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Kinks lyrics - Preservation: Act 1

One Of The Survivors

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(Sung by Johnny Thunder and Chorus) See Johnny Thunder sitting on his motorbike Riding along the highway, Rock and Roll songs from the nineteen-fifties Buzzing around in his brain. Johnny Thunder he's one of the original bebop generation And he's got no time for complicated music or too much sophistication. He's one of the survivors, The motorbike riders. You ought to see Johnny Thunder riding down the highway One of the rock and roll survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain. He digs Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion and The Belmonts, And Johnny The Hurricanes. He plays Hound Dog, Oh Boy, and Great Balls of Fire And Boppin' At The High School Hop. And he's got no time for phonies or posers 'Cos they don't know how to reel and rock. and he plays Little Egypt and Ooh Poo Pah Doo, And he plays Poison Ivy and Blue Suede Shoes, The Hollywood Argyles, Danny The Juniors, Dion The Belmonts, Johnny The Hurricanes. He's one of the survivors, The boppers and the jivers, Yeah and he rocks all day. Johnny The Hurricanes, Johnny The Hurricanes. Got my freedom riding along the freeway. I ride a hundred miles an hour but I don't mess up my D.A. Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll. You can't stop rock 'n' rollin' music play. (repeat last two lines) Feel those vibrations flow in my brain. Got my freedom riding down the highway, Keeps me sane, feel alive, I'm one of the survivors. Feel all right. First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth gear, all right. Old Johnny Thunder looks a little overweight, And his sideburns are turning grey. But he still likes to bebop, boogie and jive To his worn out seventy-eights. Johnny Thunder. He's alright. He's one of the survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain, Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion The Belmonts, Johnny The Hurricanes, Johnny The Hurricanes.

Bottle Rocket

SWOLLEN MEMBERS "Balance"
(feat. Divine Styler, Everlast, Evidence) [Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions No profanic goddammit Hard like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it....classic Expressions in the facial, I'm on racial >From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern The circle Saturn twice I'm nice on ice The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar Best believe the styles will rub off like pastas On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence The influential rock rhymes in sequential format You see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's [Madchild] I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra Battle Cat to Kringa Medieval messanger, west coast avenger Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind Snappin handcuffs just from deconcentration Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patients On the weekend pass, but I still come sick Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right) Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said 'You're one piece of work' So I said 'Lend me an ear' cuz I'm the state of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang Cuz you're way off track you need realignment Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement [Everlast] I keep your backside open like the English Channel I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal You think it can't happen, kid cuz I'm rappin Ain't no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock Cuz once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the masses Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses So bang bang boogey, up jump the party Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma It's death from above, the livest dive bomber In the squadron, I break formation I get New York love like my name's King Sun I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn Steady puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated While you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie [Divine Styler] Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards I'm satan dynasty killer Reveal the cause wit the sling on down Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild Physical justice can't rush this for now Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that God don't test that, too much infinite to get at Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills And if you wit the rhyme steel Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings I went to represent shield I build three phases of death, the illsuion Is the sweat that you reflect When you feel the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell You keep on you don't stop cuz a nigga never stay still Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that You-you ain't ready for that chill

Slide And Rock On

REDMAN "Dare Iz A Darkside"
Intro: Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the holdin pen with me in central booking Welcome to the system [Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers! Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey] [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker] Verse One: Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood [Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right [Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them Chorus: Repeat 2X Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Verse Two: My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off] My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch Selling bags from uptowwwwn Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down 31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell So Redman rock well before our record sell Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous [And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us [Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose But every good thing comes to a end With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen Chorus Verse Three: Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts From my city I spread it all like Jiffy It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's I keep my car underground just like the Lords Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*

Killin' Fields

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[News Lady] Good news Hip-Hoppers The big alert has been called off It turns out that the early reports were wrong, ALL wrong Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home Sorry bout that! I guess the only thing we can do, is play you a song Yeah, do that, uh-huh uh uh, UH Yes what what what, what what what, what What what what, what what what, UH Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back) Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk (Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What) Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle Bust back, take em wit you Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us I feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my testosterone, when it's on Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at Johnny, got these n*ggaz mad at they mommy Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical [Chorus: Method] (n*gga run with it, have fun with it load your gun with it, and be done with it) Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie n*ggaz, goin thru changes [Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest Call it what you like kid, you can even call a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini Word to bad bird that f*cked nerds in bikinis Ob-serve, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard Pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard n*ggaz get what n*ggaz deserve You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo Bloody up my next promo With the blood of the next bozo, clown @ss n*ggaz be loco Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa [Chorus] Yo yo, sh*t be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal bust shots til the beef settle, forget me not City nights get a n*gga hyped, scar his life Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost! Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh The n*gga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle Bust back and take em wit you, eye for eye Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my n*ggaz need that They need gas, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that n*gga, burn biscuit and spit flame Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady b*tches that only want me for my riches, I know your steez Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees from this ravenous, emcees be yappin Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned for hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin Money to share, that's why we're here and you actin like we can't eat, like y'all eat Now we scrappin, out in the street, I know your crew's hardheaded motherf*ckers and I'm just like you [Chorus] Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie n*ggaz, goin thru changes [Method Man] I been in the ghetto all my life I swore to take that b*tch for better or for worse YouknowhatI'msayin, that's for life n*gga, y'know Til death do us part...

Good Mourning

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
Good morning, Brook-nam Another stop... on the train (wake up... wake up... wake up...) We come to a stop that everybody got to make... Whether you local or express [Talib Kweli] What's the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go They come back as tales of niggas we used to know Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out like respect and fade out like TV sets into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+ Who said, Just because no one can understand how you speak don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] Yo, the time come for everybody.. It ain't somethin you can really prepare for Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky Tah rock rock on and Jerome Green, rock rock on and Slang Ton, rock rock on and We celebrate life.. {*echoes*}

Incident On 57th Street

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Darkness On The Edge Of Town"
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms And broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite,He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they said, Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap. And the pimps swung their axes and said, Johnny, you're a cheater. Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, Johnny, you're a liar. And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice, said: Johnny don't cry. Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight. Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame, We may find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe. Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew she'd never be true but then she really didn't mind, Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home, She whispered, Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone. And Johnny cried, Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein. Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good, They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye. Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street, He called down, Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore, Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on, She says, Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight, Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window: Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight And Johnny whispered, Goodnight, it's all tight Jane, I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight now baby Or we may walk until the daylight, baby. Goodnight, it's alright Jane, I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane, We can find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until it's daylight, maybe.

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