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KADEBOSTANY lyrics - Pop Collection

Walking With A Ghost

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I'm just walking with a ghost And he's walking by my side My soul is dancing on my cheek I don't know where the exit is Every day is still the same And I don't know what to do I'm carrying my tears in a plastic bag And it's the only thing I got from you I have short hair And I'm faced with a few complications So, so if you care Try to analyse the situation You know, man As the leaves fall on the ground My soul is goin' Round and round and round So please, do it well Just break the spell Why don't you do it right? I don't want another fight I'm not creatin' My flow with my ego I'm taking off my hood And I'm entering deeply in the wood You know, man Bugs are my only food And it puts me in a strange mood I ain't giving you my heart On a silver plate Why couldn't we be just mates? Oh no, never come back to me Oh no, never come back to me I wish I could be a child, write me another dance, another chance, another romance We could just be friends I wish I could be a child, write me another dance, another chance, another romance It could be the end

At The Dance

COREY HART
You know the kind of girl spreads mystique She'll plant a kiss upon your cheek - whoa She's the one the rich boys like She guards a slingshot from their sight Now you may call it lack of competence Here's my story and my defense I watched her slowly and I watched her fast I've got to make the moment last At the dance, (o-o) You take a chance, o yeah At the dance (o-o) A romance, o yeah So there were seated face to face The cat and mouse without the chase yeah And she lifts her smile at me I stabbed her with stupidity So I took out a paper and wrote down my name And she whispered it's all the same And so I'm standing here looking dumb but Ah she took to me, did that girl succumb At the dance, (o-o) You take a chance, o yeah At the dance (o-o) A romance, o yeah Went home that night and I climbed the walls, yeah Left my number for her call O - but I tell you that they're all the same Love you the first night - forget your name O - what a shame At the dance, (o-o) You take a chance, o yeah Tell you at the dance (o-o) A romance succumb stabs you At the dance (o-o, o no) You take a chance, o yeah Tell you at the dance, (o-o) Give me at the dance O - I live at the dance That girl is driving me hell now Now everywhere At the dance, o-o, o no) You take a chance I tried at the dance I tried my waltz, (o-o) I tried; I tried my waltz At the dance (o-o) Yeah.

I Ain't No Joke

Eric B. Rakim "Paid In Full"
It's been a long time I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon As you hear it pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Ditects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul You got it (4x) I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) Rakim will begin when you make the mix I'll experiment like a scientist You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list 'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold You want it next? then you gotta have soul 'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore Take the mic, make the people respond for The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be If you wanna get on after me Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme Forget it and don't waste your time 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done This style is identical to none Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me I drip steam like a microphone fiend Eager to MC is my theme I get hype when I hear a drum roll Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (5x) I got soul (you got it) that's why I came To teach those who can't say my name First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller Rakim gets stronger as I get older Constant elevation causes expansion I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion Then put it on tape and in the city I test it Then on the radio the R's requested You listen to it, the concept might break you 'Cause almost anyone can relate to... Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (4x) Now I'm a stop to see what you got Get off the mic before I get too hot I want to see which posse can dance the best It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound, The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound, Even other states come right and exact, It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Since you came here, you have to show and prove And do that dance until it don't move 'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release, The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace You got it (10x)

I Know You Got Soul

Eric B. Rakim "Paid In Full"
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Ditects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul You got it (4x) I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) Rakim will begin when you make the mix I'll experiment like a scientist You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list 'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold You want it next? then you gotta have soul 'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore Take the mic, make the people respond for The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be If you wanna get on after me Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme Forget it and don't waste your time 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done This style is identical to none Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me I drip steam like a microphone fiend Eager to MC is my theme I get hype when I hear a drum roll Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (5x) I got soul (you got it) that's why I came To teach those who can't say my name First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller Rakim gets stronger as I get older Constant elevation causes expansion I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion Then put it on tape and in the city I test it Then on the radio the R's requested You listen to it, the concept might break you 'Cause almost anyone can relate to... Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (4x) Now I'm a stop to see what you got Get off the mic before I get too hot I want to see which posse can dance the best It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound, The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound, Even other states come right and exact, It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Since you came here, you have to show and prove And do that dance until it don't move 'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release, The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace You got it (10x)

Food For Thought

JOELL ORTIZ
[Intro: Joell] Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD She's just lookin alright nowadays It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"} [Joell Ortiz:] Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night I see that it was your love that inspired me to write I remember that day in the summer of 9-2 Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met A little shorty then but I was confident to death They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer So next day I went outside and told the guys What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised My age was so young yet my words so mature One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door" [Interlude: Joell] Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2 E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her" I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin? Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met Like damn, check it [Joell Ortiz:] After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind My story, they figued you like what I had to say I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed By writers across the globe that was on they own grind So what was I supposed to do? (what?) For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to [Interlude: Joell] So y'all followin me, right? I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly As she used to back in the days either So I ain't alone in this vote, but um I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man I'm a try to rescue her, man Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen) [Joell Ortiz:] I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!) Then there's a couple people like I That let you know exactly who they are, why not? But not a soul's met you face-to-face So with every word they write is where they place the faith (Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit? [Outro: Joell] YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah) Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know Food for thought nigga, haha I'm nice! [laughs] Yo man I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air Rrrrah!

Forged In Fire

Benediction
Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb. Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke. Aborted form's placenta shroud, writhe in untold fear. Suffer not this child to live, awash in bitter tears. Eternally they're cast in a sea of feculence. Sound the flatline knell, bloodied noose, a cold embrace. Salted out of life's chance, lost souls disarrayed. What never was, can never be, grotesques we betrayed. Mortal remains. Now just burning embers. It cuts both ways, for all those dismembered. Carbonized by fire, burning flames of hate. Guilty in a blinkered court, destruction, child's play. Beaten derewcts on the brink of death, there's no requiem. Nothingness is what remains, no chance to live again.

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