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KANSAS lyrics - Audio-Visions

Got To Rock On

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(Steve Walsh) It's no funny hanging around winter seems so numbing Getting fat where I sit down do you suppose it's old age coming I get this feeling I'm no good for nothing life has led me wrong Once in a while it makes it all worthwhile if I can sing this song Got to rock on I can't be this way I'm hanging around but wait till music's in season That's when I'm high that is how I play and I do it the best that's all I need for a reason Can't think straight can't think at all staring out the window Hear the band I hear them call everything will disappear and I get the feeling I can conquer anything gets in my way Don't need no doctor 'caus I know exactly what I need today I Got to rock on I can't be this way I'm hanging around but wait till music's in season That's when I'm high that is how I play and I do it the best that's all I need for a reason The sun beats down upon me and it looks as tough that spring Has waited long enough to get here she knows that I must Sing about her future oh sing about her past I love to play my music And I try to make it last but sometimes summer comes too fast I got to rock on I can't be this way (cont.)

Focus

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[Intro] Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!) I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!) Dub B. with the banger, Webb, Nitty, Dolla (WOO!!!) Shouts is stupid let that bass knock [Verse 1] Still on your block with it (WOO!!!) Street ball and the black top with it Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!) Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!) Like, no team could beat us We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers Raid, man we gettin it harder All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it Jump off that nigga Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck Breathe, and then hide your bait Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!! [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 2] Pause, man I tell 'em whatever Say I got a little X they think I know the director Ma, that's just how the game go Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow Trick, I know how a groupie do Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!) Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later No! I won't see ya tomorrow how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!) No, funds comin over tonight She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs [Chorus] If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!) If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now [Verse 3] Crates, I keep the pump out Park the V jump out when I need to dump out Cain, y'all don't know a thing Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!) Clubs, if y'all don't yet I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!) Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now (Friday) Fridays I might stay home Might run up in a lounge or I might play on (Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood (Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!) Wait, y'all know that's right Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!) I'm good with somebody's bill Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!) Let's, go, sing the track now pause Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!) [Outro] Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!) Devin, on top, (WOO!!!)

Jazz (We Got The...)

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Anthology"
Intro/Chorus We got the jazz [X4] Verse One: Q-Tip Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist A brand new twist with the homie-alistic So low-key that ya probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd When the guy takes the beat, they bowed So raise up squire, address your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer Chorus Verse Two: Phife Dawg Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' me come straightway Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' come straightway Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again All through the years my mike has been my best friend I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it? Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes Me sweat another? I do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear Stop look and listen, but please don't stare So jet to the store, and buy the LP On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged by the four-man crew And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa Cuz where I come from quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you Verse Three: Q-Tip Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut Back and forth just like a Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask What? What? What? - now check it out All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop That includes the Bronx a' Harlem ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop I say because Ladies First ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop To my man Large Professor ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop Everybody in the place ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the sure shot It's the Zulu nation

A Little Jazz

JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT "Love Songs"
A little jazz is just a bit of this and that Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove And when it's groovin', how the groove makes you move Jazz music sprouted rock and roll It was the very first music that we call soul Jazz is hot, it's cool, it's good, it's bad And it can change your mood to happy from sad Jazz is hip, it's groovy, it's fresh, it's jive And when you play it, it makes your soul come alive You know it's the up beat rhythm that makes it bop And once you get it started, well, it sure is hard to stop No other music can compare When the bass starts walkin' it fills the air You know that the sass of brass has made it last And it's the groove of blues from present to past Hey, what about some of those great legends of jazz? Yea, like Jazz Royalty! Oh, you mean Duke Ellington and Count Basse. What about the great horn players? Louis Armstrong, yea and Miles and Dizzy too! Don't forget Snookie. What about Yarnburn.. What, don't you mean Charlie Parker Yea this cool named Freddy Hubert . . . . A little jazz is just a little bit of this and that Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove And when it's grovin', how the groove makes you move

D.u.b.

UB40 "Geffery Morgan..."
When me reach me yard me got one thing on me mind, To hold me little woman and fe make her feel irie. Be play album, dub plate, and forty-five For dat's the kind of riddim that keeps me alive. Me turn on fe me radio some a chat 'bout dat But I know more than D.J. so I nah play you dat. [Chorus:] Me tek a 'D' and a 'U' an' a 'B' - not 'E' That thing there is special to me. Me listen in the morning, also in the night For dat form of music is out-a-sight. The newest form of music is easy to see It start with a 'D' and end with a 'B' Dub in a de morning and dub in a de night Mek the whole neighbourhood feel alright, feel alright When me reach me yard me got one thing on me mind, To hold me little woman and fe mek her feel irie. When me reach me yard me got one thing on me mind, To hold me little woman and fe mek her feel irie. [Chorus] Rock in a de dance, me seh fe give dub a chance, Rock in de blues, you know you jus' can't lose. A dub me a defend, on dub i can depend Check out dis yah music and run tell yo' friend. We don't want rock 'n' roll and we got enough soul, We don't want rock 'n' roll and we got enough soul. Bass is beutiful if it's clean, But dis yah dub music, man it well mean. No bother follow friend and ignore dub again. It's simple, but effective, can't you see? A lot of people catch on in 'eighty-three. Now is 'eighty-four and you must know the score, Anything me chat, you know the people bawl 'more.' Me jump 'pon de graphics, don't get vex' All me have a total concept to make you feel Irie. To make you feel Irie.

Class Reunion (That Used To Be Us)

LONESTAR "Let's Be Us Again"
(Richie McDonald/Frank Myers/Don Pfrimmer) Well, I roll into town With the ragtop down I was looking for the homecoming queen That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read Welcome back Class of '83 There were football guys twice their size Cheerleaders hiding the grey in their hair The names were the same but the faces had changed I didn't recognize anyone there. That used to be us, we used to be cool With the music cranked up, hanging out after school That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe Tell me where in the world did we all go? That used to be us. Oh, that used to be us. I had a drink with some buds Played a lot of catch up Danced with my date from the prom But as hard as I tried until I closed my eyes Everybody I knew was gone There was Mr. Finch, he taught English and French He was dancing with a couple of canes And that homecoming queen, Yeah the girl of my dreams She didn't even remember my name. That used to be us, we used to be cool With the music cranked up, hanging out after school That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe Tell me where in the world did we all go? That used to be us. As I stand here and look around I can't help but wonder Who will we be ten years from now? That used to be us, we used to be cool With the music cranked up, hanging out after school That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe Tell me where in the world did we all go? That used to be us. Oh, that used to be us. That used to be us. That used to be us...

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