THE JAM lyrics - The Gift

Trans-Global Express

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Ordinary people don't get time to think Not that it's their fault Cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work Just to make sure the food gets bought Goverments threaten you with recession Then they threaten you with war How the other side wants to take away All the things you ain't got no more Keep us divided with their greed and hate Keep you struggling to put the food on your plate. Imagine if tomorrow the workers went on strike Not just british leyland but the whole world Who would earn their profits? Who would make their bombs? You'd see the hands of oppression fumble And their systems crash to the ground And you men in uniform will have to learn the lesson too Not to turn against your own kind Whenever governments tell you to. Get the trans-global express moving And see our marvellous leaders quiver They know that if it happens Their lazy days are over The day the working people join together We'll all rest much more easy The responsibilty you must bear When it's your own future in your hands Maybe a hard one to face up to But at least you will own yourself!

Everybody Get Up

5IVE "5ive"
[Chorus] Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now (Baby bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now You gots to keep it real You gots to keep it raw I'm lyrically blessed so don't try to ignore Time for some action creeping up your back and keep the beat nasty like Janet my reaction hard I'm addictive better lock your kids in Coming to you area ya don't know what you're missing go tell your family here comes the enemy blowing up the spot tech remedy [Chorus] Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now (Baby bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now Keep it move, keep it move, keep it moving on Keep it move, keep it move, keep it moving on I'll be the resident president, I'm the 5th element Jimmy fly snooka stone cold is how I'm hittin' em' better get together, put your hands in the sky stick em up punk hit em low hit em high Now I'm the bad boy that you invite for dinners ain't got no manners cos I eat with my fingers Lost boys terrorize the neighborhood and hounds of the baskerville will be up to no good so come on come on everybody keep checking us coming with the funk being it on wickedness [Chorus] Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now (Baby bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now Everybody better recognize we got the funky rhymes Keep it together, baby don't even try to organize We be the roughnecks no concept no business We here to get down and make em grab your biscuits So everybody, anybody, somebody put your hands together represent like John Gotte paragraph after grammar for gas The party's armaggeddon hit em with the heavy class I'm bugging, hitting with the hooligan bamn I know you wanna stand-up so baby jump

Champion

ACE HOOD "Ruthless"
Ace Hoooood! [Jazmine Sullivan:] People said I wouldn't make it (make it) That I'd never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Coming up I use to watch TV Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma that's gon' be me She said son you gon' be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet That's how he captured my heart It's in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like [? ] asking how a nigga feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, it's unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal That's why I put my life in every song I kill Sing it girl [Chorus:] That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion [Verse 2: Ace Hood] I had a job too niggas, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys smashed up Keep running to The Runners when it's time to make a (beat) I'm gunning at you suckas who ain't try'na feel this sh** My ambitons as a rider blastin' out a niggas whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know I keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy niggas know that ain't slippin Know that I'm on the grind niggas know that ain't slippin' My faith is on the line so you know I ain't slippin' You trippin' and that's why [Chorus:] That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Let's break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It don't even matter say what you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say that'll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (I'm a keep going till I reach the top, and that's why) [Rick Ross:] Definitely livin' the life I gravitated to the light I sacrIficed a decade Now it's times every night Let them suckas' spectate 'Cause shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely I invest that Break it down the best way 'Cause I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And I could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time [Chorus: x2] That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing) They can't tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (I'm a champion and that's why) That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldn't make it (make it) That I'd never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here

Pulse 8

JME "Integrity>"
I used to have ten youts knocking my door Asking me to roll out and lick cars Now I've got 25 youts knocking my door Still asking me to spit bars At least they're not knocking and running Plotting and gunning, shotting and bunning If my crew knocked man's door back in the day It would be to hot him and run in 20 past 4 in the morning And I'm still up, I ate too late My belly got fill up, all the mandem look tired Fam, I don't blaze But I can bill up, so if I get bored I might mm, bill it At studio, I'm like mm, kill it Then I duck from the room and I jump in the booth When I dump on the tune Rudeboy, hush Don't ask me why I'm in a rush Don't ask me why I'm not tweeting I'm in Brent Cross, man I'm shopping in Lush If you know me, phone me I'm a go eat on my lonelies I'm in Nandos with a veggie wrap Or I'm sitting in Leon, munching a gobi Whichever one's nearer Vegan, now I see clearer No meat, no cheese, no milk, no eggs Don't believe me? Ask Sarah Stop staring, you're not four-eyed I only put good food in my jaw-side Sensodyne Classic, Listorene citrus Cause I don't wanna have no fluoride Big up the man that know The girls that know, teachers that know Parents and children that know If you don't know, Boy Better Know If anybody try draw my ting I'm a have to have words with friends To avoid the clash of clans Man might go for a run with Tempz Man might go for a run with Tim Good food will turn a Fatboy Slim Man like me perform to keep trim Spit two bars, don't have to go gym We play grime all over the world still Man bopping their head like Churchill When us man touch down in New York, it's lit Ask Virgil Ask Bari, crazy baldhead, word to Bob Marley I will sit up on a riddim so neatly Now they wanna bite me like Charlie Charlie bit me (ow, Charlie!) Test me, you and what army? I'll wear a Pagan out like Pagani I'm gone, BRB

