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Kinks lyrics - Something Else by the Kinks

David Watts

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Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa I am a dull and simple lad Can not tell water from champagne And I have never met the queen And I wish I could have all that he has got I wish I could be like David Watts Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts Lead the school team to victory And take my exams and pass the lot (Wish I could be) Wish I could be like David Watts (Wish I could be) Wish I could be like David Watts (Wish I could be) Conduct my life like David Watts (Wish I could be) I wish I could be like David Watts Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish all his money belonged to me I wish I could be like David Watts Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa And all the girls in the neighborhood Try to go out with David Watts They try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed Wish I could be like Wish I could be like Wish I could be like Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa (repeat)

Jang A Lang

ST. LUNATICS "Free City"
(feat. Trina) [(Chorus - Nelly) 2x] If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang [Trina] Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why 'Cause I'm offendin 'em Rocks nothin but Cavada shit, I'm the baddest The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed One name like the highest breed, papi cap├ęche One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin me Be a mistress to none, but all good to some Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real deal Hold still, let this lady let loose Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece [Chorus] [Murphy Lee] Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey Old school Jordans, head band that says 'Murphy' Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve off On my way to drop a few G's off Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies Young Dude be floatin the city like cab drivers Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iverson I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huh We almost had to buy up the town It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me [Chorus] [Keyjuan] Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time 'No more herb', no such line, 'uh oh' is my punch line I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause (Ay, where yo' Range at) It's outside you wanna clean it (Ay, where yo' name at) It's in The Source, you ain't seen it (Ay, where yo' chains at) You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it [Chorus]

The Underworld

Evil Dead
(Music: J. Garcia, M. Sanchez Lyrics: J. Garcia) Cruising the night, trafficing the day Bringing disease, under your skin Drug lord-pushers, pimps at work Deliver the goods, Hand over the smokes Pump up my adrenaline I need my high Fill your head up With alibies... Cocaine addicts, they can't cope Speed freaks all hooked on dope Needle spreads venomous plagues Neighborhood pride In the underworld...the underworld. Social decay, life's slowly fading Autopsy shows a drug overdose Raw deal set ups, Drug cartel controls Don't burn bridges That you may cross. An eye for an eye The law of the land Neighborhood pride In the underworld...the underworld. This town's full of greed, Deception it breeds Blood running through the gutters, Crime's a way of life, Some don't know better Somehow they must find a fix, Another robbery, assault and battery How many more deaths tonight? Fear on the streets, Dealing with creeps Violent solutions to every matter. Authority claims war on drugs F.B.I., senators, crooked cops Corruption the power Of money controls Dollar signs branded into the skull. Lead: DF A deal going down somebody got shot Boys in the 'Hood can't be bought Uzi in hand flashing gang signs Drive by shootings bullets Spray in the night. Lead: JG Watch what you say... ..Careful who you betray ..Bond is the the underworld. The underworld...the underworld...

Last Rap I'll Ever Write

ANDRE NICKATINA "Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2"
On the night of the last rap that I write MC's all over will bless the mic Point two double glocks in the air Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair Real rap take to be made of gold Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool All dope deals will even go smooth On the night of the last rap that I write The Devil and God gon' have a fight Check it, head to head Tiga, toe to toe Try'na figure out where I'ma go All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed Butterflies will turn back to centipedes From pennies, yeah tiga To a gang of g's And all my homies go from oz's to ki's On the night of the last rap that I write Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight Knock the little trick out with a left and a right Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight On the night of my last rap Africa's gon' be run by blacks And no where 'round will there be crack Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back And all my tigas gon' bust they guns And no where 'round where the police come And check this out I'ma kick it with Khan Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god Won't be one killin' in the projects Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X You will finally get respect Dis I know, I never guessed On the night of the last rap that I write I'll be married with a wife She'll be the special love of my life But check this out muthafucka, not tonight Life, of a desperado Kick it like soccer, that's my motto Like a bullet in your gun My heart stay hollow Somethin' to like but not to follow Yo

In The Name Of The Father

ANATHEMA "An Iliad Of Woes"
[Dream:] In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown a vision is carved by the almighty hand The agony of a thousand souls supressed by life itself released unto the lord by his command. My hands are covered with the blood, the blood of his salvation. His spirit will live eternally Take his life, by your command. A sacrifice, by your command. As I rise from my troubled sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep wondering if he has chosen me to do his work, I speak no blasphemy Do I confess? I am terrified, I cannot run, there is no place to hide I search for help, but there's nobody there for my dream is now a recurring ...Nightmare Brother of the holy order, I seek your help Understand my plight, help me fight this curse that bestows me My son you must not fight, for this is no cure but a mission you should undertake to free a soul from the grasp of ...Satan So that night I did dream of mysteries untold In the presence of the heavens was I I could see for myself all the evils of the world in all their morbid glory Men took part in rites to praise the black messiah the beast they call "The Evil One" As voices in my head did tell me of my task To release the soul of my only son [Spirit voices:] Take his life, by your command. A sacrifice, by your command. Fill the chalice, cleanse the soul Save him now, in the chapel of salvation [repeat] [Possession:] Insanity dwells in the mind of a man who will take the life of his only son Screaming and pounding inside his head as voices whisper... It must be done


JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils... We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is the (beat) In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils... My flesh, no nigga could test My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie You don't know me, but the whole world owe me Strip! Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquors invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...

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