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MS. JADE lyrics - Girl Interrupted

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(feat. Timbaland) [Intro - Timbaland] One time *freak freaky* uh um Two time *ah two* uh um Three time *uh uh* uh um *freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade [Verse 1 - Ms. Jade (Missy)] Interupted Girl, Girl Representin' for the whole world, world Makin' it my du-ty Tryna show off, thinkin' they can move me (Here we go again) one time (Never take me off my grind) And I do it true, true Duty is my number one rule, rule Look I'm grown, grown Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone Got 'em with they (Hands up high) Twisted at the bar I'm feelin (Alright) Show 'em what they (Need to ride) Dancin' until they feet hurtin' (All night) Cause I stack cheese, cheese I'm whatever it's gonna be, be Uh, and its all to the good Never been Hollywood cause I stand for the hood Its a different (Day now) Watch how I'm makin' the game (break down) See me doin it. it I'm 'bout as good as its gonna get, get Uh, Philly chick get it down If the flood is comin' I promise I ain't gon' drown Make the music (Move you) Spittin' that crazy flow you can (Groove to) Uh, Beat Club on the rise And I got got g-got my eyes on the prize [Chorus - Ms. Jade & Timbaland] Get your big head on the floor (Get your big head on the floor) You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor (Get your big head on the floor) You ain't ever seen me groove like this [2x] [Verse 2 - Ms. Jade (Missy)] We done did it now, now Watch you put your money on me now, now Make you feel free, free You ain't even on the same league, league From the wild (House parties) Sippin' martinis under the (Palm trees) You can light it up, up Sick sound leave niggas stuck, stuck What's really goin' on, on Pilin' in 'til the break of dawn, dawn Uh, switchin lanes in the truck And we know it's gonna catch up but we still gettin' drunk Let's get (Rooms for the night) It's a Timb track so you (Know it's tight) Uh, stackin the ching, ching And its obvious I'm gonna cute little vibrant thing Tear the floor (Up in the club) Representin' for my real (Chicks and the thugs) Whoa from the bottom to the top Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock Uh, and it's all to the love Twist up your 'dro get your drink for your mugs Uh, and its all to the love Twist up your 'dro get your drinks for your buzz [Chorus 6x] [Outro - Timbaland] Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, break it down for me Uh-uh, he-he Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me groove like this Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me move like this he Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me groove like this hehe

Cabaret

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE "The 20/20 Experience: 2 Of 2"
[Intro - Justin Timberlake:] Hey, hey, hey Come on We are having too much fun right now [Verse 1 - Justin Timberlake:] She's got a secret but I know She wanna break it down for me like she tryna get some paper Who needs a stage with the lights low Cause you already dropped the bullet and turned it into something major [Bridge - Justin Timberlake:] Now can we discuss How fast you just got undressed Girl if sex is a contest then you're coming first (And) Don't rush, go slow I, I can't lie, I'm impressed Than innovation encore When lo curtains close [Hook - Justin Timberlake:] It's a cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home Cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more (Put on a show, get on the floor) (Get on the floor, get on the floor) (Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more [Verse 2 - Justin Timberlake:] Fantasy, play the role And all these new moves I like it got me feeling like a stranger Say my name, do you know Cause I got you saying Jesus so much it's like we're laying in the Manger [Bridge - Justin Timberlake:] Now can we discuss How fast you just got undressed Girl if sex is a contest then you're coming first (And) Don't rush, go slow I, I can't lie, I'm impressed Than innovation encore When lo curtains close [Hook - Justin Timberlake:] It's a cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home Cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more (Put on a show, get on the floor) (Get on the floor, get on the floor) (Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more [Verse 3 - Drake:] Okay this just in girl the paper so long Always seem like I gotta wait for so long So long till you get off from work But listen I got some better positions for you to take in for so long Always strap up just for safety then go long Then do my touchdown dance with no clothes on We might fuck around and slip tonight Your Kryptonite, you should probably have a cape to throw on On my Eddie Murphy Boomerang for ya Got a bunch of old girls that I threw away for ya I been in the gym doing two-a-days for ya So I can lift ya up when I do the thang to ya D-do do the thing to ya Girl truth be told You set the pace then you ride it like cruise control The shit feel so right gotta tell somebody I just can't decide who should know I'll keep a secret for ya I'm trying to ease your mind, word to Boosie Pole in my bedroom that was there when I moved in Okay fine, I'm a terrible liar Girl what difference does it make if it was there, it's mine You the girl that's gonna be there when it's marrying time And I'm gonna fuck you like we are having an affair I swear it's like I'm undercover way I'm cuffing you though Presidential shit girl you up on the poles Say this is a private show, oh boy don't start Keep it soul stripping things slipping like a pole vault North pole boy from the T.O. They ain't really ready for me and that J.T. though Cook for ya and then I break it down like a kilo Got a camera watching our every single move like casinos [Hook - Justin Timberlake:] It's a cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home Cabaret (Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more (Put on a show, get on the floor) She wanna break it down for me like she tryna get some paper (Put on a show, get on the floor) She wanna break it down for me like she tryna get some paper (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) (break it down) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) She wanna break it down for me- for me (Break it down- break it down) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) (break it down) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound) (break it down- break it down) (And all, in thrilling new, living sound)

