JACKYL lyrics - Stayin' Alive

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Lord I must be dreaming, what else could this be Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin', birds take to the sky The prophets all are stinkin' drunk, I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault Old Saint Andres seven years ago Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go Noblemen of courage listen with their ears Spoke but how discouragin' when no one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees California showtime, 5 o'clocks the news Said everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late

Serious

Freddie Foxxx "Freddie Foxxx Is Here"
Huh Do it (Serious) [ VERSE 1 ] Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nikes And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic The microphone's burnin like a flaming torch And my lyrics are hot, so they can burn and scorch So here's a little something for you hip-hop whimps Try to come down hard on the hip-hop prince Get your rhymes all together, your microphones ready Cause you're about to meet the hip-hop terror - Freddie For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles Shut up and face the true supreme idol Rappers, I'm here, so come get it But those that tried are real sorry they did it Cause I hit it - hard, nail on the head, now they're dead But that's what you get when you're messin with Fred Ain't no jokin or playin around, just listen to the sound While I get down, this is serious [ VERSE 2 ] So serious when I take the stage Kinda like lettin a pitbull out of a cage For blood or raw meet - huh, sound sweet But I take the mic and a milky beat And drop one rhyme that's self-defined And then you lay back and relax while I climb Into your mind, every opening hole Walk through your body and take over your soul This jam is deep, when I speak you turn chicken Scared to death because my bassline's kickin Jump off and grab the mic - I dare you Then I'ma open you up and then wear ya Drag you all over like Raggedy Ann Rough up the wanna-be's, make you a man Then when you jump up to talk crap You'll get slapped with a rap that makes your neck snap back Down for the count, my hand is raised My rhyme is praised, and you feel dazed I'm gonna take you deeper, down to the bottom When my voice hits the mic, it'll sound like I shot him I'm like Rikers, buckwild in dozens And you'll be lookin around like, who was it? Hit from all sides, all you feel is pain And you don't even know your own name Try to get up for the next round and pout it You think you survive? I doubt it Bring the stretcher, jumpstart the brain and heart Of a rapper that's been torn apart This is serious This is serious [ VERSE 3 ] Now I'ma tell you somethin you should never forget Fred could stand in hell and won't sweat Don't believe it? This is hell Bring the rapper, then ring the bell Then once we start rappin it's a hell of a round It takes you, your crew and the cops to bring me down The rapper of rap, rhymes my occupation Here we go, pump up your radio station The Kut Terrorist scratchin like a maniac Fred's kickin rhymes like a natural born brainiac It's like your standin in water and touched a livewire Boom - you're on fire And I keep rollin, rhymes keep projectin Hittin like a punch to the jawbone connectin You see me with the mic in my hand and you're jealed up Schemin with your posse, but y'all got held up Serious business, the only way to go I'm all about makin beats, rhymes and dough And once in a while I'm a stick man But girls ain't a problem to Foxxx, cause I'm in, man I got rappers on the mic delirious You know why? Cause this is serious [ SHOUT OUTS ] This one is a special dedication for all the posse out there This one goes out to Eric B. Rakim This one goes out to my man Ant Live This one goes out to Premo Sha, Let's Jet and the Louisville Slugger This one goes out to my DJ the Kut Terrorist This one goes out to Laser Mike This one goes out to Pat I take this one deep for my physical Taheim Shabazz This one goes out to the Almighty Supreme Easy E This one also goes out to the Master Kevvon I'ma take this mile-deep for Brooklyn And I'ma slam one out left field for Queens And knock a homerun for Strong Island This one also goes out to the Southside Posse This one goes to the Paid In Full Posse And I'ma take this one down for my man Barney Barn And I'm also gonna say peace to all the Gods And I'm also gonna say.. out (Serious)

