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JOSH RITTER lyrics - The Beast In Its Tracks

Heart's Ease

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Gonna find me a black eared bay Gonna meet me a black haired girl Who smells of smoke and caraway I'm on my way to find my own heart's ease. The high up-country is the place where I Have always longed to wander wild and free Among the slender and the peace of mind Grow mountainsides of my own heart's ease. I've been with beauties and I've been with some That even speaking of them would be like Using the moonlight to describe the sun The fairest one is my own heart's ease. I've crossed the deserts and I crested swells The unknown country and the far-flung isles The shores of faraway and faretheewell. There's nowhere else like my own heart's ease. So, gather round me all you bright young blades And this little lesson take by me Go seek adventure gold and fame but may Each of you one day find your own heart's ease.

Take It To God

KRS-ONE "Spiritual Minded"
[KRS-One] Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan Woo Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it By the sound of the track, you know who is back It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap Rappers tired of me sayin where hip-hop is at Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at TV is wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq When the question is, is where is Chandra Levy at [Professor Ecks] Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop And admit to Condit like conduct, to kill Ecks the dread And Kris crucified the false prophet John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art Punish the part, partition Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental I walk with Kris so my body's a temple Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God [KRS-One] Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned As we takin our turn, tell me what have we earned or is the ice and the cars our only concern Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin it out And on TV can't you see you be sellin us out So in 2010, look to 2002 Who you think they gonna respect, me or you [Professor Ecks] Behold, the God, in the form of the man Walkin off water and () flesh absorbs in the sand Moor gets the land, divorcin the clan, I'm off into sand Off and I'm slayin delicate arms from porcelain hands Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game Cats take hip-hop's name in vain Disrespectin the forefathers who came (uh-huh) Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain [KRS-One] They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read what you wrote Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin these folks with they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on they throat What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote I'm an MC that won't, let them tempt me with coke [Professor Ecks] Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRS Used to love her, they () haven't made a date with death Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, Professin the student I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop () liver than heaters Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of Jesus Now the, blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth The game is overheated, overweeded, and misunderstood [KRS-One] Word, just a ride in they boat, with a platinum rope No doubt, they sellin us out, what's happenin loc Quit this rappin I won't, cause MC'n is dope If I can't do it for the love then do it I won't How many times we note when these rappers is dope Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin your hope Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind my rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap [Professor Ecks] In this land of men mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws Live life like Christ, makin bread from mics and applause The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours I might () 'em all, tell me - is it life or it's war [*singer*] Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, Goooyyyiyyiyyyiiiod, Gooyyyyiyyiyyyod My God, your God, our God.. is God, is God Change is gonna come, where you goin to run, but to God To God, run to God, run to God Run to God, and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God, in your heart Let God in your heart, he will fillt he part Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, in youuuuuuur heart Take it to God, take it to God God Take it to my God, your God, take it to God Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, take it to God Just take it to God, run and, take it God Take it to Go-awd


There are parts of me that have been lost at sea, I feel like I'm sinking into eternity. Walk with my head hung low, in calamity, with my arms outstretched, for someone to save me. I am a sinking ship, I am the anchors deep, set to the ocean floor in an eternal sleep. My heart is heavy stone, my body brittle bones, my mind an endless storm out in the cold unknown. Cause I've got to find my light again, my heart is beating fast when will this ever end? Can I find my way back home again? This road I travel on, it never seems to end. I ain't a hollow shell no more, I've left the ocean floor - I've left the ocean floor. My heart's a heavy hitter now. My lungs they're screaming out, my heart's a heavy hitter now. I am a sinking ship, I am the anchors deep, set to the ocean floor in an eternal sleep. My heart is heavy stone, my body brittle bones. My mind an endless storm in the cold unknown. 'Cause I've got to find my light again, my heart is beating fast when will this ever end? Can I find my way back home again? This road I travel on it never seems to end. And once again you came back, and you rescued me, and I promise you that, I promise that I'm out. I promise you that I'm out. My heart's a heavy hitter now. My fists are firmly clenched again and this is thanks to you my friend... 'Cause I've got to find my light again, my heart is beating fast when will this ever end? Can I find my way back home again? This road I travel on it never seems to end.

Muswell Hillbilly

Kinks "Muswell Hillbillies"
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me, I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die. They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got, They're gonna try and make me change my way of living, But they'll never make me something that I'm not. Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, but my heart lies in old West Virginia, Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen. They're putting us in little boxes, No character just uniformity, They're trying to build a computerised community, But they'll never make a zombie out of me. They'll try and make me study elocution, Because they say my accent isn't right, They can clear the slums as part of their solution, But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride. Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, Though my hills are not green, I have seen them in my dreams, Take me back to those Black Hills, That I have never seen.

West Country Girl

Nick Cave "The Boatman's Call"
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass She's got a house-big heart where we all live And plead and council and forgive Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed Her glove of bones at her wrist That I have held in my hand Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland Her Godly body and its fourteen stations That I have embraced, her palpitations Her unborn baby crying, 'Mummy' Amongst the rubble of her body Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped Her fingernails, all pink and chipped Her accent which I'm told is 'broad' That I have heard and has been poured Into my human heart and filled me With love, up to the brim, and killed me And rebuilt me back anew With something to look forward to Well, who could ask much more than that A West country girl with a big fat cat That looks into her eyes of green And meows, 'He loves you', then meows again

Black Sheep

MICK JENKINS "The Water[s]"
Young Mozart with more keys Black sheep with a gang of wolves before me They think we homies But keep hearts and shoulders colder than Loki I be no Thor, just bring 'em more of this halitosis Got everybody asking is it hot in here? I ain't no polka dot man, I ain't tryna find no spot in here I ain't no guinea pig Just know that he drop hot lines that all in my linage The process is linen the wrinkles definitive So what all the hate for? Her premise is primitive, her promise is tentative Better pay attention, so polish the penmanship I been late to mention the fact that it's free This is for all the niggas bastard as me Food for your soul, Harold's chicken Statik Selektah battered the beat Assault and battery on your mind, can't see how this world be? It won't be to long before you need a battery pack But I'm better than that A freshman on varsity nigga where yo Letterman at? Ginger ale on the rocks where yo gentleman at? Boy my pinky in the air, I just crush a lot I ain't never been a playa Niggas throwing shade they could holla at me later You might catch a fade, give a fuck about a fader And I do it for the love Praying that my people get to see the one above show me love And know that I'm speaking the truth I never had no problem being transparent Remember I was younger wishing that I had my friends parents Back when they lied to us better, I'm on this water now Funny how these other niggas thirsty but they watered down They oughta drown, watching niggas run for the boat when the rain drops How many lies can you tell yourself before the pain stops Out here harvesting the same crop, woe is me I'm out here Sewing seeds, blowing trees, writing all this poetry Every freaking night peep the Jodeci 'Till the people quoting me, or at least peep the potency And profess a nigga artistry openly Black sheep but I know you see the GOAT in me [Clark:] What do you think can be done to change, to use your term, the moral fiber of America? [Baldwin:] I think that one has got to find some way of putting the present administration of this country on the spot. One has got to force, somehow, from Washington, a moral commitment, not to the Negro people, but to the life of this country. It doesn't matter any longer, and I'm speaking for myself, for Jimmy Baldwin, and I think I'm speaking for a great many other Negroes too. It doesn't matter any longer what you do to me; you can put me in jail, you can kill me. By the time I was 17, you'd done everything that you could do to me. The problem now is: how are you going to save yourselves?

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