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Gaye Marvin lyrics

Youre The Man

Original and similar lyrics
Talkin', talkin' to the people Tryin' to get them to go your way Tellin' lies, not to worry That we won't be led astray So blind, unsignified Your opponents always lying Think about the mistakes you make I believe America's at stake You know, busin', busin' is the issue If you have a plan wager If you have a plan If you've got a master plan Got to vote for you Hey hey, got to vote for you You're the man We don't wanna hear no more lies About how you planned a compromise We want our dollar value increased Employment to rise The nation's taxation Is causin' all, all this inflation Don't give us no V sign Turn around and rob the people blind Economics is the issue Do you have a plan wager? 'Cause if you've got a master plan Got to vote for you You're the man (8 times, over scat singing): Don't you understand? There's misery in the land (One version fades out during this; read further for a longer version) People marching on Washington Better hear what they have to say 'Cause the tables just might turn against you, brother Set around Election Day Politics and hypocrites Is turning us all into lunatics Can you take the guns from our sons? Right all the wrongs this administration has done? Peace and freedom is the issue Do you have a plan wager? If you've got a plan If you've got a master plan Got to vote for you Hey hey, got to vote for you 'Cause you're the man (repeat and fade): Got to vote for you

Higher Level

KRS-ONE "Return Of The Boom Bap"
Verse One: After seven years of rockin' How do you rate me Poorly or greatly Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately Yo mad heads be needin' money So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's, funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be In the Army Not knowin' your history You either fight and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth, and don't get mad at me No politican can give you peace If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast Emancipation is long over due So overcome procrastination Because freedom is within you For some reason we think we're free So we'll never be Because we haven't recognized slavery You're still a slave, look at how you behave Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning We accepted our opressor's religion So in the case of slavery it ain't hard Because it's right in the eyes of THEIR God Where is our God, the God that represents us The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria I don't want a God that blesses America I could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level... Verse Two: Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican, laughing and drinking and singing and Kissing me I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke I like to ask these politicans would Jesus vote The way we view God is a freakin' shame Church is to blame We trust God, but bomb Hussein We simply lovin' the scripture Same scripture that whipped 'cha Sooner it'll hit 'cha Religion's gettin' richer With that European version of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker, and sicker, and sicker... Like liquor, we are God-Intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one the government created The same governments tellin' people to vote I pray to God because the people have lost hope You either vote for the mumps or the measels Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil Politics and God are not equal But the education if you don't guard, is really lethal People have more respect for a holy book Than they do for a cow on a meat hook Belivers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils I pray to you for the light you might give them Mother make them know that you're livin' with them You begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother, cause I know that you're mad at them The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo I know this happened in 1519 yet This is the image we can't seem to forget Vote for God, don't vote for the Devil Let me take you to a higher level...


Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad It's all set up so you can't do it Not let up so you don't make it All arranged so you can't have it All enclosed so you won't take it Set in little pockets of isolation Separated by regulation Crushed for product in a rich man's passion Relative ration for the ration nation Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain That's a contribution then they build it up again Fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief When all the time it's just another light relief Oh boredom psychological stunt You never really feel it when you're up at the front It doesn't really matter where the hell it's going As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing.... Excitement and thrills, Will put off the ills Radical frills, docility pills New Wave, splash in the plan Real music by dildo dan Tired old discos, shame balam Soddern modern christ, futurists again Play the machine Crank up the dream We're just what we seem Know what I mean? But no-one can wipe out the last five years There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs Marry me darling? Fuck off, creep! Tired and lonely, life on the cheap Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy Another poor fucker drowns in its nappy Bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts Hit the right fantasy and come up the charts Treat people like shit and that's what you get

Mister Cee's Master Plan

Big Daddy Kane "Long Live the Kane"
lt;Who is the man with the master plan (x2) DJ Mister Cee Who is the man with the master plan He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane Then it goes a little something like this... gt; Yes, here we go, on with the show As the rhythm of this starts to flow No matter the tempo, fast or slow Get up and dance cause the Kane said so This is the dance floor groove of the album Presented to you all live from Calvin Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee The disc jockey down with me, the Microphone lord, my wisdom is a sword Try to get with us, and get floored Some DJ's try to front, but yo don't let them fool you Cause wine is fine, but Calvin is cooler Jump up and down, and eh, and all around and Check out the way that my DJ is sounding On the turntables to keep the crowd stable Killing the cuts putting bodies on a record label And just for the symphony Here comes the M.I.S.T.E.R.C.E.E. Taking a stand like a band Mister Cee got a master plan Hit it! lt;Who is the man with the master plan DJ Mister Cee...on the mix gt; (x4) lt;Kane speaking as Cee cuts it up: Whooo! yeah, warm it up, Cee...uh! C'mon now, make it happen, make it happen Go hit me one more time, c'mon Cee warm it up Yeaaahh... that sounds funky! I, I mean like extra crazy stooopid def! Hit some of them transformers hops Again, again, again Uh! Uh! Uh! Now, yo, tell yourself a song gt; lt;Getting ready to, (various samples), oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (x12) (Samples, in order): play it, let go, feel it, come out, clap to this, move your body, get fresh, go go go, I'll do it, do it again, hit me, hnn--drop! gt; lt;Big Daddy Kane in the house! Big Daddy (x2) Biz: huh, huh! (x2) My man, my mellow gt; lt;Who is the man with the master plan DJ Mister Cee...on the mix gt; (x4) lt;Oh Mister Cee, Oh Mister Cee.... gt; lt;Kane: Now, just to let you know I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane I got my DJ Mister Cee in the place to be Also the engineer all-star Marley Marl Now yo, cut, won't you do me a favor And tell these party people where you from gt; lt;LG, LG, LG...rock on, rock on.... gt; lt;Kane: now, since we on the tip of our neighborhood, Won't you tell them where I'm from gt; lt;Lewis...Avenue! Lewis...Avenue!... gt; lt;Kane: Okay, now I got a brother by the name of Mad Money Merc Now he come from NA Rock I got two dancers, Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover They come from the place known as Brownsville My barber name is Smooth, he come from Whitecourt Also, we got the engineer all-star Marley Marl in the place to be And he come from the area known as the Bridge Now yo... gt; lt;Mister Cee interrupts: yo, hold up Kane! You done said all your names on your record It's time to say names on my record now Yo, I want to say what's up to my man ATL My man Shack Money My man Shep Love and the entire LG Posse I wanna say what's up to my man Moose Love My man Nut, Sambo, Heado, the TCF dancers Yo, I want to say what's up to Dawn I want to say what's up to Nicola My man Rhythm Shawn, Shimsho, Yam Love, Spike D, Willie D, NA Rock, Chicago, yo! Yo! I can't hold it back! lt;It's over, it's over gt; Later for it, yo! lt;Shut the fuck up! gt; What's up! To the whole....(cracks up) Nigga dissed me!


