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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics

Call Of Duty

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[Winston Churchill:] Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the Will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be. [Jay Electronica:] You know the story, when real see real, we recognize When you see the steel flash, you petrified Steve Jobs seen death after just retiring Takes vision to build, God bless the dead That's Mac, that's Pac, that's Pun, that's Big Shit, niggas know the sunshine eternal I burn slow like "Disco Inferno" Burn slow like blunts with' yayo Uh, I went from MySpace to the top of the food chain The sperm hit the egg like a missle Then nine months later, the celebratory news came "Exhibit C" gave the whole world a mood change Electronic, niggas call my album Detox 'Cause they know I'm finna bring the next Chronic Roc Nation, Cole World, it's a wrap, nigga Put yo' diamonds in the sky, take that, nigga Mobb Deep Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave 'em side to side, get jokes when you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye ...an' I'll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky Wave 'em side to side, get robbed 'fore you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I'll die for you, your beef is mine Uh-huh To whom it may concern If it's hate, wait your turn, dig a crate, make a urn Please, God, tell Flex drop a bomb on me Tell the minister to tattoo the Qu'ran on me Before the men in black try to pin a crime on me And Rupert Murdoch and his goons get to lyin' on me The Lord is my shepherd So tell the royal family to order my records And spread 'em 'cross Europe in a organized method We could heal the planet with' a organized effort The Jews and the Christians and the Muslims and the Buddhists And the Sikhs and Scientologist is all of my brethren Play this on the radio You never heard another nigga say this on the radio We made it out the ghetti-o Brunch with the Rothchilds, dinner with the Carters Jay Elect stop the press, criticalest artist (What the fu...) Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave 'em side to side, get jokes when you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for... ...an' I'll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky (Sky) Wave 'em side to side, get robbed 'fore you shine (Shine) As time go by, we live by an eye for... ...an' I'll die for you, your beef is mine I done sat around for years daydreamin' of this Me and Jay biz, green gettin' twist Kids goin' to school, we still on the bench Early mornin' yawning, no sleep, just this Hardcore, rhymin' like a diamond when I spit Come hell or high water, we gon' make it out the bricks I done graduated gladiator school, what's next? From the bottom, only one way to go to the tip Of the top, with these nonstop flows I invent Bars so hard, shit hurt when it hit My bars like prison bars, I'm trapped in the pens Of this wildstyle hip-hop, the fuckin' strongest Rappers on the earth, it's a curse and a gift Black cloud follow my life, how worse could it get? Respect, power, and money, in that exact order I got it all, nigga, I'll break ya li'l neck Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave 'em side to side, get jokes when you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for... ...an' I'll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky Wave 'em side to side, get robbed 'fore you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for... ...an' I'll die for you, your beef is mine

Sum Of Us

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
[Chali 2na] Sparklin' extreme spinnage Watchin' your scene plumett If lyrics were green vomit My vocals would clean stomachs Addicts wean from it Where dreams and green run it The faces on money change like the host on Teen Sumit I'm close to being done with this industry's cream driven Supreme livin', seein' more demons than Gene Simmons And mean fibbin' actors be adlibbin' Fakin' the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm Some of us act like they had women Gats in the abdomen back when the fact is them cats They didn't have nuttin For certain I'm sure it's fiction but for some The purest diction Insures their jurisdiction I'm kicking it up a level trying to stay in the red Some stay in the bed, zombie Like the Day of the Dead With decay in the head Playin' instead of stayin' ahead Steadily portrayin' celebs, delayin' the inevitable When some come round They run down when they touch ground They climb up the structures unsound Some of you like the way my words caress tracks While some of these politicians secretly suppress facts Chorus: (2X) [Both] I'm sayin' through songs I write My wrongs I right If you wanna fight the power Get the power to fight Cuz some of us judge without knowing the man's inner And some of us find fault in the sin and not the sinner [Akil] Influential ideas Push pressure on my peers That's why most of these brothers have short term careers You appear to be what's happenin' One a year you crackin' One hitter quitter now you missin' in action With no satisfaction from the streets I only hear foolishness when you speak I repeat, my predecessor's endeavor with pleasure Lock and load, explode and come better Hopin that generation X Be more wicked with the flex And not so quick to cash a check And disrespect, talkin' guns and sex Guns and death, but end up gettin' layed to rest At your request You're at the end of your line Out of your mind Idle women, weed and wine And shells for your nine The blind lead the blind Time after time When you rhyme for the shine Chorus (2X) [Chali 2na] Yo, I'm tellin' you to REBEL But dude, if you stale The 2na can tell Either you're comin' to the party or you truant as hell Politicians ain't got no problem puttin' you in the cell It's like we rolled up a snowball and threw it in hell See some of us are looted with mail and suited to swell But still blind like you're fluent in Braille [Akil] Yo, I never can tell uh, why some make it or fail Speak it and spell overcome and still prevail [Chali 2na] We ripple the water frequently Blink if we show delinquency, please Human frequencies Have been diseased, A breeze ain't what I'm feelin' Healin' is essential Mental aggrivation shows you what we've been through [Akil] Yo, sign of the times influence the way I rhyme, man Pick up a nine and put down your picket sign, man Your life is worth way more than just some diamonds Without bling I still gleam Glisten and shine, man Chorus (2X)

