we path on tray me I slay the no mutiny Verse 2: take a picture of this you trying to dis so much smoke you get choked from the microphone mist aw shucks you're outta lucks yo try to tax but get waxed the song strong enough to carry you and my rhymes strong enough to bury you but I don't I make you jam until the jam is done until the cash is cahsed unto me the nickelodeon like that snap ??? back the style has hung you buy a noose produce who now this is the part mystics prevail the critics wrong song goes up in a sail the legacy begins check the store you want more then tie up your boots and just journey on pankgooes and scallowags vanish MCs who talk about me vanish when I'm on stage I'm kicking harder than a tidal wave I'm making bootys like you memory save cause when I entre pronto en delay I hear on the dispatch (mayday mayday) an S.O.S. for a new bag of sess and kick and shook you into nothing less proceed on Verse 3: on your 12th daydream you try your best to control it but the magic avoids you the stage is a street and the wink of an eye you could fry in agony of defeat now toothles ruthless and raw looking for a way to get even but you withdraw cause with no label you're disabled and handicapped but you pledge allegiance to the life of battle rap no choice now you must face your own fate no straight path so is life nothing is straight maybe one day you'll wake up and realize you the live by the sword you die by the sword suprise Dream Warrirors posseses intelligance but you cry wolf but that's irrelivant no what you must be now is simply sit back and rock in your own inequity city's the limit from when you finish your song now you journey too but what you really must do is journey on Outro: we must change we must change we must change

Music Must Change

THE WHO "Who Are You"
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams I realize now it was really the sound of your screams But death always leads into life But the street fighter swallows the knife Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged The music must change It's gets higher and higher Smouldering like leaves in the 1 Then it bursts into fire Its rhythm grows strong It's so new and so strange Like bells in the clouds, then again The music must change But is this song so different Am I doing it all again It may have been done before But then music's an open door Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists But the high has to rise from the low Like volcanoes explode through the snow The mosquito's sting brings a dream But the poison's derange The music must change For we're chewing a bone We soared like the sparrow hawk flied Then we dropped like a stone Like the tide and the waves Growing slowly in range Crushing mountains as old as the Earth So the music must change

No Diggedy

Das EFX "Hold It Down"
Intro/Chorus: No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime? No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind? No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime *repeat* Verse 1: Dray, Books Yo yo Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt) We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G? I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting down hardcore clowns and love singers and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!) Police oppress me, MC's wanna stiggity stress me Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left you faggot MC's marked for death Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!) And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!) We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted Flooded in the triple black Benz 500 I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan Me and my man came to kick styles out the can Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke B-K-L-Y-N we no joke! Chorus Verse 3: Dray, Books Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys the 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin Niggas be actin shady!!!! so I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80 Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton Beg your pardon but MC's is a pain like ???? Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down My sound is strictly hardcore underground Chorus x1 1/2

The Yearn

LOST BOYZ "Legal Drug Money"
Intro: [whistling] Shorty!! Shorty!! Shorty c'mere baby girl! (I like what I see) This go out to erybody man, a little station identification And we call this one for all y'all, who be going to buy... Chorus: The cheebas, them liquors The condoms, hit the ass It's the cheebas, the liquors The condoms, that ass Verse One: Mr. Cheeks Now now now Met this girl, just the other day When I was up, on Rockaway She was in Kennedy Fried (word em up) A little kill's breast, and I said, Excuse me Miss... maybe we can go and jus chat. About what? About, about this about that. I bet I put somethin in yo mind To make you heel it up bring it back come rewind Now I'm, just a rap artist Not sayin that I'm the best not the smartest but But I come up wit things ya never seen Things you never heard of like money and the murder like Next thing you know we in the rest Drinkin liqour, puffin on the buddha sess I threw on me a Rough Rider I slid inside her Chorus: Wit my cheebas, my liquors My condoms, hit the ass I had the cheebas, them liquors The condoms, hit the ass We had the cheebas, the liquors The condoms, hit the ass We had the cheeba, the liquor The condom, the ass!! Verse Two: Freaky Tah Don't be fuckin wit my shorty, sippin on her forty Or puffin on her blunt, cuz she's no fuckin stunt True to the game, goes to school for her edu-ma-cation While I bounce around the nation From nation and back to New York I twist the cap, pop the cork and take a long walk to the court Buddha, I spark chill wit my crew Who it be Mr. Cheeks when I sip my nigga brew And get in, you gets the fan understand Bouncin, we gets to buzzin forty ouncin Hit Virginia, I get the shorty-shorty Hippin on the forty on the corner wanna bone In home or out on my own I get whatever hit her, and then get rid of her After I'm done with it, my man, he wanna get with it Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it But me Freaky Tah, trip off and I creep Niggaz they be buggin, but don't ever peep my style My crew is buckwild We been in this game for awhile Chorus: Smokin cheebas, the liquors The condoms, the ass It's the cheebas, them liquors The condoms, the ass (repeat 3X) Verse Three: Mr. Cheeks Now before you run up in that wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac stick, before you run up in skinz Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens Make sure that you protect yourself That shows that you respect yourself Now don't violate your skin and your balls You'll be making, the phone call See Dr. Abraham or them condoms now You know that you best to be aware Don't go bustin up and nuttin in Let a nigga from the Lost Boyz tell ya somethin No man know he play he the fuckin game But AIDS ain't got no fuckin name All you chancy niggaz that's playin cute Don't jump, without a parachute Verse Four: Pete Rock Yeah here we go as I shoot from the top of the key The Lost Boyz in the house with the Capital P Grab a chair relax and pass the Alize I'ma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my way She was a dime with a brown skin complexion She looked so good you'd think you wouldn't need protection Girlfriend was top choice selection... ...around in every section They got twisted, she said no condom so he risked it Caught in the mix and now you sick kid Word is bond, I thought by now you learned your lesson Fucking around with no protection So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this Don't get caught, with the virus It's the Chocolate Boy Wonder with the LB Fam Listen up, use your condom when your third leg stand [Chorus fades]

Snoop Bounce

Snoop Doggy Dog "Tha Doggfather"
Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?) (Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww) (*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*) *repeat* Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons I'm not that BG poppin all that junk about 'I'll fuck you up', he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day illustration beat conversation Chorus Verse 2: Snoop Dogg I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been workin on ya new album for two years strong and still can't come up with the right song You know what they say:'Study long, study long' All aboard the train so come along cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone It's alright ain't no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro I'm international money maker, player hater shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler at a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic Chorus x1 1/2 Verse 3: Snoop Dogg Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes Of course it don't stop bein a Westside ridah Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue I lay conversation on wax and CD's BG's and o-riginals, here come the mission Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, nigga that's the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like it's laced but it ain't This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half Chorus x1 1/2 Outro: Shucks (Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) (Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww) *repeat*

Splish Splash

Cappadonna "The Pillage"
Rzarector in the shadow Tru Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'clock in the shadow Verse 1: Crushed off the bag of dope I felt pity My cold thoughts evole around New York City Evidence ?sir? in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time 86 crime opposites attract My electrical shine ?ok? polly see me downtown 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows My rap shot's hot but suppose you get Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep? Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow Verse 2: Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much french fries, not enough shake Rza blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the Border

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