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JAMIE CULLUM lyrics - Catching Tales

Get Your Way

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Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose that means you'll turn up 'round nine. Bought a bunch of flowers, just for her, She says the burden's on the receiver. I opened the door and you walked in, (Sniff) The scent of wild jasmine. The room, seemed to freeze in time, My regular table will be just fine. Radiant and elegant, you might be But your concentration is so go-lightly Both of your eyes reflecting the moon, You really think you own the room. [CHORUS:] So What Game Shall We Play Today? How About The One Where You Don't Get Your Way? But Even If You Do, That's Okay. So What Game Shall We Play Today? How About The One Where You Don't Get Your Way? But Even If You Do, That's Okay. Try to pick it up, reading the signs, It's turning out to be a real good time, And who'd have thought that entertainment, Lies in the winter of your discontent. Now, sit at the table, face to face, Queen takes pawn, check or checkmate! I feel your foot brush against my leg, I'm not that easily led. You flutter your eyes and you toss your hair, I have to say that it is kind of unfair, Let me tell you baby now what's in store, You win the battle, but I'll win the war! [CHORUS] This has been fun, I suppose, Although my feelings are all juxtaposed, But truth be told, I'm as fickle as hell, But gentlemen never kiss and tell! [CHORUS]

Made In America

Del The Funky Homosapien
[Featuring Hieroglyphics] DEL: Mista twista get ya every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow with tha gifted tounge an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes play this two times a day with the dayo day hey hey ho with a day light come I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so they know and I know we all know day hey yo day light come and me wanna go home- cool no tool, no Smith and Wesson just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of shit on the mic when I get on the mic pee-pee--pee-ping! I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War II d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who makes advances when I make um heel peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver binito-but I ain't finished till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished. Casual I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank time for me to lay down the law: who's raw? you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar artery- try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me because I'm not the g to be stepped to let loose negative bones that my rep crew I let loose negative tones so you better get flows to counter act what we've done proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son we go and step back as I wreck shop pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop artist-the one who does better they ain't found and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought and answer that your boss- cause that's when you lost keep on losing, amusing many tactics I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick and I make backs if you get caught frontin' never bought a Newport but I'm on the button. Tajai I needs no sugar crisp to get swift so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive Tajai I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin coming to your brain like I would on a sheet I respond with no distraction when I see one fatter than re-run so what's happennin'? it's not where you from, it's just how you come correct my stacks will get rough to bake get phucked enough to my men like idie midie look in the membrane enough because I am a righty fight these- you'll catch follies if you folly I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad ones busted a few much more than two a slew of sold ass phonies, bust their cohonies try, you'll catch my Vans in your highnee that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt how do you want to convert me in time but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me so play them tracks- and you'll go out like beta max next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. Opio Be deep boom- bob your head to this, mischievous soul socidle, idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening. this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow while the teapot blows steam like a kettle the hip to the hop I make up flip when I get drastic stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic and man with the vocal making the locals go insane the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity the one with liberated souls -control for infinity got style much slimma-kids' got a body child Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering just like smiley skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness plus your wondering extinguish all them myths optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury nursing me I show I've got the gift. A-Plus People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead never said never cause I cock my head better dreadlock on the top of my head, never flakky if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me or bake me cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough if you wanna spread the skins then I got alot of stuff got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice why step? here's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on sittin on a futon... slip the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on opps- I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe looking in my garden, schylar got a lotta hoes Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming dip dip dive as I'm live moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is

Boo Boo Heads

Del The Funky Homosapien "No Need For Alarm"
[Featuring Hieroglyphics] DEL: Mista twista get ya every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow with tha gifted tounge an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes play this two times a day with the dayo day hey hey ho with a day light come I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so they know and I know we all know day hey yo day light come and me wanna go home- cool no tool, no Smith and Wesson just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of shit on the mic when I get on the mic pee-pee--pee-ping! I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War II d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who makes advances when I make um heel peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver binito-but I ain't finished till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished. Casual I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank time for me to lay down the law: who's raw? you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar artery- try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me because I'm not the g to be stepped to let loose negative bones that my rep crew I let loose negative tones so you better get flows to counter act what we've done proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son we go and step back as I wreck shop pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop artist-the one who does better they ain't found and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought and answer that your boss- cause that's when you lost keep on losing, amusing many tactics I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick and I make backs if you get caught frontin' never bought a Newport but I'm on the button. Tajai I needs no sugar crisp to get swift so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive Tajai I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin coming to your brain like I would on a sheet I respond with no distraction when I see one fatter than re-run so what's happennin'? it's not where you from, it's just how you come correct my stacks will get rough to bake get phucked enough to my men like idie midie look in the membrane enough because I am a righty fight these- you'll catch follies if you folly I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad ones busted a few much more than two a slew of sold ass phonies, bust their cohonies try, you'll catch my Vans in your highnee that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt how do you want to convert me in time but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me so play them tracks- and you'll go out like beta max next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. Opio Be deep boom- bob your head to this, mischievous soul socidle, idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening. this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow while the teapot blows steam like a kettle the hip to the hop I make up flip when I get drastic stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic and man with the vocal making the locals go insane the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity the one with liberated souls -control for infinity got style much slimma-kids' got a body child Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering just like smiley skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness plus your wondering extinguish all them myths optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury nursing me I show I've got the gift. A-Plus People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead never said never cause I cock my head better dreadlock on the top of my head, never flakky if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me or bake me cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough if you wanna spread the skins then I got alot of stuff got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice why step? here's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on sittin on a futon... slip the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on opps- I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe looking in my garden, schylar got a lotta hoes Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming dip dip dive as I'm live moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is