Big, Blonde And Beautiful

QUEEN LATIFAH
Once upon a time Girl I was just like you Never let my extra large Largesse shine through Hair was brown and nappy Never had no fun I hid under a bushel Which is easier said than done! Then one day my grandma Who was big and stout She said you gotta love yourself From inside out And just as soon as I learned How to strut my funky stuff I found out that the world at large Can't get enough so... Bring on that pecan pie Pour some sugar on it Sugar don't be shy Scoop me up a mess Of that chocolate swirl Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl I offer big love With no apology How can I deny the world The most of me I am not afraid To throw my weight around Pound by pound by pound Because I'm Big, blonde and beautiful There is nothin' 'bout me That's unsuitable No one wants a meal That only offers the least When girl we're servin' up The whole damn feast Slice off a piece Of that hog head cheese Then take a look inside My book of recipes Now, don't you sniff around For something fluffy and light I need a man who brings A man-size... Appetite I'll use a pinch of sugar And a dash of spice I'll let ya lick the spoon Because it tastes so nice I'll keep it in my oven 'Til it's good and hot Keep on stirring til it hits the spot Because I'm... Big, blonde and beautiful And Edna girl, you're lookin' so Recruitable Why sit in the bleachers Timid and afraid When Edna, You can be your own parade! [TRACY:] So? How 'bout it, Mama? [EDNA:] Well, I am big, I am blonde... ish, and if you say I'm beautiful, I guess I'm beautiful. OK, I'll do it! [ALL:] Yeaaa! Look out old Baltimore We're marching in 'And we ain't shufflin' Through that old back door [EDNA:] And Tracy, I will join the fight If I can keep up this pace [WILBUR:] And girls, I'll be right at your side If I can find some space [MOTORMOUTH:] So you can Hold your head up Just as big as ya please You know they'll hear me knockin' With the two of these! [MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE:] Tomorrow, side by side We'll show the world what's right [EDNA:] Looks like I'm touchin' up my roots tonight! [MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE:] Then we'll be Big, blonde and beautiful It's time to face the fact It's irrefutable Can't ya hear that rumbling? That's our hunger to be free It's time to fin'ly taste Equality [COUNCIL MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS:] On mother/daughter day Where thin is in, We're white as wool [MOTORMOUTH:] Well ladies, big is back! And as for black, it's... [MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE:] ... Beautiful! [MOTORMOUTH:] All shapes and sizes, follow me [EDNA:] Let's bust their chops! [VELMA:] Quick, cali the cops! [MOTORMOUTH & PROTESTERS:] We're gonna dance our way to victory! And get us on TV! [PROTESTERS:] 2... 4... 6... 8... TV'S got to integrate! [COUNCIL MEMBERS:] Stay away! This isn't Negro Day! [Police sirens wail. Whistles blow. As the protesters continue their march, they are loaded into the addy wagon.] [MOTORMOUTH:] You bet I'm big! [EDNA (pulling on Velmas hair):] This blond is gray! [LINK:] Tracy, this was beautiful! [MOTORMOUTH:] Big, blonde, and beautiful leads the way! [ENSEMBLE:] No one's getting on TV today!

