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ALABAMA lyrics - Cheap Seats

T.L.C. A.S.A.P.

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I need TLC ASAP... Well, my muscles ache And my feet are sore. Thank God it's Friday, And it's almost four! Time to hit the door! Gonna spend the weekend On the lake. We've been workin' overtime And we need a break. And, Honey, I can't wait! We know how to spell relief, Got a good old fashion recipe... A little TLC ASAP... A little R & R for you and me... A guaranteed rat race remedie, A little TLC ASAP. Bring a book to read, And a change of clothes. Well, I packed the cooler And the Coleman stove, And the radio. We can float on a raft In the sun all day We can love in the moonlight, Hours away, While the crickets play. Well, we work real hard six days a week, Honey, this is somethin' we both need... A little TLC ASAP... A little R & R for you and me... A guaranteed rat race remedie, A little TLC ASAP. A little TLC ASAP... A little R & R for you and me... A guaranteed rat race remedie, I need TLC ASAP. TLC ASAP... R & R for you and me... TLC ASAP... R & R for you and me...

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Big Bang

[Aesop Rock] Well, so we meet again (He said he's grown spiritually since the last one) Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad Black horse and buggy mechanism Tugged a portion of my severed vision The gathering of loose ends in a bucket Wit a shoestring budget Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now) But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen Fee fie et cetera I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sword festering Now when the groom presents the ring The bride commence to blistering This textbook magnificently crude Prototype king beserker modulate Serve the vertical thirst, burst horizontal Treasure, loose cannons span the starbit power The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous Beautiful cartoon trooper swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar I rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim Then blame the stationary target when the prey escapes the frame Merit badge marksman, a poacher, it's all the same So I lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain [Chorus] *rapped in doubletime* I gotta be a big bang, gotta be Never wanna be hear a probably, I wanna see or hear a Yes sir, sir YES SIR! Armed with a tone, cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'ma burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'ma be a big bang *repeat except 1st line is I wanna be a big bang, gotta be * [Aesop Rock] I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf Alien of shallow alchemy If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants I'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow I observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils Fertile circle turn pertal crescent via bad investment Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON! If I made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system Sticky panoramic contaminate planet In conjunction with phantom assumption Gutterbug alumnus candidates Well, I promise you I man the lighthouse Just to help guide in your ship If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch) Godspeed, straitjacket and ragged approach To circle suns via folklore pollutants to rhyme strictly From a BC generation disgust Community movement alluding to a No blood given, no recognition Life matter, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams are gathered But uh, that certain lack of avail I sail a choppy lie with bouancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks) Chorus 2x [Aesop Rock] Big bang, bi-big bang It's gettin bigger by the second Check it Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similairs repel I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem) I don't really believe in God But God, I'm scared to death of God?!? I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans Nor tear the pod It's like I hike an acre unimpressed And slept on the sabre's edge Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge I wanna know myself Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls I push the ghouls to man overboard Pull the bulls onto my sword And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, sliiidde over Therecipe's design unplug the appetite continuity By stitching together esteemed congruents (beautifully) I peel back carts and lodge Greek physics in the chambers Quartarized the wound and heads like Gimme gimme something major Road side prophetic, ascend well enveloped in a mummy ribbon system Blistering in a wishing well BIG BANG!

Diamonds & Rust

JOAN BAEZ "Diamonds & Rust"
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

Judgement Of The Moon And Stars (Ludwig's Tune)

No tongue in the bell And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking That's no substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm, warm body Loving your touch In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song ... You've got to shake your fists at lightning now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you Show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night Jesus, well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories Conceal


JAMIE T "Panic Prevention"
Juveniles hide your porno mags the girls got problems at her yard So she's packing up her bags full of rags her man got done from Pa Na Na While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty deck of fags Body bags come back off planes from war torn Iraq It's the stark naked truth a dark aftermath With baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks Remember how the bully always had the last laugh It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car And a lump in your throat she won't understand Two's on a cigarette and a talk blah blah Bloody hell die o blah da glug down liquor While life goes on for all the day-trippers Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger By the end of this letter it may all be better Well she's always asking with the who, where and how The girls say ooh la la Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now And the girls say ooh la la la la la la From Trafalgar Square where the crack pipe reeking To in your dark damp flat the ceiling's leaking You fell in love when you first started chatting But got so bored 'cause she never stopped speaking Consider this son one of the bad behaviour He's keeping all the freebies delivering the papers Ya haters shake down fakers Ah you'll never get nowhere 'cause we're the Pacemakers Pretty please me ah she's easy on the eye Some say that today only the good young die Yippy yo kay ay it's been a right good day I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry How did you get to where you're going to before you came Slowly moseying through this bar you started your race Johnny cock-a-roo wants his money Better give to the man he's a fruit and nut bar Gotta see the GP coughing up lungs And the doc said stop or you're gonna die young Well I haven't even started to do what I'd done You young don't listen you just carry on Well we heard it all before when you song got sung Get a grip son why 'cause you always drunken We're not captain's just skivvy sunken Hum drum drum live fast die young Blister skin stumbling the road rocky and trespassers on the private property Remember back then it was the rant the banter While young songs watch their young pars get cancer While vagabond sandy crying out for a nista Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery Well sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you We all went out and we got pistola I don't wanna fight he's a right big cunt But the fellas say go on my son my son Well it's all a bit of fun til someone gets done But the fellas say go on my son my son I'm more likely to pick up and run But the fellas say go on my son my son Ah fuck, well he's a right big cunt I'll knock him one fuck that run run.

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