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Kirsty MacColl lyrics - Kite

Fifteen Minutes

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(Kirsty MacColl) Seven times in seven days I've sat and wished my life away I know the greyness comes and goes But the sun don't shine And the snow don't snow There's Suzy-Ann with her tits and curls Where mediocrity excels For those vicious boys and their boring girls You know it makes me sick but it's a bozo's world Then there's always the cash Selling yourself for some trash Smiling at people that you cannot stand You're in demand Your fifteen minutes start now City banker looks are in The heartless heart, the chinless chin And you'd spill your beans for just a pint of gin How you got so holy And became so thin In Sunday papers every week The silly words you love to speak The tacky photos and the phoney smiles Well it's a bozo's world And you're a bozo's child Then there's always the cash Selling yourself for some trash Smiling at people that you cannot stand You're in demand Your fifteen minutes start now Then there's always the fame! Autographs now and again People who saw you on Blankety Blank Or in the bank Your fifteen minutes start now

The Thing About Things

I’ve loaned a lot of things to a lot of friends Like records and dresses and books And a lot of the time I never see them again And in a weird way I think that that works Because the thing about things is they start turn evil When you start to forget what they’re for And so if you’re not sure what you did with my sweater I’ll just have to love you a little bit more I had a ring it belonged to my grandfather He was a mason and gay And he was distant and bitter for all of my childhood We never had much to say He wasn’t the type to give tokens of affection So I stole ring when he died And then twenty years on when I lost it at a bar I thought that’s fine I don't want him in my life Because the thing about things is that they can start meaning things Nobody actually said And if he couldn’t make something mean something for me I had to make up what it meant I can carry everything I need in one collapsing suitcase I can carry everyone I love in one phone application Built to maximize the facetime of the friends I’m bent on making Actually I want to be alone To mourn the loss Of what it cost I think it’s a poem and I think it keeps going And I’ve borrowed and loaned lots of things And 3 nights ago in the bar where I lost it the bartender gave me the ring I lie in bed With my phone in my hand Thinking what can I fix with which app And I call my grandfather And he doesn’t answer And I have to make peace with that fact Because the thing about things Is that they can start meaning things nobody actually said And if you’re not allowed to love people alive Then you learn how to love people dead The thing about things is that they can start meaning things nobody actually said And if you’re not allowed To love people alive Then you learn how to love people dead


Tha Alkaholiks "Coast II Coast"
(sample - Back in the days I knew rap would never die - KRS One) Verse One: J-Ro The year is 2004, people talk about war I had to hit the floor when the bombs began to pour Ten minutes ago I was mad cause my stomach was grumbling Now the whole world is crumbling I hear people scream across the street gettin crushed This went on for twenty minutes then the whole world hushed I couldn't see shit but I could feel myself breathin Damn I'm still kickin but I'm just not believin I give thanks to God then I'm off on my mission Ain't no stars in the sky so it ain't no wishin I wonder, I wonder, I just can't under-stand Why, am I the last man Verse Two: These crazy thoughts in my head won't stop Where's my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop I'm pickin up things that could be of use to me Too build a makeshift crib where Hollywood used to be And it ain't no forties, it ain't no blunts I ain't had no ass in five years and eight months Five more years pass, and I still survive And I'm through with wonderin who's still alive Until one day I'm just walkin along And I hear this kid singin a hip-hop song He said, That's the way it is, and it's like that I said, Yo kid c'mere, where you learn that song at He said, My daddy taught me about the hip-hop game I'm eight years old and Rakim is my name He said, Yo I'll take you to him, come follow me; but first you gotta prove that you can MC So I cleared my throat got in a b-boy stance and I ran through a rhyme that made him piss in his pants With tears in his eyes, he grabbed me by the hand And then we ran, ten miles across the sand He took me to the spot, dig deep underground Where I can hear the sound of the big bass pound I wasn't really sure, but I swore we smelled blunt smoke No joke loc, well can I get a toke He took me to his pops and he handed me a spliff And out behind the wall came Tash and E-Swift They took me to a freestle session it was on I knew hip-hop would never be gone FIve hundred hip-hop deep Yo we cool in 2014, Alkaholiks still rulin Ooutro: It's gonna live forever This goes out to the P-Town, LBNT KnowhatI'msayin Check it out Hip-hop don't stop Alkaholiks Check it out

