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THE CURE lyrics - Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me

Hot Hot Hot!!!

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The first time I saw lightening strike I saw it underground Six deep feet below the street The sky came crashing down For a second that place was lost in space Then everything went black I left that basement burning And I never went back The second time I saw it strike I saw it at sea It lit up the fish like rain And rained then down on me For a second that boat was still afloat Then everything went black I left it underwater And I never went back Hey hey hey!!! But I like it when that lightening comes Hey hey hey!!! Yes I like it alot Hey hey hey!!! Yes I'm jumping like a jumping jack Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered Feeling hot hot hot!!! The third time I saw lightening strike It hit me in bed It threw me around And left me for dead For a second that room was on the moon Then everything went black I left that house on fire And I never went back Hey hey hey!!! But I like it when that lightening comes Hey hey hey!!! Yes I like it alot Hey hey hey!!! Yes I'm jumping like a jumping jack Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered Feeling hot hot hot!!!

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JAY ELECTRONICA "Attack Of The Clones"
Don't get it confused This message is for solo artists but I get at crews We can make the news I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue Or killing rock the bells with nas in pasanews It's a small task for jay man Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans Imaginary crime boss With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost, It's time lost Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera Phantom of the chakras Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in box To popular This is just the start of it, The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore Performin dear summer, where autumn went Eternal sunshine Drum major without a drumlime I'll be in the D screamin kick rocks to one time When they say license and registration I'm yellin reparations Quote em from revelations Then I peel off in they faces Young black and arrogant with no id The most extravagant They should build me a statue on grambling campus With a manuscript, that say he got at the best of them Shot at the rest of them Ain't no contesting em Green says a lot niggas talkin shit but we ain't stressin em

The Art Of Getting Jumped

DE LA SOUL "Art Official Intelligence-Mosa"
I WAS.. [Pos] .. on my way, to the disco You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night Midnight to four, name at the door but the whole crew I can get in as well So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith Let this be a jam that we need not miss Yeah I'm already en route, no doubt Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's turned out And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line to stand we find girls screamin the blues Miscellaneous shoes everywhere Yo Mase, what happened here? ( Go Brooklyn! ) Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules Bump ?? people and out come the tools Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped Done closed the club down, cause one of they niggaz got jumped ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** Uh-huh, you heard the hook No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Dove] Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads My New York City dawgs seem to master the art When you hear the ( WHOO! ) that's when the bullshit'll start It only takes a second less you got on ice Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass My only advice is don't fall and book ass For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara) Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!) It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits Waitin for the first vic to disrespect Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Pos] It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies and ya best believe we came to party Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya for reasons like - not in the right part of town actin like you wore a crown Some occasions long and mean to earn the right to throw signs wearin only one color scheme And bein positive is no exclusion That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions for flossin your hard-earned shine I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest then it's some other niggaz time You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin, Black people unite, and still catch a lump from the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Maseo] Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped We had to put this one on the album y'know? Yeah - this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club Tried to knock me senseless They just couldn't get me though That's why I second round outside on 'em Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)

Sosa

AZ "Pieces Of A Man"
CHORUS: [AZ] Pieces of a black man (uh huh) My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo) Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin') Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind Pieces of a black man My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo (yeah) Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin') Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind AZ: Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah) I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh) You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools Solitude certifies all moves So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah) Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo) It's poison plays in these foul days Housin' cops they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change CHORUS: [AZ] Pieces of a black man My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo) Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah) Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind AZ: Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh) It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh) She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah) though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce tres The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth days though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead CHORUS: [AZ] Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh) My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What) Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon) My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind AZ: I played all positions, plus learned from each mission Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry So play the game, other slow up change the lane Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures Interogatin', locatin', destination' Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin' It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin' Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin' So burn your clips And sit back, learn your shit The last of these real reps left turned legit CHORUS: [AZ] Pieces of a black man My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo) Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin') Some servin' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind Pieces of a black man (black man) My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel) it's like taboo Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (buck, buck, buck, buck) Pieces of a black man My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo (taboo baby) Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind Pieces of a black man

To A Band That I Loved

JASON ISBELL "Something More Than Free"
Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show and I was 22 backwoods years old You were singing that night by yourself And I thought I was the only one left From an old southern town New ideas bouncing round in my head And I thought everyone like me was dead And somehow you put down my fears on a page When I still had nothing to say And how I miss you today May you find what you gave, all that hope Somewhere down at the end of your rope Now I know you'll be fine on your own And your families all need you at home And the dream was just smoke At least you all got the joke off the bat And you were alright with that And somehow I'm still out here burning my days Your voice makes the miles melt away I'll be guarding your place In the lights on the stage of my heart I guess we're all still finding our part And somehow I'm still out here seeing your faces In likely and unlikely places Somewhere playing too loud Or in what's left of the crowd at our show Hanging out when it's past time to go Hanging out when it's past time to go

ILLuminate

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Back when I first grabbed that pen I told myself I was gon' win And I ain't know when But it was gon' end Up happening, I want in So you can take your top 5 list Dead or alive and put me after Em I'm a fucking genius Gripping my fucking penis, living this life You can't tell me nothing Still ain't really got no money fucking right I'm all about that real, about that real This ain't no motion picture I tell you how that feel, how that feel Even when the odds against you They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong But that ain't me, I go too damn hard I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out Black lip nigga with his hair wild Too damn proud Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy Oh boy, I'm the man now TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free This business is quick sand and I won't sink Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then Further more we do this for y'all Rap is stressin' but it pays great That is until you lose appeal And your release date gets date raped Stay safe, hold your head I got two fifth and a loaf of bread Feed the people, food for thought Because we are equal, who'd have thought [Hook: Ab-Soul & Kendrick] They wanna share my light [x8] You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light [x2] [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to My niggas say my new shit past due I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed HiiiPoWeR on another plateau I know you know we need a few plaques too The brand new niggas with a attitude Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too Too I'll when I jot these words True eel when I shock the world I know life's a bitch When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl Cold shit, I'm hot though Like Cold get, Ab-Soul This is a shift in paradigm I remember when I couldn't spare a dime Now I step in with a pair of dimes On P's, y'all know me Flow like water, admiralty The best author ever to breath And as we proceed to follow these dreams I ain't losing no sleep No, no at them no doors Just know "No" if it's no dough So high but I'm Soulo Two cups and I sip slow Taking my time We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show Now let's go [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Time and time I drop line for line But only time will tell If I ever go Columbine And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill See the truth is, they wanna know how close me, Dre and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to be 2Pac But truth I give two shits 'bout Expectations or critics hating Shit, I just put moms on vacation Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness The Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tip like Kinta Kunta Black is back bitch I'm the the coupe-da Black on black crime resent the shooter Black, black, black, I intend to mute you Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game so please don't ask me about no pressure Bitch see the grip on my fingertip I can hold this coast together [Hook]

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