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Grant Lee Buffalo lyrics - Copperopolis

Homespun

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Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves And a call to arms has never been about anything else Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Hatred on the prowl underneath an oh new guise garb and gown And he's so persuasive when you look in his eyes all dumbfound And the double-talkin' politicians expose their intimate lives While the sheep are lowing for the shepherd to show he never arrives Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Ooh I'll tell you how it Pains to say this Ugliness is ours 'Cause I would better lay in bed and Maybe even sleep all day Maybe sleep some more Some more Too Yeah now Suspicion is a powerful religion when it leads to the force on these shores In the jungles of the midwest dwarf militia train for war right on course Unlike the famous fable revolution won't yield a firework show Unlike the famous fable revolution won't end on July the Fourth Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Sound Yeah sound Yeah the homespun sound I hear the sound Yeah the homespun sound

Come Gather Round

John Wesley Harding "Why We Fight"
Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near If not, we'll use a microphone so all poor souls can hear And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead Rejoice in your rebellion, or wish you were in bed Come gather round and liten, or watch it on the screen The campfire burned out long ago, the songs all got obscene And left us with some rich kids trying hard to be sincere Let it fly straight out the other after going in one ear Come gather round--from the kings and the queens on down If you listen close, you can hear the sound Of a human voice saying Come Gather Round Come Gather Round So listen to my story, though I haven't yet begun We have to cut through so much crap to have a little fun And who are we now anyway to even earn the name? We're so convinced we're different, it makes us all the same Don't fall for the maturity It ain't real They just call it integrity Please don't grow up Please blow up your TV Come all you desperate rebels and hang your heads in shame For those who live in self-contempt with just themselves to blame And for those who can, who do nothing, and those who can't, who succeed To cry out bloody murder the moment that they bleed... Come gather round--from the kings and the queen on down If you listen close, you can hear the sound Of a human voice saying Come Gather Round Come Gather Round

The Best Damn Thing

AVRIL LAVIGNE "The Best Damn Thing"
Let me hear you say hey hey hey Alright Now let me hear you say hey hey ho I hate it when a guy doesn't get the door even though I told him yesterday and the day before I hate it when a guy doesn't get the tab And I have to pull my money out and that looks bad Where are the hopes, where are the dreams My Cinderella story scene When do you think they'll finally see [Chorus:] That you're not not not gonna get any better You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never Like it or not, even though she's a lot like me We're not the same And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle You don't know trouble, I'm a hell of a scandal Me, I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen Alright, alright Yeah I hate it when a guy doesn't understand Why a certain time of month I don't wanna hold his hand I hate it when they go out, and we stay in And they come home smelling like their ex girlfriends I found my hopes, I found my dreams My Cinderella story scene Now everybody's gonna see [Chorus] Give me an A (always give me what I want) Give me a V (be very very good to me) R (are you gonna treat me right) I (I can put up a fight) Give me an L (let me hear you scream loud) One, two, three, four Where are the hopes, where are the dreams My Cinderella story scene When do you think they'll finally see [Chorus] Let me hear you say hey hey hey Alright Now let me hear you say hey hey ho Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen

A Sound That Only You Can Hear

K'S CHOICE "Paradise In Me"
The thought of you and me and me and you It's clear, it's blurry Your head, my mind, your mind, my head, as one It's real, the foolish worry I feel you and you feel me as I feel you It's good, it's scary The speed, the heat, it's deep, and steep It's light but hard to carry Listen when I'm silent there's a Sound that only you can hear Listen when it's quiet I know You can hear it, cover up your ears Cover up your ears Your hands, my mouth, your mouth, my hands The weight of what we're thinking No words, the air we breathe It's not liquid, but we're drinking Listen when I'm silent there's a Sound that only you can hear Listen when it's quiet I know You can hear it, cover up your ears Cover up your ears Listen when I'm silent there's a Sound that only you can hear A sound that only you can hear A sound that only you can hear A sound that only you can hear

Block Work

JADAKISS
[Jadakiss:] Yeah, ride out, they ain't got no money I'm losin' weight, uh, ride out [Jadakiss & Styles P:] Gather 'round, y'all, it's goin' down, y'all Block work, twenty-eight for the pound, y'all If he the king, I put a round in his crown, y'all He just talkin', but he pussy in the town, y'all I air 'em out, then put 'em in the ground, y'all Hit 'em in the church if he prayin' on my downfall It's either this or you wicked with a round ball It's a burial whenever we sound off Hands to the no-hander right after the round off Peanut butter guts, chocolate brown Porsche Word to Spanish, José, we was movin' the most yay Had my boys runnin' and gunnin', sound like 'Coach K' Listen, duke, you be shoot, but you know that it's both ways My gun splash brothers, I call 'em Curry and Klay In a hurry to get buried ever fuckin' with J Ah, Dave, come on, nigga, I see you ridin' the wave Brave like the crackers that helped hire the slaves Keep talkin', I kill you, then slide in your bae You got a homie up top, I have him die in a cage And you trigger-happy, you can't wait to fire the guage Go out on your shield, though you die in a blaze Gunfire, one liar, gon' put the truth in a maze I got the truck off the sour, got a coupe from the haze In the telly down south, I got me a few dames We ain't fuckin', but we stuffin' they pussy with cocaine Whipped out, fuck around and hop on the 2 train Robbed the first and last car to show you some true pain Wolf on the phone when I show you a few fangs It's a different kind of hot, my nigga, it's blue flames Dudes is startin' to get out of pocket; loose change Hard part: tryin' to stay still, move things Right before you about to murder someone, your mood change We came up like ninety bricks We had the city under siege since '96 Go online: you still won't find these kicks Like Frank White when he did the Chinese hit That's it, it's us, then everybody else after Our part of the good books a rough chapter Everything dead serious, enough laughter Fronto leaves, Raw papers and Dutch Masters, yeah You read more, you see more They tearin' shit up on the streets in B'more Some people don't know what it's like to be poor The hood is a one-way, ain't no detour You know the love course, the hate come free, y'all Those who protect and serve will knock your seed off The energy is negative, it's not to feed off Shit'll cool down when we knock the heat off [Jadakiss:] Get it? R.I.P. Freddie Gray Rest in peace homie that they shot in the back in South Carolina Eric Garner, Mike Brown, Glennis, rest in peace, baby girl And all y'all rappers one

Who Ya Rollin Wit

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: Method Man] Uh... what's really good? Yo, yo, yo.. [Method Man] It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical Any mission possible, do what I gots to do Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you You think you know, but you have no idea The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear? Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in shit was good luck? I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms Now that we know, when will the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square [Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah) [Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)] Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!) [Streetlife] M-E-T, H-O-D.. [Method Man] Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice Then let these darts take a stab at it Niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich [Chorus] [Hook 2X w/o 'fire' the second time] [Interlude: Method Man] Yeah, ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game Until it starts again, let's do it, haha! [Method Man] Six minutes, Method Man, you're on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you? This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain [Chorus] [Hook 2X] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd No doubt, dick up in your mouth We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!

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