Down The Line

Big Daddy Kane "Taste of Chocolate"
[Kane] Okay, okay, okay, okay Attention to the whole crew Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin Mister Cee I don't need you on the turntables Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough And Little Daddy since you my brother get yo' ass on in here Cause we gettin ready to take things down the line Here we go one time Prepare yourself for MC terror And don't make the error of tryin to come near a rapper so smooth and swift with the gift of gab to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like Vincent Price, but you never been so nice So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice Kickin ass in every committee, city to city Until both shoes are city The regulator innovator dominator creator of data Plus an imitator assassinator Lyrics don't display a too don sweet Hard as concrete, and always on beat Steppin to this, you're not allowed You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd Snatchin the microphone real proud But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud So next up down the line, Scrap Lover [Scrap Lover] Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's mine But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough when a toy MC, gets the heart to pull a bluff and there's no laughter, cause the one that I'm after is smashed, for that reason you have to make sure each and every lyric is harmless Cause if not, you won't be able to calm this Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move So put up your girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop The capital S the C, the R-A-P stands for me, cause I'm the only MC with an original rap style You disagree, you get put on the Scrap pile So stay off the set, with George and Jet-son You never seen a dancer who rapped well you met one Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit or get ate like oats and barley Save your Sweat for Keith, and the Beef for Charlie So next up, goin down the line, Scoob Lover [Scoob Lover] Yo, the microphone's mine It's the S y'all, to the C y'all, double-O B y'all Well god damn it's me y'all Jump back, kiss myself, I'm so fly Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't get high I might wave hi.. .. at a pretty young girl that walk by But yo, you all that, you can't stop A-with the weave in your head like a mop You must know karate, cause your face look chopped Now back to the subject of the matter I eat a lot of food, but I won't get fatter Let me see I'm slim, my hair is well trimmed And when I'm low-key I throw on a brim But I'm not conceited, when hangin out I need it For when trouble comes then I never have to meet it I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not jokin What are you, smokin You be hopin wishin and prayin to be like Scoob but what are you sayin Well it takes style, charisma, class Fuck up on the Lover, and I bust your ass So next up, movin down the line Mister Cee [Mister Cee] Yo, the microphone's mine Mission, to make DJ's feel the wrath So here's a paragraph, written on behalf of the ruler, dictator, DJ ambassador Makin a massacre, you couldn't last through a round of combat, where my left arm's at My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I attack I shake and bake or fake a snake Take em and make em ache and flake, I break like an earthquake When I erupt, MC's I corrupt, to be blunt I'ma tear shit up So next up goin down the line The Little Daddy Shane [Little Daddy Shane] The mic is all mine MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry The Little D-A double-D Y The S-H-A-N-E, yes it's me You better believe there's no comp and I'm certain So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains I'm no joke, the wrong one to provoke One false move and KERRRRRR-ROAK! So take it easy and slide on greasy Cause I'm more rougher than hair when it's peasy I'm more rougher than steak when it's raw So keep that in mind, mon cherie amore Cause I'm a lover you find quite young And Brooklyn New York, is where I'm from So keep it on and you don't quit That supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit So next up down the line, Ant Live [Ant Live] Yo, the microphone's mine Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna give it back And it's a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new jack Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't hear a peep Then I put it to sleep I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the place Not Al Pacino, I don't need a Scarface But I know, if some shit goes down I'll turn the whole New York into Bucktown A 'Face ain't real Scar'red, cause I real hard And I ain't no bullshit bodyguard Walk the streets to New York and stay alive All I need is my loaded four-five And sweet and deadly like a killer beehive And I can stalk in Fort Greene park and survive.. And my name is Ant Live [Big Daddy Kane] Now that's what I'm talkin bout That's EXACTLY what I'm talkin bout Put your weight on it fellas Anyway you can get back to work now Get back to your god damn jobs And we outta here, love peace and hairgrease

Satellite From Dirty Dancing

SANTANA "Dirty Dancing Havana Nights Soundtrack"
Oh way oh Oh way oh Oh way oh The world divides from the bitter sweetness love provides I will redefine my place within this union If the word is a lie and the better me can't show its side I will try to find my way to high ground Ah oh there's a million stories And a million ways to get there from here Baby I'm gonna put your skin on mine, be inside you all my life And if you let your heart open up your mind Theres a whole new world on the other side I'm gonna be your satellite and I'll hang over your world at night And I can hear you sleep beneath the candle light I can see your dreams like they were mine Oh way oh Oh way oh Oh way oh Way oh way oh When I, I hear you scream I hear you cry It's makes me realise that I am only human The world relies on the balance between love and pride And I'll abandon all my pride and bring you love Ah oh oh oh There's a million reasons And a million ways to get to your heart Baby I'm gonna make you step outside the corners of your world And find that if you let your heart open up your mind Theres a whole new world on the other side I'm gonna be your satellite and I'll hang over your world at night And I can hear you sleep beneath the candle light I can see your dreams like they were mine Oh way oh Oh way oh Oh way oh Way oh way oh Baby I'm gonna put your skin on mine be inside you all my life And if you let your heart open up your mind Theres a whole new world on the other side I'm gonna be your satellite and I'll hang over your world at night And I can hear you sleep beneath the candle light I can see your dreams like there were mine Oh way oh Oh way oh Oh way oh Way oh way oh

Old '67

ELTON JOHN "The Captain And The Kid"
Hey how about this A little conversation tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street Now we're sitting in the South of France Talking through the evening It's good to shoot the breeze Just you and me on a balcony And cicadas singing in the trees [Chorus:] Old '67 what a time it was What a time of innocence, what a time we've lost Raise a glass and have a laugh, have a laugh or two Here's to old '67 and an older me and you Sentimental twilight Conversing on those virgin days Laughing about how the two of us sound Like a Tennessee Williams play Honest, it's amazing That we can get together at all For in between the saddle and the grand piano We can read the writing on the wall Talking through the evening Sitting here side by side Just you and me on a balcony It's a little bit funny this feeling inside [Chorus]

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