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MEAT LOAF lyrics - Hits Out of Hell

Razor's Edge

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Never callin', unanswered letters How you been, feelin' better? Never lookin', but you're hearin' Never speakin', but you're feeling All the silence, and its wounding You're not healing, just conceding Play the game, play the game Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge All the rules don't mean a thing They're wasting time, the mem'ries sting Keep your image, plant that smile Answer questions, don't let on Make up stories all put on, that's your life Your life is gone (Play the game) Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge You see you're losing yet you still try The game just a 'watches your life go by You're playin' WHY?! Oh, play the game [instrumental break] You see you're losing yet you still try The game just a 'watches your life go by You're playin' well Oh, you're playing the game Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs red Don't roll over, don't play dead We're all livin' on the razor's edge Oh, brother to brother All the blood runs ruby red We're all victims of the razor's edge

The Game

Ice Station Zero "For President"
Who do you know - knowing who to trust Walking the walk - putting up with the fuss Seeing through lies - learning the game Connecting the people - to carry the name Constantly waiting - never know what to expect Avoid allowing - your ride to wreck It's all a game anyway you say it It's all a game anyway you play it It's all a game It's how to convince - control an audience What's cool - and what they should do 'Cause it's a simple language - for those simple minds Repetition is crucial - and universal appeal It's reaching a wide - vast amount of people Learning what works - having tricks are a plus Too much soul to please Determined like a disease, as we seize The license to achieve, that's where we are climbing, Always nickel diming, just trying, soon we'll be flying to a beat.... of a different song. ICE STATION ZERO'S what's going on. Questions, we got all the answers, get in your veins like a cancer. Run with this, but feeling overwhelmed, well, court's dismissed. It's all a game This game is brutal - the reward is sweet Always watch your back - so they don't chop off your feet Have your inner circle - woven be strong 'Cause one moment you're a hit - the next you're gone Would you care to play - you know the rules Checkmates on your pawn - out the door with the fools

The Game

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
All right, everybody shut up I said shut up! Now are you ready to play the game NO! Are you ready to play the game YEAH! The Game Playing to survive Aiming to win anyway they can Yo, yo Pass the ball, final casting call First of all, verbal basketball Off the glass, smash your jaw Too fast for y'all You might take a nasty fall Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger (Foul Ball) All breath, no physical contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat Word for y'all to earn my reject Get it out of here, attack from the rear Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition Cause my position is to shut you down As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way Dominating like Doc J. Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane Three hundred and sixty behind my back I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control Stoppin this obstacle, impossible I was the number one project in the city Prospect, now thats something that you can believe So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss Prime time the offense, switch Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball Yo ref, where's the tech Man, make the call The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine Last man tried just died inside the paint line I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex I'm on the foul line with a few verses left When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex I put my foot in the pavement With the brothers I'm raised with Play with and break dance back in the days with And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists Get up in the game, in your face like swish Crash the boards with metaphors In the air like a concord Aiyyo what you out for Yo I'm out for the whole score 22 flat seconds for me to win I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref [Clip from Laker game] My squad's supreme So I don't need Clyde or the dream Next time you play the game boy pick a better team Your choice is short when you on a concrete court But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts The rap band with the man when my words play sports Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21 It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter And it's the high draft pick, flashin it Still can penetrate and slightly overweight But whatever it takes my shot can elevate No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game

What's Going On

Jungle Brothers "Straight Out The Jungle"
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it's time to chill You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you Because your so-called friend rattled on you You're in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen, but what does it mean? You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye) What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on the street tryin' to play the game Formally an in-mate straight from upstate Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and he's got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my favourite subject I used to flip through the pages and get upset Seein' little of black and too much of the other (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother Read this, read that, answer question 3 But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots She said, Don't play with guns and play with knives And most of all, don't play with other people's wives When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind 'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine Put your head up high and your feet on the ground You don't have to be like everybody else to be down Stay in school G: Don't be no fool A: Don't lose your temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends A: The other day my father said, Son, God bless your soul Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold I said, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean? He said, G: You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard So each and every day I pray to God I say, Now I lay me down to sleep G: I give the Lord my soul to keep A: If I should die before I wake G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another morn G: I'd like to know what's goin' on Chorus 2: What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Beat The System

ALYSON STONER "Beat The System"
If peace won't come then let it be here when I'm gone Hold me like a child and sell me like a diamond for ransom Well, that isn't fair, you get to play the lottery with second chances So, whether you win today, the rest of us lost every game Okay, if those are your rules, I'll beat the system I'm not afraid to play the game and I won't let things remain the same Chained or captive, I'll be there, split the difference You're no longer here, I'm bound just by the power of you, the rest ado Well, that isn't fair, you get to play the lottery with second chances So, whether you win today, the rest of us lost every game Okay, if those are your rules, I'll beat the system I'm not afraid to play the game, I'll beat the system And I wont' let things remain the same The power of the struggle, the push and the pull I was already on top but missed the control Women think it's superior but listen Was played like a part in a selfish ambition Now the power of the struggle, the push and the pull Is inconvenient and even comfortable But I'm not staying in this place no more In this way no more and I'll say no more How long did you think you could silence me? Well, that isn't fair, you get to play the lottery with second chances So, whether you win today, the rest of us lost every game Okay, if those are your rules Well, that isn't fair, you get to play the lottery with second chances So, whether you win today, the rest of us lost every game Okay, if those are your rules, I'll beat the system I'm not afraid to play the game, I'll beat the system And I won't let things remain the same, I'll beat the system I'm not afraid to play the game, I'll beat the system And I won't let things remain the same

The New Game

AMANDA PALMER
Now we're going to play a game that's lots of lots of fun I learned it from my auntie who learned it from my uncle my uncle has a secret job in washington dc something fancy with the government I hear he knows the president first you line up in a row and count "eeny miney moe" there are guards and there are prisoners and this is how it goes (key change!) 1,2,3 you are free and the rest must come with me who are you are you a witch no you are a terrorist if you think that you aren't you can tell us who you are but if you are not on the list then you are a terrorist and the terrorists get totured even if no proff exists because we can't take any risks and the terrorists get ordered to get back in line so we can play the game a second time if you're just a pacifist of some kind of activist then you are a terrorist why it says so on the list if you're a writer or artist or a lover facticist then you are a terrorist 'cause it says so on the list and the terrorists get tortured whether or not they want to play because they're guilty anyway and the terrorists get murdered unless the terrorists insists he is not a terrorist but we can't find you on the list are you a doctor or a priest I'm a right-wing journalist so you are a terrorist if you're a fat capitalist or a neo-nazi facist we can find you on the list and you're not a terrorists isn't this an easy game anyone can play it people of all ages genders, creeds, [?] and races play it with a couple or a giant group entire continents can play the rules don't change they stay the same but once the game is done and someone's won there is a variation that is almost just as fun 1,2,3 come with me and the terrorists are free if you lose and get left over then you are a sympathizer if you are a singer-songwriter or a union-organizer bet your bottom-dollar you will be a sympathizer and the sympathizers must be punished even worse than terrorists as an example for the kids sympathizers must be banished so to find out which is which we must refer back to the list if you're a church administrator or a corporate stockholder or a nuclear arms maker you are not a sympathizer if you're not a sympathizer be a terrorist, okay you have to be one or the other or we have no game to play!

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