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The Beta Band lyrics

It's Over

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Who could find him the sidewinding Indian Why do they miss him, the overpaid simpleton? She jumped in the river of the tears that I cry Those are left alone, they're left outside Spooky little lizard girl, where did you run to? I only asked your name, never meant to hurt you She wrote me a letter on the back of the road I was travelling away and she turned thru the circle Of the church chimes over the hill The church chimes over the hill Who could find him the sidewinding Indian Why do they miss him, the overpaid simpleton? She jumped in the river of the tears that I cry Those are left alone, are left outside Spooky little lizard girl, where did you run to? I only asked your name, never meant to hurt you She wrote me a letter on the back of the road I was travelling away and she turned thru the circle Of the church chimes over the hill The church chimes over the hill She's been switched on inside my head An imaginary friend sitting by my bed Taking pictures of my soul All the angles no-one could know I thought an eagle was seeing thru my eyes I thought everybody turning into spies Reassures the only aim of my life Please reassure me that I'm doing alright No more calls on the telephone She's been turned off and i'm all alone She's been switched off inside my head An imaginary friend sitting by my bed Taking pictures of my soul All the angles no-one could know I thought an eagle was seeing thru my eyes I thought everybody turning into spies Reassures the only aim of my life Please reassure me that i'm doing alright No more calls on the telephone She's been turned off and I'm all alone

Forecast 42

JAKALOPE "Born 4"
Gather round Listen to my story A ride I thought I'd left far behind Some broken falls In a memory box Waits to be cashed in Waiting for my stocks to rise Still with the idea That you'd be mine Some other time Tap on the glass And watch the roller coaster Little screams heard from tiny You and I Race me around the playground Til I catch you Ready for the next go round On your mark A weatherman Coming or going Predicting sunny skies You give me stormy Whether you are wrong or right You are always crowned And I'm left back at the playground I left my stamp to beacon you I thought that seeing you would Would be a forecast made for two The weatherman Always watching Predicting stormy skies You give me rainbow Wether you are here or there You're always around And you're running from the playground I left my stamp to beacon you I thought that seeing you would Would be a forecast made for two I think I'm on to you I'm building this forcast made for two Fooled again Taken by surprise A ride that I'd left Trailing in time I've been taught well To sit and stay And now i'm begging to run away Get set The weatherman A strict position For taking my hand And then casting his fortune If I watch once more Will I weather the storm Or will I swing Back to my playground I left my stamp to beacon you I thought that seeing you would Would be a forcast made for two I think I'm on to you I'm building this forcast Building this forcast Building this forcast made for two

Seance Of Shamans

JEDI MIND TRICKS "A History Of Violence"
[Hook: Samples] [Akbar (Hot Ya Hot):] "Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive" [Billy Danze of M.O.P. (Stand Up):] "It's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it" [Akbar (Hot Ya Hot):] "I cause more scare than Godzilla" [Lil' Fame of M.O.P. (Stand Up):] "Made the church people on your block wanna move out" [Akbar (Hot Ya Hot):] "Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive" [Billy Danze of M.O.P. (Stand Up):] "It's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it" [Akbar (Hot Ya Hot):] "My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages" [Lil' Fame of M.O.P. (Stand Up):] "Made the church people on your block wanna move out" [Crypt the Warchild:] Every rhyme I write is 25 to Life Every rhyme you write don't even deserve a mic Crossing in the national borders with a bomb threat You mothafuckaz haven't even left ya block yet You'se a bitch, you'se a hoe, here's a prom dress You wanna try to box with God, there's no contest So keep on thinking this shit is sweet I was caught in a sandstorm; put you under the Middle East You got it fucked up homie, I've been a beast Reptilian tongue and my skin is deep Rumor has it they say I'm thrown off Until their limbs is everywhere, wigs is blown off [Jus Allah:] Is that the cast of a death mass? Is that water in a red glass? Boi I thought you'll neva ask, since legend has There's a method to the math, it's directing fast Disconnecting from the guest is the second class I have left a trail of debt checks in the mail Head or tails? Death prevails, never fails I will never get derailed that tip is stale I will never get to hell that ship is sail I'm refined mastermind after cash had climbed Any gunshot paneling, past the grind Pass into the sublime, have relaxing time Have a glass of wine, have your last act of kind [Planetary:] Everything they say is irrelevant I'm a element of rap that define pure elegance Elevating my residence, bigging them up I'm in the hood rocking 'JMT' shit in the truck Not I against I cause I don't sleep on my stomach I rock heavy metal kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch You talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering I lift the cannon and wait for the bazooka to swallow 'em I'm a do this regardless to them I'm the original Dirty rotting scoundrel surrounding your pinnacle Block the perimeter, I hit you with the fade away Got a bullet with ya name on it for a rainy day [Doap Nixon:] So many days, so many nights So much money got fucked up, so many fights So many niggas got knuckled down for no reason So many cowards got guns but don't squeeze 'em YEEEAH! It's just the way it is I finally got a whiz that's ready to bless the sun with a hundred kids So I can fall back, Ralph Lauren straw hat 'Sour Diesel' already showed you I'm all that I won't stop tryna to ride on you assholes First week sales donated to Daschel You think I'm bugging right? C'mon! But it's the zeros in my bank account Dat got me saying: "Floss right" [Vinnie Paz:] My brain [? ] the sky is My heart doesn't know what die is Pyromaniac rap Vinnie starts fires Only a nigger and thought ignore sirus And that's why the enemy lost and caught virus Brrrrt! Where I'm from God Earth's 85ers Y'all ain't got heat underneath it's all wires I'm on some same hate shit with bonfires My whole team animal thug and born liars You ain't aware of what any the 12 Tribes is You a devil who tell the enemy where God is [Outro: Vinnie] And that's how we get down Yeah! Jedi Mind foreva Jus Allah, Vinnie Paz, Kwestion Yo Stoupe where you at cuzin? ATOP - Army of the Pharaoh clique Doap Nix, whadup cuzo? King Mag, 7L Esoteric, Big Mike, Big Red Sinatra where you at cuzo? Kamach, Lost Cauze, Celph Titled, Apathy King Syze, OS, the whole fam Who really fucking with us out here man? This animal rap out here