Happy Birthday Ralph

Atom And His Package "A Society Of People Named Elihu"
[Slug] I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit Cuz when the moon gets above my apartment, I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cuz I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit So shush kid, shush baby! Shut your eyes Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize I wish the flies to land upon your forehead When I extract the essence from your head and leave your body resting moored I left more dead reputations than HIV kings But for every killing there's a reason and its not just emcees, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away! Atmosphere motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew Serve you with seafood, you can't glide by vision cuz you're see-thru [Spawn] You need to recognize the size of the atlas You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask [Slug] We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalpel, then peeled it Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one [Spawn] That said it all, it comes from inside ,and how you ride the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right Catchin' the motion with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee so listen please use discretion when you breath sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision and then comes the style and precision... [Slug] No more longer will we hold your hands. Why? Cuz you're too damn old Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been canceled They also said big up for all the support Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world So let your head down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang I'm rising past the bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan [Spawn] It's the noise it makes, to generate the passion I have It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab [Slug] Come now, (?) test the giants, when we apply this Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced Don't breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens [Spawn] Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock Obviously we hit the gear under upscale rocks So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration Area Code 6-1-2, my present occupation... [Slug] Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it Blessed with insight, friends and affluences Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist makin sure you fear this hit every time you hear this shit [Spawn] : Sound is vibration [Slug] : This sound is taken [Spawn]: Sound is vibration [Slug] : and the ground is shaken [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : yo, we found your replacement [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : now who makes the sound? [Slug Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound? (fades out)

Baby Boom Baby

JAMES TAYLOR "Never Die Young"
(Weisner/Taylor) Somehow the season always brings a picture of you, baby boom baby. Holding on for everything you figured you're due, little turtleneck girl. The moon on your shoulder, the wind in your lovely hair, oh what a night. We sat on the beach and watched as the sun rose into the Summer air. You said we couldn't miss what we never knew, something about something that you had to do, sitting on the sand with a hole in my shoe. I had no way of knowing where you might have been, time goes by. All on my own I imagine you a life in between, all own my own. Wrote a long letter but it never made it out of my head, oh, oh, somehow reading your name it wasn't the same as leaving the thing unsaid. How come I miss what I never knew, drag out the past just to paint it blue, and spend my days with a dream of you? Oh, after the fall, here I'm trying to find our name on the wall. It was neither yours nor mine, it was something of the two combined, from a time spent out of time. I work hard to see that you remember my name, nod your head yes, Do all I can to make you want to see me again, oh what a night. Got a letter from the mail, got a message from the telephone. Seems you're working in town, moving around, living alone. Now I'm caught in the spotlight, walking the wire, my feet are frozen and my heart's on fire, what do I do if my dream come true? La la la, la la la la la...

