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ANI DIFRANCO lyrics - Red Letter Year

Red Letter Year

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New Year's Eve, we dropped mushrooms and danced around the house Making music with everything that we found Incantation replaced resolution And we vowed to allow each perfection that we could be And the Goddess sent word that this would be a red letter year They didn't mention how much shit was gonna change around here It's just as well we weren't swollen with unfocused dread We had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads Dancing in our heads Oh, first you go under and then coming up gives you bends And when you break the surface all you see is your friends So you grab your purple crayon and flesh out the picture behind And finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line One unbroken line When you wake up sick as a dog with dull eyes and really bad hair Standing under a lit sign with the words on air And the water is rising, it's coming in everywhere Just remember you are there, you're always, always there And representing the white race a man with a monkey for a face Is flying over in his helicopter whistling Dixie and playing dumb In a town that might put a gun to your throat Or rip the roof right off your place There's a mold crawling up the walls and falling asleep in your lungs And you and I both know how to drink so We will always have work in this town And besides the police are stationed at the bridge And they're preventing passage to higher ground So let's pull up a barstool and get ourselves a ringside seat For one unnerving moment they're gonna show the truth on TV

Tryin To Do Something

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS

Recovering The Satellites

COUNTING CROWS "Recovering The Satellites"
Gonna get back to basics Guess I'll start it up again I'm falling' from the ceiling You're falling from the sky now and then Maybe you were shot down in pieces Maybe I slipped in between But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see Just you and me So why'd you come home to this sleepless town It's a lifetime commitment Recovering the satellites All anybody really wants to know is... When you gonna come down Your mother recognizes all you're desperate displays And she watches as her babies drift violently away 'Til they see themselves in telescopes Do you see yourself in me We're such crazy babies, little monkey We're so fucked up, you and me So why'd you come home to this faithless town Where we make a lifetime commitment To recovering the satellites And all anybody really wants to know is... When are you gonna come down She sees shooting stars and comet tails She's got heaven in her eyes She says I don't need to be an angel But I'm nothing if I'm not this high But we only stay in orbit For a moment of time And then you're everybody's satellite I wish that you were mine So why'd you come home to this angels town It's a lifetime decision Recovering the satellites Everybody really knows for sure... That you're gonna come down That you're gonna come down

LBC

LUCKY BOYS CONFUSION "Growing Out Of It"
So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down 3 dollars to get inside LBC flying high tonight I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation It grows, on the mic where I flow Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire! Right up in ya, as we continue To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya Out, I doubt, no competition When I'm on the microphone you listen You're missing the point, kid spark the joint It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy This recipe yeah you know me This 5-piece band called LBC Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you But my world revolves around me; no it's not conceit Just a realization that at first I put myself before you So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like So skip the trip, and spend the night Cause I'm believing that the time is right L to the B we don't quit With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit The 5 of us with this reggae punk child Break em on in Stubhystyle It's that L dot B dot C dot scene Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle If you meet the fungi from Colorado Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle My hair's still skunking don't be perpetrating me I've rocking the mic since 1993 Oh, when I'm frustrated I've got anger in my head I think of the relative ease of the life I've led So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that's free I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy We're just children of this wasted generation Trying to make the best of our situation So we play our music all night long Till everyone will know when they hear this song And here we go Yes it's that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips Point to us and they pucker their lips This LBC let me tell you what's in store We'll play all night if you scream encore It's the way we jam LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don't try to compete Ryan sits down and lays down the beat Adam steps up and he matches the groove Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance 420 Geeks try to make room Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire Boom! Come on and make room Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan Get high, get by any way I can I drop the flow you drop the flavor Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor