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JUVENILE "Project English"
(feat. Hot Boys) [B.G.] You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh We drop classics nigga, uh-huh Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter what, the, situation be I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green UPT 13 and CMB is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga (4, minutes, left!) [Juvenile] Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz They stuck in line, but right after it's all over The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street You representin It better be M-A-G Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge (3, minutes, left!) [Lil Wayne] Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me Need them, birdies You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell What is that I smell No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what (2, minutes, left!) [Turk] Look.. look, look Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad() You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you People don't have no money they can't bury you Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin yourself cousin Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin (I hope you got the message!)

Ordinary People

Ahmad "Ahmad"
Ordinary people [ VERSE 1 ] Oops, I guess I should stop singin and start bringin the funk The niggeroe sings a rap and have you clappin I gets busy, cause I never fall, I excel Never takin no shorts, so here's my tall tale Once upon the clock It was hard growing up with no pops But moms did the supernatural, very Extra-ordinary Person that she is She finished college, three kids at home cryin But never got fed up, and kept her head up 'I shoot for the sky' is what she said, it Got embedded In my skull That's how I got soul To reach ya through your speaker My mother alone helped me to be me So that's my role model, not an idiot on tv Used to do it like this And like that, and like this But since she never let me join a gang I couldn't g thang So for all her prayers at night under the church steeple I give thanks to my mother, one of those very extra-ordinary people [ VERSE 2 ] Now dig it, 2-(4)-6-8 I guess that I appreciate And consider that niggas who work hard is the superstars (Ordinary) people with families, that have kids Should be put on a pedestal, not average Treatment for our mother and fathers, and if you ask me I'll say: you put your family first, before an athlete But everybody wanna be somebody special, who Can grab a microphone, or put a ball through a hoop And it's okay to like Mike Even I would, if I drank Gatorade But I'm too busy funkin your trunk with all this 808 To worry about that, I'm worried bout this If you agree, then pump your fist If you're proud (Say it loud!) To show you're pissed Off at the news and media, because they swear That all black people are menaces and holler and cheer But since there's so many others that want justice, I know we will Start respectin others as brothers and come together, all of the... Ordinary people [ VERSE 3 ] Ordinary people make the world turn I learned that if you work hard in life Then it counts the way the balls bounce I wrote this to give a message, I'll be glad if it Switches your goal from bein a gangsta to a graduate And if you listened close to what I said, you learned a lesson, and Heard that all the average Jones' are no greater, or no lesser than Stars, cause all we all are is equal So shut off your tv set, and show respect to some of the... Ordinary people

Dope Man

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
(feat. Serena Altschul) [*sound of a camera taking a picture*] [Jay] Millenium flow [MTV] Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse [Jay] This is {bullshit} y'all [MTV] in New York City for the first day in the trial of [Jay] I'm gone [*car speeds off*] [MTV] the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z [Jay] Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh [MTV] Whatever the verdict in this trial may be the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide [Jay-Z] Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice or witness to me killin the track Testify 'til me spillin the smack Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack [Hook:] They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin the bench with intent to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin cut I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: 'Reasonable Doubt' They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out [MTV] You can feel the tension building here as an unprecedented number of people have turned out for what may be the 'Trial of the Century' [Hook] [Jay-Z] How come, you label your brand of dope 'Volume 1' and spread it through the slums Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around and release a lethal dosage called 'Volume 2' And is true you operate the criminal enterprise known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise And do you deny you're responsible for the demise of record execs, and do you object Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc. That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link [MTV] The State is seeking the maximum penalty and with the overwhelming amount of evidence the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good [Hook] [MTV] Despite the grim outlook at this point the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant in the face of adversity [Hook] [MTV] Jay-Z is taking the stand [Jay-Z] Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time [MTV] While the jury is inside deliberating outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation [Hook] [MTV] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY! It is complete pandemonium out here! [Hook; Serena keeps speaking] People are cheering and hugging - there he is Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him [*pop bulbs flashing*] and people are just rushing up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! [*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*]

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