NAZARETH "Boogaloo"
Baby's in the back seat, it's so real Gotta love the feel of the automobile You get a certain style when you're so mobile And responsibility you can avoid that trial Walkin' on the wild side Lookin' at the down side Just a little crazy Got a kind of strange pride Standin' at the back door, mercy me Ain't no place for the man to be It's a private love, no publicity And the woman that he's waitin' for is bad news, he'll see Goin' to a go-go Slippin' to a life low Goin' for the fake tan Dreamin' up a fashion plan ?loverman He's a very superficial man He likes the girls that go there He's a dude with a master plan So young but why should he care? Drivin' into downtown right on time Smokin' like a pistol aimed on line Waitin' for the tingles in his back All those dangerous feelings getting' ready to attack Walkin' on the barbed wire Playin' with desire Goin' for the night plan Breakin' any heart he can ?loverman He's a very superficial man He likes the girls that go there He's a dude with a master plan So young but why should he care? Baby's in the back seat Gotta love the feel Baby's in the back seat Gotta love the feel He's a very superficial man He likes the girls that go there He's a dude with a master plan So young but why should he care? He's a very superficial man He likes the girls that go there He's a dude with a master plan So young but why should he care? He's a very superficial man His suit is ten years older than his last flame He's the dude with the master plan He's a very superficial man He likes the girls that go there He's a dude with a master plan

Future Sound

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
[Akil] Yea [Soup] Turn me up though [Akil] Uh Huh,Yea [Soup] Come on [Akil] Anyway [Soup] A 1,2 what cha gonna do 2,3 what's this gonna be... come on now [Akil and Soup - talking over each other] Yea Yea uh, a come on now Let me hear you, Let me hear you [Akil] Uh yea Provoke emotions when I'm boastin and braggin Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up You heard of us, real niggaz we blow the world up Rip off the planet, take it for granted when I manage With that home team advantage, automatic rhyme bandit Bout to hand it , Cause you cram to understand it When I land it open handed I'm a transatlantic slave, with that old black magic Got to have it from the demo, to the master Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster I'm the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust Down shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch We fuck it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up Put this verbal dick in your mouth, until I bust a nut And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am Original black man from the Billali Sudan [Chorus: Akil and Soup] It's like that y'all, so go head and get up Sample (Be bad) This is the future sound [Sample] Without further ado, you don't see us, but we see you [Akil] Either you're here to teach [Both] Or you're here to be taught [Akil] If you don't plan to get away [Both] Then you plan to get caught I was born to lead, that why I run don't walk South-central MC what the fuck you thought [Soup] I set my first verse up, similar to a stake out The minute that they break out, they send jake out But I'm super laxative and I don't need no practice kid You're probably wondering what track this it [Akil] Uh, so carry on with that twisted ass street rap I ride for peace, but I will contradict that And bitch slap any rapper that act, uh Like he really want it I'm a have to mishap [Soup] So act like you want it, but don't get loud And you haven't seen a style this vivid in awhile [Akil] I rebuild cause I'm a rebel My education and rhythm is on a higher level Smash til the dust settles [Chorus] Yes, yes, yes y'all Mic test, test y'all Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y'all And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go Hey yo Soup, let 'em know [Soup] I'm one of the last cats, (That's right) puttin' the flavor back in the rap And make a sun roof straight to your cap Now the original black, now watch how the herbs react I play the block, where I learned to rap (tell em) Ain't nothing to it, I keep the word play fluent And tone will run through like the emperor Jones Now the inventor of poems and lymrics outstanding pitch Regardless if your feeling my shit Yo, I stay prime and plus I'm never outdated In time I break atoms from the way that I rhyme Now I created a line with no miscues, fake no moves So here's the rhyme I couldn't wait to use I represent, and put the pressure on your local event And drop heavy when the vocal commits To hit you with the hits, from the colonial prince The master of the ceremonial It's like that y'all [Chorus]

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