The Girlie Had A Mustache

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "And in This Corner..."
(Get down) [ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ] I was.. cruisin down the avenue, early one Friday When I saw what I thought was a lady walkin my way I turned my back to ????????????? And I said, Hm-hm, excuse me, and she walked past She was about 5'6 , or maybe six and a half With a body like a goddess, man, this girl was bad! Tight leather pants that fit like a drum And two big - yeah well, she had some Anyway from behind she was fine But when she turned around, her mustache was bigger than mine At first I laughed, cause yo, to me that was funny But the laughter ceased when she said: Hey honey! At first I was confused, I was somewhat spell-bound My mouth wide open and my chin on the ground And then it hit me, like a bolt from the sky I thought: hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?! I tried to get away, I said, Well, never mind Maybe I'll see you some other time But then he grabbed me by my arm and told me I couldn't leave And said, Hey boy, you look mighty cute in them jeans! This had to be the most embarrassing thing in the world My whole neighborhood was watchin me get beat up by a girl And when my homeboys came, they didn't let me explain They said, Prince, you're a sucker, you should be ashamed My pride was busted right along with my eye Cause my homeboys didn't realize that this girl was a guy And in retrospect I had to laugh I can't believe I didn't notice that this girlie had a mustache [ VERSE 2: The Fresh Prince ] I remember last year, the day was October 5th And my family went away on a weekend ski trip And they left $100 and a note by the phone That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home' No company? I'm 18! They must be jokin! And by 10 my crib was smokin All of my friends with their hands in the air Screamin (PARTY OVER HERE, PARTY OVER THERE!) The party was jammin till at least about 5 And as my friends were leaving, they were like Homes, it was live! I thought the party was over, but really was just beginnin I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women Dressed in red leather, tight to their booties I gestured with my index finger: come here, cuties I tried to be chill, I didn't wanna scare em I said, Hi, my name's the Prince, they said, Hi Prince, we're your harem I didn't waste time, I started shootin the gift I said, Y'all the type of girls I'd like to spend some time with I walked upstairs, my adrenaline was pumpin Till one hit me in the head with a lamp or somethin The next thing I remember is wakin up nearly dead With another Fred Flintstone lump on my head Of course I was mad, this type of thing can burn at you They tied me up and they were stealin my furniture I said, Yo sweetheart, what's wrong with you? What kind of stuff is this for a nice girl like you to do? She turned around and smiled and laughed And that's the way that I noticed that the girlie had a mustache Not four girls, four guys! They were in disguise, it was a set up all the time I made a complete fool of myself that day My parents were pullin up just as the u-haul truck was pullin away They walked in, looked like they seen a ghost There I was, gagged and bound and tied to the bed post My pop walked in and asked a brilliant question Son, where's the furniture and why is your room so messy? Obviously Sherlock Holmes had been arrived I said, What do you think, dad, maybe we were robbed?! I'm tied up, nothing's in one piece Let's discuss the facts later, mom, please call the police I wanted to have a party, I thought I was clever My pop told me I was on punishment forever! And in retrospect I had to laugh I can't believe I didn't notice that the girlie had a mustache

16 Men Till There's No Men Left

CYPRESS HILL "IV"
Ladies and gentlemen We would like to present to you a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill [B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse One: B-Real So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be one who is solo, runnin the whole game That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source Tried to get XXL, they still fell Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel [B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Two: B-Real I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind the physical, better run to the spiritual Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face The fuckin cynical shit brains As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO! One of these days your punk ass gonna go Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow [B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Three: B-Real Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs changed up to gain it all, but shared none Who made him all the money to overcome? Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab He was rollin big balla style, high profile Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now Welcome to the 360, degrees Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese No soul, no conscience, no loyalty to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions of everybody, you fucked over, you're Scared Sober [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go Verse Four: B-Real Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett Let me step, over the hump, and represent it You go down like Jerry, and get smacked like Trick Leo, now here's your fuckin eulogy-o! [B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo [B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

Nothing Left To Do

ALAN JACKSON "Good Time"
I shaved my face and combed my hair, put on a new pair of underwear And sat on the porch with my Labrador like a hundred other times before She changed her shoes and freshened up her face, put on some skimpy sexy lace And finally made her way through the back screen door, we loaded up on the front seat of my Ford And we went out to dinner and we drove right back home, watched an old movie and drank a half a bottle of Rum Then we turned off the tv and we got right down to it, there aint nothin left to do now that weve done it Oh, yes [Instrumental Interlude] It seems like it happens everytime, we get a chance to reignite that fire We burn it fast and then retire just before the news on channel five Yeah, we went out to dinner and we drove right back home, watched an old movie and drank a half a bottle of Rum Then we turned off the tv and we got right down to it, there aint nothin left to do now that weve done it [Instrumental Interlude] After all these years it can get routine, you can change the order up, or use different names Try it in the mornin or the middle of the day, the end results still the same Oh, we went out to dinner and we drove right back home, watched an old movie and drank a half a bottle of Rum Then we turned off the tv and we got right down to it, there aint nothin left to do now that weve done it Oh, Lord, weve turned off the tv and we got right down to it, and there aint nothin left to do now that weve done it Hey, honey, hand me that remote

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