The Nwra

Fall
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old man on his own chase some kids who fucking threw bricks through his flat window. He had a way with people like that. [Because of this] we moved on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs have worsened since the rising. Collaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they can hardly pronounce in telephone voices. I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German government have brought over huge yellow trains on Teeside docks. In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town. I'm Joe Totale The yet unborn son The North will rise again The North will rise again Not in 10,000 years Too many people cower to criminals And government crap The North will rise again X4 Look where you are Look where you are The future of my father Shift! Tony was a business friend Of RT, 17 And was an opportunist man Come, come hear my story How we set out to corrupt and destroy This future Rising The business friend came round today With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck I threw him to the ground His blue shirt stained red The north will rise again. I said you are mistaken, friend I kicked him out of the home Too many people cower to criminals And that government pap When all it takes is hard slap Got out the window, a burglar wrote There were men with beads on sticks The fall had made them sick A man with butterflies on his face His brother threw acid in his face His tatoos were screwed The streets of Soho did reverberate With drunken Highland men Revenge for Culloden dead The North had rose again But it would turn out wrong The North will rise again So R. Totale dwells underground Will wait from cyclic grind With ostrich head-dress A face a mess, covered in feathers Orange-red with blue-black lines That draped down to his chest They are a tentacle mess And light blue pant-heads TV showed sham Chip and Dale No concept of what they mean The Arndale had been razed Shop staff knocked off their ladders Security guards up from the escalators And now darkness descends Tony seize the control He built his base in Edinburgh He had on his hotel wall A hooded friar on a tractor He took a bluey and called Totale Who said, the North has rose again But it will turn out wrong When I was in cavalry I vowed to defend All our English clergy Though they have gone wrong And the fall has begun This has gotten out of hand I will go for a foreign base But he told me off life down at home Said Totale, go back to bed The North has rose again today And you can't stop your age And you can't stop your age

If The Papes Come

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Anthology"
[Q-Tip] Uhhhhhhhh... The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away but not Hip-Hop yo, hahah And let it be known.. that we are on some umm.. ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh And this ain't on the pop tip yo! Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah!!) Here we go.. People in the audience, they cry out hoe People with a gun, yo they'll cry out bo! I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock but still the kanga's clock me, after a show Standin on the stage and we're pourin with sweat To people in the crowd I give what they get Papers make paid, babies make laid I don't really worry, nor do I fret Waitin for the gimme and boy I got some Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link Legally I'll sip when I turn, twenty-one A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome The R man wants me to drop my microphone Gotta be brief; no orders from a chief Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn On the tour bus we hit the truck stop A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop We laugh and giggle some, Phife kiss the honeybuns Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin that shop The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check Callin up Famous to see, if it's there yet Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce Bush on the tush, you're pullin while I push Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) If the papes come yo yo I won't riff I just sit down and get, me a spliff With mines I was born, a child of the corn Molecules of the land they uplift Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate I make sure the Tribe is innnnnnnn.. With the quickness you bare the witness Flexin and pumpin with the fitness Movin it - UHH, doin it - UHH Those who oppose must hit the ??s-list?? Doin it and doin it with the whole frame Look what's in the mind and not, in the brain On this you can quote, we on a diffy note Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame One ninety-one brothers grabbin they thingies Forgot the name; oh, equivalent to Jimmy Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy Slammin with a slammy you front, on the case Right or left nut Ali, plays the ace Do what you do, flam for a crew Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face Slang for the ?? I must, if ya have Dribble hops out giggle yo proper term is laugh Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes Instincts to Travel up the hood path, c'mon It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) It's like that y'all.. (keep onnnnnnn) Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn) {Thank you.. as you all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you?? Now if you will excuse me I must be on my way..}

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