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JANELLE MONÁE lyrics - The ArchAndroid (Suites II And III)

Dance Or Die

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Cyborg, android, d-boy, decoy, water, wisdom, tightrope, vision, insight, stronghold, heartless, ice cold, mystery, mastery, solar, battery Some will pull the gun because they want to be stars Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye And if you see your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life cause only one will survive War is in the street and it's an eye for an eye Run on for your life or you can dance you can die She's praying in the sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here comes the sun March into the war and with the kick of the drum The wiser simians have got the bombs and the guns So you might as well keep dancing if you're not gonna run A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever And if you wanna wake the sun Just keep on marching to the drums These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever Now I'm not saying it's better to bailar (Spanish for dance) You can pull the trigger or you can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking for a nine and then a droid you can tempt Zombie, zombie, zombie, where do dreams come from? A little bird is chirping and she's singing a song She's shaking em and waking em and giving em mas As the clock tick tocks and the bodies drop I'm gonna lay myself so far way down right in your chops Modern day example of the wolf vs flock Freedom necessary and it's by any means Frozen they were stolen all the kings and queens Sudanese and Congolese who put the roll in the rock From here to Sudan, Metropolis to Iraq It's a minute to the dawn and yet the sun ain't back It's still a war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever And if you wanna wake the sun Just keep on marching to the drums These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever Angel, blossom, gunshot, dodging, dream, bright, beat, light, breathe, live, help, give, focus, trance, wake up, dance! I'm praying for the man sitting without much time May he understand the clock will never rewind Wisen him and sharpen him and give him a motto hate no more, said he must hate no more You see the daylight comes into the kingdom But the kingdom's full of ignorant men Just keep rebelling away, you gotta dream it away Because the weatherman on TV ain't creating the weather This man wants to see another jubilation And that man wants us in emancipation And then there is the man who wants a stronger nation You see we really got to and i think that we ought to Protect the mind from degradation Sow in the seeds of education They run from us, are we that dangerous? There's a war in all the streets and yes the freaks must dance or die!


[Little Girl] I got a boyfriend now *laughs* [Eve] C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo 1 - Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever And forever, we'll be together (C'mon) No matter where he goes, I'll be thinkin' of him I'm gonna love him, I'm gonna love him (Repeat 1) [Eve] Yo, Yo, this nigga lookin' like love, no doubt Sophisticated thug keep me guessin' Said it would be a blessin' just to watch you undressin' Callin' you daddy, late nights I'm layin' on your chest And, stay reminiscin' bout the rest And, how they less than, trying to come between what we share Can't compare, could have been left But when it's mine, I never share, fight to the death If need be to prove that, wounds from your war Other bitches couldn't soothe that, broke from a bad back I'm holdin' you down, throwin' dirt with other bitches But them other fishes drown, locked in, for however long I'm playin' it smart, court dates in other cities There I'm playin' my part, wif-ey, in ya life see Forever be us, passin' the side of a Bentley Or the number 2 bus, tell the whole world, papi EVE don't want nobody else, with other niggas pick and choose But you, I'm keepin' for myself (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) All my peoples thinkin' I'm delirious But the love I feel is serious Couples of the world, no comparing us Been through fist fights with niggas when I see it escalate I'm the getaway driver so my nigga can escape Pull my ice for the bail, spending nights in jail Drawing hearts on the wall with our names around the cell It made a little craziness, maybe I'm blind But for me to leave now lookin' for love would take a lifetime So I'm keepin' mine, uh-huh, fuck it keep me blind Feels like heaven when we makin' love, controllin' my spine Wine and dine, I don't need that as long as long as you wit me And you bitches thinkin' that you competition, come and get me My position is held, some try and all fail Pussy piece a mothafucka', uh-huh, good enough to sell Never leave his baby girl, mad 'cause he claim me Only thug in the hood that was wild enough to tame me (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) I'm the bitch he'll never leave, helped him build his luxuries Carry stories that can hurt him, still he only trustin' me Secrets never leave my mouth, even if they torture me Always taught to hold the ground, that's why I'll always be his queen It's some thug shit things see him in the party, start to flip (What the fuck?) Curse him out on the regular just to make him sick Disappear for a day or two to test his loyal ground Keep my dogs on a short leash, controllin' the growl Open wide, I don't give a fuck, I'm swallowing my pride And he fast to blast a cat that he think be on the prowl But I'll never let him go, temper flare, let it go Always be his extra back bone, quick to let a nigga know Always by his side, EVE the apple in his eye Us together ain't no stopping snatchin' pieces of the pie Us together in our own world, what's his becomes mine Exceed eternity with him we'll stand the test of time (Repeat 1 to fade)