Sound Is Vibration

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Slug] I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit Cuz when the moon gets above my apartment, I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cuz I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit So shush kid, shush baby! Shut your eyes Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize I wish the flies to land upon your forehead When I extract the essence from your head and leave your body resting moored I left more dead reputations than HIV kings But for every killing there's a reason and its not just emcees, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect Well lets get shit right, right here! Right now! Right away! Atmosphere motherfucker! If I need to I could fly away I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew Serve you with seafood, you can't cloud my vision cuz you're see-thru [Spawn] You need to recognize the size of the atlas You ain't as tall as half this - match this - past what you practice Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastard Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask [Slug] We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one [Spawn] That said it all, it comes from inside ,and how you ride the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right Catchin' the motion with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee so listen please use discretion when you breath sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision and then comes the style and precision... [Slug] No more longer will we hold your hands. Why? Cuz you're too damn old Oh yea, the network called, they told me to tell ya you've been canceled They also said big up for all the support Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world So let your head down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang I'm rising past the bang, with smile I'm flashin my fangs I tumble over some, cuz some I don't over stand I got the crowd respond, from now on, I know the plan [Spawn] It's the noise it makes, to generate the passion I have It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab [Slug] Come now, (?) test the giants, when we apply this Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced Don't breath a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens [Spawn] Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock Obviously we hit the gear under upscale rocks So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in Nigga, what! My definition is raw, I got you all wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration Area Code 6-1-2, my present location... [Slug] Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it Blessed with insight, friends and affluences Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist makin sure you fear this hit every time you hear this shit [Spawn] : Sound is vibration [Slug] : This sound is taken [Spawn]: Sound is vibration [Slug] : and the ground is shaken [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : yo, we found your replacement [Spawn] : Vibration is sound [Slug] : now who makes the sound? [Slug Spawn] : Now who makes the music/sound? (fades out)

King Of Da Hill

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Eye & I"
[INTRO: Kardinal Offishall] Murderer, yeah Kardinal Offishall, yeah FOS crew, yeah The Circle, yeah Capitol Hill, yeah yeah This is how it go, on and on To the like break of wha what! Yeah yeah, check it out [Kardinal Offishall] See me in MC reality spoken Some provoken the Kardinal to speak on sights unheard As my word is bond, so is mental put into a picture Twist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink of life The rythmn is my wife I impregnate her the apex to flex a new son Entitled a composition, taught him how to rock Now the sex don't stop, my wifey can't get enough Of the hardcore, make you want more type of stuff That I bust all over her insides, sometime on the outside Add a beat light to make sure the Immaculate Conception Is wicked from start to finish I kick it, mix it into the witch's brew Add a backup vocal to the stew Now they be, surfing me at Play De Track, rocking soul and others Down to Sam Goodie what, peace to goodie goodie Rubbing a piece of y'all talk and yo! That's all she wrote That's all I said, as I take my wifey to the bed And rock [CHORUS: Kardinal & Tara Chase] On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! [Kardinal Offishall] We gonna bring it to ya face like (ewww!) Shout and mash up the jump ‘till them sound like (ewww) Kardinal wicked (what), wicked like a (ewww) Every crew know, that's why the crowd like (ahhh) Picture your menace to your society, soul to your propriety Lyricist of the year, and also the cause of you anxiety A little nigga chilling on my shoulder told me to rock ya like a boulder Now I'm back, big up my chest like Jully Black Ex-poets, make a nigga see about he heard If I didn't tell you so, there's no truth to the word We sing, stop talking a man's business I bless the mic with freshness, the Dr. Kay-bee handles the rest Shout out to the one-tree, niggas from the J-C, Rexdale to eastside To the Eastside to meet up with Ill B My nigga KC bring him to the uptown U to the P inside the E-W, scoop up gone for raps Give the dreads a couple of daps, bust a couple raps Inside the place niggas know my face, girlies know the rest of the long physique ‘Cause when I rock, the session goes [CHORUS] [Tara Chase (Kardinal Offishall)] (Capital Hill in this, with the one little Miss) (TC for your mind brain, yo check it, yo) Prepare for your departure from these stolen planes Rays emitting from the vocals liquefied your brain (What's your name yo?) Miss Tara Chase if you're nasty Pulling Capital Queen of the Hill if you ask me You can't fuck this Mickey, Mallory combination Surround the world with our sound like global domination (How you feel?) Distortion to static is how you look Re-arrange your whole physical anatomy shook [Kardinal Offishall] For all them niggas we got what you need Kardinal Offishall, Tara Chases Capitol Hill, get upon the mic and do what you will The Circle y'all, check it out [CHORUS]

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