Soulo Ho3

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Intro:] This is a story about control, my control Control of what I say, control of what I do And this time I'm gonna do it my way I hope you enjoy as much as I do Are we ready? I am, because it's all about control And I've got lots of it [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Soulo ho, the one and only You niggas know me, your bitches want me Determination, I got a grip, 9-5 locs I am not a Crip Blood, sweat and tears, hotel tiers Your short term tall tales won't sell here And Ms. Aiko told me let my soul sail here Let me get a 'hell yeah' Open your eyes You niggas know what it is It's about that time Soulo ho? You niggas know what it is It's been a hell of a ride You niggas know what it is We live one hell of a life So Soulo ho? [Verse 2:] Manipulating minds, reciprocating times Split on my Said I was the underdog, turns out I'm the secret weapon We can see you half-stepping, I should somersault Some are salty that I made it in the way I did Cause I really did everything I say I did Let me tell you why I'm vexed The same reason why I'm stressed, the same reason why I'm blessed I stopped playing, and I started planning I stopped playing, and I made it happen We mapped it out, and now the map is ours Raised my stats off of records, check an almanac Thank God punchline knew I had a knack Down two die to get my point across like craps Control System, cut off your radios, cut off your television

Awful Sound (Oh Eurydice)

ARCADE FIRE "Reflektor"
You and I were born in a little town Before the awful sound started coming down Oh no, oh You came home from school and knew you had to run Please stop running now, just let me be the one for you I know you can see things that we can't see But when I say I love you, your silence covers me Oh, Eurydice, it's an awful sound I was so disappointed you didn't want me Oh, how could it be, Eurydice? I was standing beside you by a frozen sea Will you ever get free? Just take all your pain, just put it on me So that you can breathe When you fly away will you hit the ground? It's an awful sound I know there's a way, we can make them pay Think it over and say, "I'm never going back again" I know there's a way, we can leave today Think it over and say, "I'm never going back again" You were born in the little town Before the awful sound started coming down There's so much inside you that you won't let me see You fly away from me, but it's an awful sound when you hit the ground It's an awful sound when you hit the ground I know there's a way, we can make them pay Think it over and say, "I'm never going back again" I know there's a way, we can leave today Think it over We know there's a price to pay for love in a reflective age I met you up upon a stage, our love in a reflective age Oh no, now you're gone

God Only Knows

JAMES "Gold Mother"
You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed He has a vague memory of before some fall Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall If god is in his image, the almighty must be small God only knows Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees After damning me and you to hell for eternity Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys God only knows My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep While I was fucking celibate, self-righteous in belief Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep We fell upon each other starving for relief God only knows I damn you all to hell I speak in the name of god I know him intimately I speak in the name of the white haired old man in the clouds Always a man Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him A cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humor How do you feel old man? How do you feel? Being spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and God-fearing biggots Well I know where I'd rather be Away from this cacophony God only knows God only knows God only knows

Where I'm From

JASON MICHAEL CARROLL "Growing Up Is Getting Old"
On a 3 hour flight from Memphis to LA I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade Laughing at my jeans and my boots beside those high dollar shoes and armani suits When the gentleman next to me said the drinks up here are free So if you'd like the first one can be on me He said I'm heading back from business, in New York and Rome Tell me son where do you call home I said I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church A courthouse clock that still dont work Where a mans word means everything Where moms and dads were high school flames and Gave their children Grandmothers maiden name Yes, it may not sound like much But its where I'm from So we Drank that round and then another There wasnt a topic in this world we did not cover He said I headed out west when I was barely 19 Just a kid chasing my dreams And I said I'm flying out here to pick up my big brother He's been fighting the cancer they discovered But he called last night and said I think this is the end So come take me home to my family and my friends Where the quarterback dates the homecoming queen The trucks a ford and the tractor's green And amazing grace is what we sing Where theres a county fair every fall And your friends are there no matter when you call It may not sound like much but its where I'm from And as we stood to claim the bags we checked He said ill pray for your brother and did I mention that Italian suits havent always been my style See I was the quarter back of my high school team We took state back in 63 and my wife well she is still my homecoming queen Cuz I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church A courthouse clock that still dont work Where a mans word means everything Where moms and dads were high school flames Gave their children Grandmothers maiden name Yes, it may not sound like much I said it may not sound like much But its where I'm from amazing grace It's where I'm from how sweet the sound Its where I'm from amazing grace, how sweet the sound, amazing grace.

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