Last Poet

Killarmy "Dirty Weaponry"
Intro: P.R. Terrorist Just enter the 3rd world Clear Lines of communication Understanding, all things must be seen clearly for what they are not what they appear to be 360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up [P.R. Terrorist] The Last Poet construct the rhyme At a self-destruct in your tape deck In your walkman or in your truck Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot Heavy heat, tucked in my boxers, rubbing on my meat Vigilante rap, take negotiations to the street Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses Next LP my teams face all up in the sources [Reporter] Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty. That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us. [Islord] Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in Mecca In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots To twist niggaz physical like cyclones But now I'm in the worst part, with the art That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs Because, you and your ten cats sat back Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough Like one swing of Tiger Woods, golf club That won the masters, by a landslide So pass that grass green cashman jacket This way, so I can swerve that a-way On my way to the homes of the grains of Shaolin With King I Divine, never smile when you enter The sector of the Killa Hill 10304 Just be prepared for war and blood shed Because there's no exit and no such thing as three men You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps And there's definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black Like the hallways in Alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber of my baby girl Nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse [Reporter] We today have concluded in agreement to end the war and bring peace with honor in Vietnam [9th Prince] Yo, Yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs I speak with authority but calm Bent back nigga like the hunch back from Notre Dame 24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist Fight with fatal blows like the white Lotice Though this four time expansion at the Wu-Mansion Wu-Tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint A lenchmen killed off hitler's henchmen Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters I slaughter like Saddam Hussein, giving killing orders [Reporter] 5 months ago Saddam Hussein started this cruel war against Kuwait, tonight the battle has been joined.

U Can Call

2PAC "Better Dayz"
(feat. Jazze Pha) [Verse One: 2Pac] Dear baby you the picture of perfection Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction to your complexion No hesitation needed; you got me inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics are poetry So baby get a ticket to go with me Thugged out so you notice me It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin And only you can calm, the savage beast Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me I wanna make you mine I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right) I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Anytime you like, baby you can call me Need a thug up in yo' life, never find nobody like me Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you Baby call on me [Verse Two: 2Pac] Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me Remember my phone calls, my late visits Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view Whenever we collide; it's bound to be a pleasurable time Makin love 'til the early light Sweetheart don't fight the feelin Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling It's my intention to brush up Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch.. .. it's bound to be, so relax, clown with me As if you're down with me, get around and see The brother with tattoos and no fears Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Pardon me, but let's be specific Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it And let's take trips and ride airplanes A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang Cause we can be real tight (right) I got a big suite at the hot', if it feel right My only wish is to be witcha You got me steady strivin to getcha Fantasizin of friendly pictures The pressure's gettin major I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya Got me goin wild with anticipation Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction when you falsify and start fake, in my position I'm a careful man, but a player when I ball Got my eyes on you baby, can I call [Chorus - repeat 2X]

Your Tongue Like The Sun In My Mouth

SOPHIE B. HAWKINS "Timbre"
I met a woman from another time I couldn't think But a drink from her eyes Was like water to wine She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind I search the desert for a treasure And a measure of life denied I'm driven by cars and guitars and her voice Ripping up and down my spine And now I'm giving my life for her sight To be mine And in her presence My fate unwinds For when her essence Draws me too near I can taste her with tears On my tongue Like the sun In my mouth. I met a man who kicked my front door down He blew in with the Santa Ana winds And a half cocked hound He fits my body like a one horse town And I was drunk like a vagabond on his street And I lay face down And I rode his joy like a child on a merry-go-round I was young in his eyes I was sweet on his thighs I was profound I was shot like a free bird in flight To the ground. I woke this morning from a deadly dream He was my lover he was my filler He was my chocolate-colored killer He was me I'm built to run My will is to deceive But you penetrate severely I am walking insecurely On my knees And I will wait through Winter, Spring and Summer If you'll Fall in love with me I will dance so slowly You will hardly know I Breathe From Rome To Madrid To Paris On the breeze My scent will find you Lost by degrees From time to time you'll Sing With my lips Or my hands On your hips Or my tongue Like the sun In your mouth

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