I'mma Break It Down

EAZY-E "Eazy-Duz-It"
[Eazy-E] My eternal jam is the juice of the radio takin' out profanity so they can play it though listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat going to the record store say ya gonna buy that the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y so that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit push play on the instrumental thats recorded step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded some sort of track appeared like a plaque and some hell of a screen from the girls in the back takin' a bow cause I got style never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short guarenteed to help when I walk on the court so get up make some noise for the gangsta clap gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around cause I'mma break it down [Eazy-E] Last time I was takin' my time with this but other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this I had to change the tip or make it hyper but they was rotten, I was gettin' riper ready to go, like never before givin' you more because I'm ready to score Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin' curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim and I'm locked in, and I made up my mind and I think I'm gonna rock then you got beaches chill and I'mma push ya to freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher and say ya have pricin' and then out ya go cause a percentage on point bellys are very low messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man M.C. Ren: But ya the dopest one I ever saw! I keep droppin' it pound for pound and when I'm on the mic I always throw down to keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound so listen cause I'mma break it down [Eazy-E] Now look at me and not the poster and you could see right off I got the most of the talent, experience or a trade and complements for the rhyme thats made talks over today if this one so pick another artist and dis one I got the ballet of the chosen vote cause I don't need water to clear my throat comin' from the rain the show is like dancin' nasty like and the girls are like glancin' wantin' to get wit me this routine keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean can ya dis this man I don't think so once I start writin' the way I let the ink go comin' out with songs like hit after hit cause this is legit and yours ain't shit makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius but your amazed with ya happy to see this brother go crazy on wax flowin' away like if I was on a sax doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight relax and chill while your up tight pumpin' up the funky sounds yo you should know it's kinda persist that the E is gonna break it down

Ooh Wee

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Time Is Money"
[Chorus 1] [SPM] Ooh Wee We gonna do them bad for sure Ooh Wee Babygirl I thought you know Ooh Wee We gonna get throwed and blowed Ooh Wee Paint the town like Michealangelo Ooh Wee [Chorus 2] [Baby Beesh] I know you find it hard to believe that I am the genie of your lamp and I can do anything you wish but right now I'm commanding you to jam. Ooh Wee [SPM] Scooby Dooby playa pass it to me. Sticky icky oowee gooey. I'm straight out the boonies bang screwy in my Dully fingers residuey. My girl wants a purse so I bought the bitch a Louie. Got killas that are puny, sick and rather loony Baby Beesh, Happy P, and my little primo Goofy I'm the bully with the fully au-tomatic uzi. My Jacuzzi full of floozies ma-king dirty movies. Feed the needy with my CD on TV in Tahiti. Wa-ke up in the morning stretch and smoke me weedees. I used to be the poorest ask Mark Flores now I drive around in a brand new Delores [Chorus 1] [SPM] Ooh Wee We gonna do them bad for sure Ooh Wee Babygirl I thought you know Ooh Wee We gonna get throwed and blowed Ooh Wee Paint the town like Michealangelo Ooh Wee [Chorus 3] [SPM] Daddy bought a brand new car Ooh Wee Now mamma get to shine like a star Ooh Wee Daddy gonna ball till he fall Ooh Wee Now mamma get to shop at the mall Ooh Wee [Baby Beesh] Ay Chihuahua holla on the dollar. Mamma, shake your nalgas and smoke with Ali Babba. I got that goo goo and that ga ga you can call me dada, in the Caddy or the Navi skating Daytons on Impalas. Just like Michael Jackson I go thrilla for skrilla, pushing green pearl and vanilla hands on my nine milli. Baby Bash and SPM we don't like no cops we fidna turn The Dope House into Microsoft. Well there we go again, with that flow again acting like you know again, blow it up like Nickelodeon cleaning up like a custodian. You sure that's him Yeah that's bash. Gone off do do mixed with hash. He's the one po-lice harass he's your future and your past. [Chorus 1] [SPM] Ooh Wee We gonna do them bad for sure Ooh Wee Babygirl I thought you know Ooh Wee We gonna get throwed and blowed Ooh Wee Paint the town like Michealangelo Ooh Wee [Chorus 3] [SPM] Daddy bought a brand new car Ooh Wee Now mamma get to shine like a star Ooh Wee Daddy gonna ball till he fall Ooh Wee Now mamma get to shop at the mall Ooh Wee [SPM] Bought my own limousine, 20 inch McLeans 5 screens with 2 margarita machines high beams, I mean, ballin' since 19 and I still ain't finished counting all my green. A born loser, microphone abuser puffing on medusa at the Lollapalooza. If you introduce her, I bet I'm gonna goose her. I've never been a snoozer, I'm a 600 cruiser. Coming out of Houston with a mouth full of pollution. Mamma wants to put me in another institution I smoke a whole quarter but I've never been a snorter. Your boy SPM I done swam across the border, ha ha ha ha [Chorus 2] [Baby Beesh] I know you find it hard to believe that I am the genie of your lamp and I can do anything you wish but right now I'm commanding you to jam. Ooh Wee [Chorus 1] [SPM] Ooh Wee We gonna do them bad for sure Ooh Wee Babygirl I thought you know Ooh Wee We gonna get throwed and blowed Ooh Wee Paint the town like Michaelangelo Ooh Wee

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