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JOEL FAVIERE lyrics

Bandslutz

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This is not towards anybody specific It's just a song about bandsluts And all that jizz I mean all that jazz Showing up in ya blacked out tights Blacked out eyes, actin' not so nice Wishing for a dick and Jack on ice Jacked off twice just to last all night Money spent, fishnet addict Social climber, fuck dramatics After them like "Let me have it," Leave your friends, ya fuckin' plastic We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song To call you out and sort this out They know whatcha all about, all about It's an endless game We know that you use your brain somehow Ohmygod let me get a picture That's it, walkin' to the buses in the back, bitch Because we know it's habit Tag that singer in the motha fuckin' status Tell the whole world that it didn't happen You look around, now your friends are gone Call their phones but they don't pick up Crying on the curb, sorry little bandslut But the band's gotta leave You know, that sucks We know you suck Ohmygod he better not leave my side He told me I was the only one that night He was not like the other guys We only fucked in the first 5 Yeah, we only fucked in the first 5 Minutes We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song Just to call you out They know whatcha all about It's an endless game Of cock and mouth, cock and mouth We know you use your brain somehow, yeah Money spent, fish net addict Social climber, fuck dramatics After them like "Let me have it," Leave your friends 'Cause ya mothafuckin' plastic 'Cause you're motherfucking plastic I did this shit in 1 take The whole world knows you're fake Just go hide your face, yeah We know whatcha all about Whatcha all about So I wrote this song just to call you out They know whatcha all about Whatcha all about It's an endless game of cock and mouth We know you use your brain somehow Yeah

In My Business

MC LYTE "Seven Seven"
[Intro] Hehah yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...come on [Chorus] I can't make a mistake Missing the dancefloor shake I gotta get to the floor I gotta get to the floor (2x) [MC Lyte] Romancing in the dark I spark the light It's allright tonight I gotta get the mic As I smoke the crowd I spike red eye Crippin' them Heinekens they don't know where they been Baby got backseat rollin' like Tandy But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G I mean no harm, but that lucky jog You need to ditch it quik, get with the Brooklyn bomb I be, we be, pumpin' the spot G Wherever we be, we hit directly It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Come here, let's rap 'n taste a little Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender ?? Celphone, all chrome, ???, come home we double chrome But I can't make a mistake, hmmm Leave the dancefloor now (uhn uhn, no no) I'm on this somethin', he bubble in the sugar baby Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't need baby When I step into ya Miss Rock-y (?) frame I change the game, it'll never look the same Upstructed, abstracted, my tactic, fantastic It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21 Knowing damn well, he too could get done But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix Once I slide up in the mix Suggin' it baby, from right to left Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left It's no mistery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin' No what you comin' home with me? I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction The way you comin' at me with the action You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet Whatever crap you got, you betta show it It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus]

The Analog Kid

RUSH "Different Stages"
A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart Chorus You move me You move me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me You move me Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Chorus Too many hands on my time Too many feelings Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind...

Third World

DJ Muggs "Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter 1"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. One two. One two. Ayo, Wu-Tangs invincible. But understand the principle. My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs. Breaker-breaker one two. Breaker-breaker one two. You're breakin' up. Peace. Verse One: Genius Beams shatter light from the Wu-mansion Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC And the fool that fell far was the Righteous It was Cypress, let the media hype this Promotion niggas snipe this Push it like tray bags of 72 Kept niggas in suede rags Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well? Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin' Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin' My sword indeed make more niggas bleed So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed I lost ya, wit that offer Nigga that'll cost ya Feel the strings of torture Bust him in the ?half gallon? Whats that shit he drinkin'? They got him thinkin' That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin' I told him Come back when you're sober. Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200 Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate Visual niggas paint portraits Verse Two: RZA Check the mic lines for wire-taps ...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed... Fire back, all hands on deck Cadet, Vets, insert cassette Tracks snap heads like berettes Catch web sites like Internet ...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East... Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see Sound the alarm Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply Send 'em back like George McFly I be holdin' this Travel ground like a motorist Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless Like Ghost is Face-less Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these Underwater flow strikes like torpedos You'll get plugged more than Del Rio Played short like De Vito Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito Sword cut sharper than concorde needles Call my second private ...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress... I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus? To infiltrate the Western States Its time to pump out more rap tapes And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate RZA over and out.....

Puppet Master

DJ Muggs "Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter 1"
[Featuring Genius And RZA] Yeah yeah yeah. One two. One two. Ayo Wu Tangs invincible. But understand the principle. My man Muggs droppin' phat tracks like drugs. Breaker breaker one two. Breaker breaker one two. You're breakin' up. Peace. Verse One: Genius ?VE? shatter light from the Wu mansion Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC And the fool that fell far was the Righteous It was Cypress, let the media hype this Promotion niggas snipe this Push it like tray bags of 72 Kept niggas in suede rags Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well? Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin' Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin' My sword indeed make more niggas bleed So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed I lost ya, wit that offer Nigga that'll cost ya Feel the strings of torture Bust him in the ?half gallon? Whats that shit he drinkin'? They got him thinkin' That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin' I told him Come back when you're sober. Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200 Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate Visual niggas paint portraits Verse Two: RZA Check the mic lines for wire-taps ...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed... Fire back, all hands on deck Cadet, Vets, insert cassette Tracks snap heads like berettes Catch web sites like Internet ...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East... Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see Sound the alarm Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply Send 'em back like George McFly I be holdin' this Travel ground like a motorist Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless Like Ghost is Face-less Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these Underwater flow strikes like torpedos You'll get plugged more than Del Rio Played short like De Vito Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito Sword cut sharper than concorde needles Call my second private ...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress... I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus? To infiltrate the Western States Its time to pump out more rap tapes And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate RZA over and out.....

Say Hey There

ATMOSPHERE "Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP"
[Verse 1] What ya gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass? Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked a#$? She still makes time to hate me But basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy Complacency seems so simple Like f#*k it, let me be the one you fight and call mister right It's an addiction bound to stick around Cause a junky won't bounce till he hits the ground These drugs ain't as good as we wish they were This buzz doesn't keep us from missin her And that love that built all of this emphasis Spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus It's easier to leave it there Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor Outa here, maybe next year I'll reappear [Chorus] I say hey there, we don't play fair You can't stay here, I hope you take care [4X] [Verse 2] Sometimes you make me feel like such a p%^@k That even I'm convinced that I'm the one that's sick You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrist Or you can choke on that blood from the tongue you've bit And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back I've got a fucking fan base that can attest to that I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card Cause I want no motherfuckin part of it We're just two dogs on all fours It's a tug of war for who loves you more Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors Or maybe it's cause my voice was louder than yours And I'll be damned if I do this for forever Everybody lookin at me like I don't know better Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her Cause I've always been a go-getter [Chorus] [Verse 3] And now I got a head full of better off dead I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed If I had a breath of self-respect left I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch wreck Let these ashes represent the mattress Director left the set but nobody told the actress So she's still actin as if we scheduled a practice And my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics You remind me of me, it's not a compliment, get your song on Who you trying to be? I've got no tolerance left for drama You would like to go free, jump off the fence, let your claws out You remind me of me, run from all of them till they all gone Then here we go again with my threats to leave Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe That I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free Well I'ma open up that map and see the nation Call it vocation, call it a vacation You can find me at the airport waiting Or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back Get my last pay check, smash and make steps Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tape deck [Chorus X2]

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