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JOE NICHOLS lyrics - Revelation

Revelation

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Somewhere in Vietnam A nineteen year old soldier stumbled from a bar room He said I must be seeing things That bourbon hit me like a baseball bat In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden As she raced across her yard to ask her neighbor Mrs. Clancy "What was that?" In Memphis, Tennessee a teacher raised the window closest to the river And the children in her classroom swore they heard a choir singin' down the street In Washington, D.C. a private secretary's lips began to quiver And the President just put aside some papers and rose quickly to his feet I lay in a cheap motel in the arms of someone else's woman When a loud explosion rocked the room and turned the morning into night I jumped out of bed and ran into the street with hardly any clothes on And as the sky lit up my heart stood still and i could feel my face turn white All at once the clouds rolled back and there stood Jesus Christ in all his glory And I realized the saddest eyes I'd ever seen were lookin' straight at me I guess I was awakened by the penetrating sound of my own screaming It didn't take me long to stumble out of ben and fall down on my knees AS tears rolled down my face I cried, "Dear God I'm thankful I was only dreaming. If I never go to hell Lord its because you scared it out of me."

Shit Is Real Pt. III

FAT JOE "Loyalty"
[Intro: Fat Joe] Slow motion baby, unh Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard [Fat Joe] Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening Why you had to take Pun, someone so young Had so much more to live for, as real as they come Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story But did they tell you how he provided for forty family members, grandmas to shorties Even my seeds ate off the big homie How could you deceive your kids like that Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track How could I jus stand there and not react And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas You know, do anything for the lime light niggas I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard [Fat Joe] Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up! I'm like 'hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs' Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs See a rapper think of a lucrative deal But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma As for me I stay being the realest Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers I keep feeding the street but the street feed back Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks But never dat, see I keep long money and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour Busting my ass to make my fans future secure Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin All of a sudden niggas talkin like 'Joey be frontin' The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems Jealousy's a muthafucka Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya When it's all said and done I follow my dreams Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin [Chorus]

Vision In The Shroud

Benediction
Crawl on our knees through the gutter From an untimely demise By remission of all sins Forsaking old and wise Violation of domain An area of conquest Which only we have one Don't stagnate within your self Transcend the Rubicon Suffering, torment, anguish, pain At life's shore slowly breaks the waves Turn of the tides, revenance of rage Blistering so were the thoughts When shackled to a wall Flagrant ways of conformation Your death sentence appalled Now plead for a worthless life Deny us for your guilt Escape within the stoney tomb Which you yourself have built Independence of a drug To satisfy the need Orgies filled with travesty To sow all mocking seeds Originality the one Who's screaming at the crime Sinister the ways of wisdom Expand or face the fire Sterile splinter of self doubt Thorn in your boney hide Counterfeit within adept Colossal is the pride Breeding cynicism Grandeur crying in your face Overture derisive laughter Hateful human race Incantation of your thoughts Upon this mortal coil Open wide the jaws of hate Serving them so loyal Reeking contradiction When you're laughing as you fail Believing in your innocence Tells a sorrowed tale Autumn fall upon a life This season at an end Darkened shadows all around And yet without a friend Realisation dawns on you It's time for you to face Hateful human race

Violation Domain

Benediction
Crawl on our knees through the gutter From an untimely demise By remission of all sins Forsaking old and wise Violation of domain An area of conquest Which only we have one Don't stagnate within your self Transcend the Rubicon Suffering, torment, anguish, pain At life's shore slowly breaks the waves Turn of the tides, revenance of rage Blistering so were the thoughts When shackled to a wall Flagrant ways of conformation Your death sentence appalled Now plead for a worthless life Deny us for your guilt Escape within the stoney tomb Which you yourself have built Independence of a drug To satisfy the need Orgies filled with travesty To sow all mocking seeds Originality the one Who's screaming at the crime Sinister the ways of wisdom Expand or face the fire Sterile splinter of self doubt Thorn in your boney hide Counterfeit within adept Colossal is the pride Breeding cynicism Grandeur crying in your face Overture derisive laughter Hateful human race Incantation of your thoughts Upon this mortal coil Open wide the jaws of hate Serving them so loyal Reeking contradiction When you're laughing as you fail Believing in your innocence Tells a sorrowed tale Autumn fall upon a life This season at an end Darkened shadows all around And yet without a friend Realisation dawns on you It's time for you to face Hateful human race

Beat Club

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Indecent Proposal"
(feat. Sebastin, Sin, Troy Mitchell) [Timbaland] BEAT CLUB! Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YES Uhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhh Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh Uhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhh One, two, three, here we go! [Troy Mitchell] Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips See hood is around my way - they talk often quick To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us [Magoo] Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases And they all gettin life We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em But I'd rather put my brain on 'em Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em Mag hit it then came on 'em 'Alias,' if you with me you ride Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux Label me 'alias' from my respects to crack this case I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face I got an ill way of showin my pain Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain I'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thang Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain [Sin] Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much Uncut, can't touch You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga [Magoo] Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound () But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill Poppin usin the pill, never did it before I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill I make a mil' (), pussy much fine in weather Fam's wipin they tongues a little Mag run for the street, or for the block Brand new cribs still dissin the pot Some bums take change see Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely Find theyself, hangin from a tree But I'm a real life gleeful 'Alias' is next, but that nigga ain't diesel () [Troy Mitchell] Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide and women don't know when to slow slide My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin I keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibe I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo' Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo' [Sin] Laid back in the same colored Escalade Run over rappers that test the brake Leave you under the jeep and test your faith Put it in reverse and, crush your face Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case Go to jail, no bail, cut your face Get it right nigga, you dealin with apes I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh [Sebastin] Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame Crackin up like, 'Damn, which one of y'all paid' A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade That's the day that the curls slide under the braid I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A

I Need You Tonight

JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A. "Conspiracy"
(Kleptomaniac) Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt now motherfuckers come test me Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels niggas can't see me like Charlie Style weak? Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys Niggas get injured fucked do' in 40 fingers Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a' niggas Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like Joe Pesci Yo, you know the tune Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta E Class Mercedes (Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!) (Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*) MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es The nicest, Jesus Christ-es Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso Bullets evacuated out windows From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin Nigga caught up in the hustle Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors Beeling boots is essence, bookin Pelle's in my drawers Armani, Gianni Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retard Lyrically I come off like ink alarms Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit TV tryin to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen) I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?) Fuck you! Soundin like that nigga from Night Court Loose my cuffs I'm outta here! MC's be fake like toupes so I transplant Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red Soundwaves disrupted, they fucked, kid Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin The best is yet to come MC's get strung like heads on drums They don't be knowin what I'm knowin Flowin like I'm flowin Makin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on Klep's place Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms Livin in a world where you do what you must If preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust?

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