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JOB FOR A COWBOY lyrics - Genesis


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An incision leads to the future of the new world - a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man. Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead. Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures. Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood. In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly. All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature. In a new world with suppressing technology. Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh. Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital. Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net - a conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom. No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object. Fragments of ash flow through the atmosphere's currents, onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped. The demon's solution, a new world order.

The Crown Of Sympathy

My Dying Bride "Turn Loose The Swans"
See the light and feel my warm desire, run through my veins like the evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your name before I die. No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see. All a man hath will he give for life For life that's lost bleeds all over me. I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this. Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire. I'm without fault before the throne of god. Take from me the crown of sympathy. What do you think you'll see What do you think there will be Sit down! Did you see the sun What will we become Great ones The mouths that dare not speak his name, behold them, raised, complete and fine. The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take my hand and please walk with me. When I was young the sun did burn my face. I let its love and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of many, in the hush of night. Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth. Come dress me with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep. I wear a terrible mark in my head. my clean, white bed. It calls to me. I must lie down. and I want you to lay with me, in sympathy. No sad adieus on a balcony. For one last time, just walk with me. At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved. For deadened, icy pain, covers all the earth.

A Little Of This

Grand Puba "2000"
Intro: (Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're talkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with Intro: A little of this and a little of that (and a little of that) (x4) Verse 1: Check it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function So honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate My style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin' My flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken I mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery With more rhymes then numbers at the lottery You know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow I wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop amp; Glow So come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves Let's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose GOT CHA Grand Puba comes with alladat Because I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat Uh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me No doubt cause we hit 'em with... Hook Verse 2: Dig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet I'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet I play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded I'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet I got more promise then timers who makes muffins I do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing No doubt about it hun I hit from here to China When I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina Grand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite Prefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike That's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed So you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind We keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me Hook Outro: You gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to ease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we fulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin' We gonna move it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in it to the fullest. Live your life (x6) No doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With Grand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (x4) (Big Jeff in the hosue the Neyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000

Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue] The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible [Verse One: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) [Verse Six: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER [Chorus]

The Ways Of The World

LIL' ZANE "Young World: The Future"
[Lil' Zane] Money is mandatory, my game is self explanitory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I'm into deep,all my peeps, bring them shovel stories Some niggaz strapped with thier gats, tryin to kill your homez Didn't know me, but met the heat when they ran up on me Left his wife and 2 kids at the crib lonely Got in the way of a stray bullet when I pass Tryin to retaliate but keep that happin in the past Ways of the world, how will I last when the economy crash I'm goin all out gettin my cash While spend mine open, wit my eyes on the world Ghettos and jail cells gave me stories to tell Body swells from the evil smells that I inhale Evil set me up to fail make my life so real People tape will caution times being lost my soul series to scar I'm fighting off demons, it's the ways of the world [chorus: 2x] Even though it hurts chest I'm gonna stroke till I lose my breath lookin to sin since life began Coming all the way out the water to get oxygen Please father help me breathe again, at ease again [Lil' Zane] Looking at my self in the mirror, I took a second to think Memories of bein babies, given milk to drink Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time They ain't callin it but b-ball took up most of my time We were hard headed they all said it From my parents to our teachers and even my preacher, I say my prayers, I gave my momma grey hairs She lives in fear The thought of me not being there got her worried scared They say I look just like my father, without the beard they should have named that nigga magic and dissapear A couple months out of the year, he reappears its all the same, ain't nuttin changed, you still my nigga Don't hold a grudge, just give me love, I'm on my own I'm kinda sober from a broken home Wondering what's goin on, did I deserve this Living in Atlanta got this little nigga nervous Mama tried to feed us all, until she got laid off Had the rats paid off, now we all laid off [chorus 2x] [Lil' Zane] Duckin the gun shots,at the age of 13 There was a war zone, so you choose your team When the war strikes you better have a heart to fight or get lost in the world when you loose your life I would like to get blown, so I read and pray Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray Living all my self no company You better meet the heat when you come for me And when I die, burn alive, that's a wish of mine I know that heaving in the zone ain't that hard to find and when you make it they gone take it, that's a must you know Don't think of gettin to the top without a problem or so I take for caution as for evil gotta hit on me I've been a bad boy for momma,dont you quit on me They built a jail so when we rise they can crush our dreams Two of the largest in the industry, erased from the scene And I don't wanna be a target so I got with a team They got a glow around their body and do shit you've never seen, know what I mean Take it deep like summer eves, that's what we do, only humans Tryin to get through the world with no confusion When you close your eyes, can you state the pain, the misery Bringin for you will rescue me These are the ways of the world Now I have to choose between life or lose my sanity Go with the streets keep callin me These are the ways of the world

Hell On Earth

MOBB DEEP "Hell On Earth"
[Prodigy] Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin what's yours we do jerks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my team'll go at your main source We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic Nine pound we rocked in Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation With no time for patient, or complication Let's get it done right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg Chorus: together Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you It's right in front of your eyes (repeat 2X) [Havoc] We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me All that bullshit, is just makin me More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thick, Son I solved em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness POW niggaz is found MIA We move like the special forces, green beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against me Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message along with that, I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground I could truely care less the God will get his Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest This rap artist used to be a stickup artist Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it A live nigga stay on point never diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds We flush through your click get purged

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