Tug Of War (1993)

JEDI MIND TRICKS "The Psycho-Social, Chemical, Biological, And Electro-Magnetic Manipulation ..."
[Verse 1] Adjust of us, to attacks the crowd The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format If four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns These herbs'll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar Dip live and you just the point to ball For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase Overdrawn by the crowd who strikes amaze Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that Anitiate words to come back, over tight Nah, I'm different from these war heads More treds on my adjective's Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I'll Prospect tunnel, for me and Asan Icon We rock broad neck, funnels to collect The drips and moss, giving y'all friends and serves No connecting to our actual juice of five foot And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots Indeed and they relax in conforts They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths [Verse 2] As the beings, squads find it hard to establish A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies Get caught in my harsh, canapoly of unhappy rhapsodies Fragments of stagments, we world with ultramagnets My reverberation, crush men to micro fragments I get's physical in the forest of absolute manitrition My complex disposition, forces crews into submission Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew On which is true, or which is you Isolation, plus, a reflux, I see buck Who get the equilibrium shattered, or crushed to this I throw fists, and take trips, to other dimensions My henchmen will bend them and get attention As I destroy decoys and make noise My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy Fell into the soul, control, what is concealed If a void is not filled, my suicidial thoughts will come real

Midnight Train

LUDACRIS "Soundtracks B-Sides"
Midnight Train Verse 1: It started off in Shanny Park On the street of old Nash And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream Or you could eat over at Ryan's or some fish and got seen And I had to fix a goodie bag and make decisions and heist Cause Soulfood ain't the mutherfucking thing to waste So lets get looney on the set cause I got five on the fire Will slide through Eastpoint and make our way to blackrighya Looking like Outkast on the spot smoking blunts Hit the liquor store Got up got out and got something The 8 ball so I could do some space age pimpin My blood stay young off of 45 colts and chicken Camalton Road filled wit D's and vogues and Players making them hoes in tight clothes Coming up slamming caddy doors IS south worst will take it to your chest We got it locked like some niggas on house arrest Because we riding Chorus: Riding on that midnight train to Georgia Riding Verse 2: It's just one of those day when I can kick it like this and like that It's a free world my folks got Rowdy Where you at I'm right off cascade or Ralph David Avenue And I shall proceed or continue to keep my roots nappy Cause afro and all ceasers they keep me warm Some living a thug life so how long were they born I still rhyme that's why I bounce my way to bankbread I so bad that I'll knock you out That's what my mamma said Sippin on brandy sunny days wit my best friend Hit her you seein then cruise to the Westend They should have said that it was Six Flags Over Georgia then underground if my crew Stays we'll be fat when I'm older If I told you once I told you ass a Thousand times that I got em all in Check when it comes to bustin rhymes Don't sweat the technique as I just move the crowd My Mob Deep of alcoholics people label us Loud because we riding (Chorus) Verse 3: See I felt my bones jump As I crossed the road I heard the squad was quite def so I flipped my mode On my way to DEC baby can't you see That the cader is too BIG for the Lost boys riding around in Lexus coups Jeeps and Beakers Yo cars get scooped just like Regina Carpet Cleaners In stone mountain cats putting it down Daz n Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound Now my conflict was crucial off some hey smoke I should be getting it cause life is too god damn short And now my mind play tricks And all my boys acting ghetto Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal God bless the child that's just got it's own Since I was a juvenile I'm making cash money at home Now from a boy to a man I reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signing off till the next episode. (Chorus) Cause it's the ATL Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We got the cash find the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail.

Sum Shit I Wrote

COMMON "Resurrection"
Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot Groove is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When it's time for some action I get Red's Tonight's Da Night An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own It's like that, coming from the go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra So keep on, and you don't, now come on Ah keep on, and you don't Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit My mellows call me Never , they be like Never's going to get it Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be like Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! Other studs come through to see what I am up to They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker Tee told me You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world How you going to come off with the style that's thourough? It's like that, keep on, ha ha It's like that, keep on My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The real shit's starting to come back The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack I started eating cat when I was 10 Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I'm slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on

Final Resistance

Dark Tranquility "Damage Done"
Mental blindfolds on Early on the fascination intense How to discern just where right belongs Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to see There is no need for you to start revolutions I don't want you to talk to the minions Just show me a brand new face An open mind against a dying race Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to hear Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to feel Cannot fail in this the era of losers Burnt the shell of those that once held the torches Cannot give you the senses anew Nor will you know innocence again Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to know In time all your questions will be answered Not what you hoped for, not what you dreamed All preconceptions crumble Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to learn Won't hold up to the standards you keep Never came from the formative years Just show me a brand new mind Keep in what you left behind Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to be

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