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APHRODITE'S CHILD lyrics - It's Five O'Clock


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When the stars begin to shine The wind is flowing through my mind Flocking waves the sea arise again A vision calling from the sea See it talking up to me I feel a strange force Pulling me over you Annabella Annabella it's you And when we dance again Up in the velvet sky The moon is rise and high We have to say goodbye Ahhh yeah... The dawn is rising from the east And seabirds call me back to be Alone without your memories once more The sand is warm beneath my feet To stay again and I must live the time The time I am forced to spent without you Annabella Annabella Without you And now you're gonna dream I kissed and touched your hair And that our love is shared Before we say goodbye Ahhh yeah When the sun has gone to sleep And seabirds rest their weary wings Fairy nights with candle light and stars Melt the skies, a deeper blue I am here, but where are you? Can't you hear me calling you on the sea? Annabella Annabella Come to me


PULP "Intro"
You said you wanted some space ... Well is this enough for you ... This is what you've waited for ... No dust collecting in the corners ... No cups of tea that got cold before you drank them ... Tonight ... travelling at the speed of thought ... We're going to escape into the stars ... It doesn't matter if the lifts are out of order ... Or the car won't start ... We're rising up ... above the city ... over forests ... over fields ... Rivers and lakes ... into the clouds ... and up above us ... The whole universe is shining a welcome ... Did you ever really think this day would happen ... After days trying to sell washing-machines on your own ... It looked like we never left the ground ... But we're weightless ... floating free ... We can go wherever we want ... solar systems ... constellations ... galaxies ... I'll race you to the nearest planet ... How may times have you wished upon a star ... Now you can touch it ... you can touch the stars ... Go on ... don't be afraid ... 'I only wanted some space' ... Well is this enough for you ... Is it ... Well the stars are bright ... but they don't give out any heat ... The planets ... are lumps of rock ... floating in a vacuum ... Yeah, space is cold ... when you're on your own ... I think it's time to go home ... pulling my strings ... Like a kite that flew too high ... and now it's time to come down ... Look out below ... Wait 'til I get back ... You can see something ... You can see space ... but now I know ... it's O.K. ... Space is O.K. ... but I'd rather ... I'd rather get my ... I'd rather get my kicks down below ... oh yeah ... come on ...

Long Way Home

DOM KENNEDY "From The Westside With Love"
I think this is about that time we ride out again We gon' hop on this 101, take it to the 110 Wrap it around to the 10 Exit Crenshaw, maybe exit Arlington Make that right on King Take it on in to Leimert Pull up, you know, watch the stars And just reflect... Yeah We the fireworks that light up the city It's a rare occasion when I bring both chains out Show 'em what that game 'bout Welcome to the party, let me cross your little name out First beat that came in, first hit that came out I'm the type of guy them R&B girls be singin' 'bout Tryin' to become a man, and all she think I do is be hangin' out Time costs money now, and ain't life funny How I could spill the whole bottle like "Pshh, it's just some hundreds now," We used to be them little niggas, we runnin' now And any time we see a Polo store, we gotta shut it down Cleaned up nicely, golf jacket, button down A belt with 2 G's on it Let them hoes squeeze on em I make a girl drop to her knees, then she freeze on 'em I tell her we like Method & Mary; all she need on 'em I try to open my heart on these beats, then I bleed on 'em So when I take the long way home, I don't speed on 'em A T-Bone Steak, two eggs, a little cheese on 'em Since a juvenile, I was like "400 Degrees" on 'em Yeah, yeah, if that ain't cold My Jordans from '85, homie If that ain't old I'm the realest nigga out Shit, if that ain't bold And I'm greater then and now Shit, if that ain't flow And I'm shining like a king, bitch If that ain't gold I think I'm gonna take the long way home Yo We taught each other how to hustle, it wasn't handed down And if you didn't feel me before, you understand it now I used to didn't ask for much, but I demand it now It's people relying on my talent, so I can't panic now I used to love to chase women, but I can't stand it now Your nigga had a Maserati, but he a mechanic now And it ain't nothing I can't have on this planet now All because I took my dreams and I planned 'em out Then I made a wish, then I man'd it out Y'all stood in line, I was standing out I was landin' in, you was wiping out I was stealing bases, you was striking out I earned my spot, they hyped you out They liked your look, then they typed you out They didn't put you on, they psyched you out They didn't mic you up, you just got Tyson'd out So take this home with you I'll probably sock you out before I do a song with you I've been killin' shit since "This Where I Belong" with you And I wrote this on the long way with you So take this home with you I know sometimes I make you cry But I belong with you And not speakin's the only way I get along with you And I wrote this on the long way home with you I do appreciate y'all stopping by tonight Everything's going good as you can see As I reach my final destination I just wanted to ("You know" [repeated x16]) You know, provide y'all a little inspiration Leimert park is the perfect location Yeah And I go by the name Dom Kennedy Gone


SUBLIME "40 Oz. To Freedom"
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson A little competition comes my way Badaba And it always winds up the same But the stone that the builder refused Shall be the head cornerstone Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson Enough DJs come with enough, enough stylee But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley 'Cause there ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh, you better be strapped with your Gat if you wan walk with me I bound to come down with the new stylee Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music Gonna come down with the new lyrics 'Cause it Just ain't no thing Oh, I said It's been a real long time Oh, but there Ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh, oh, yeah Rubadub blender A newer mixer so I am one DJ with enough flava It go Here I go, here I'm come Heara the dubbed down DJ Lord have his grilled cheese I mean, ah I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak (Ha, ha, ha, tweakin') (D*m*) Hold on, though we call it ghost rider Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, wa, wa Ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh, oh, yeah Dreddy got a job to do And we might fulfill his mission To see his pain would be his greatest ambition But, ah, we will survive in this world of competition Shooting guns and our ammunition Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go I won't wait so long, mmm I said I won't wait so long for you Oh, oh, yeah Mmm, mmm Ooh, oh Hard to get so Much Mmm, mmm Stop your messing around Ahhh Better think of your future Ahhh Time you straighten right out Ahhh Or you'll wind up in jail

Friend Or Foe '98

JAY-Z "In My Lifetime Vol. 1"
[Verse One:] I'm done talking Ran up in the spot gun smoking Shot it in the air, one woke him Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo Thinking to himself what done provoked him His thoughts is racing like a vulcan I swear I saw a lightbulb when He finally figured out who was the culprit I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when I told you don't ever ever come around here no more Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down This time you're really going to listen to Jay now I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me But I was like 'Nah', Chromes had to know he was wrong And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song Plus you promised And that's really no fun Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon But my mind's like a flower in bloom *** my eyes just scower the room I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town Money well invested, rudely interrupted Jamaican accents *** A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them Take that ice up, for the nicest MC And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable Friend or foe BIOTCH!

Race Against Time II

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
Yeah, yeah, uh huh Race against time, ha part two You know, haha, Uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Nothin like the future [Verse 1] Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock is all stashed up Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste To give chase, I put a hole in your fin But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood I would die if I could, Rule the lion And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in" [Chorus - 2X] Race against time, I - can't stop Runnin through the red light - livin my life Even if I'm gettin too hot Still I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din" [Verse 2] Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six This cocaine was heavily mixed And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] [Verse 3] If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it nigga So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different But this the same old criminal vibin I ain't hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus]

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