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Boltz Ray lyrics - WOW 1996

One Drop Of Blood

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Standing in the courtroom When I heard, how do you plead? The accuser of the brethren Was staring at me He said, we got your number There is no escape For here are your transgressions, Your failures and mistakes He pointed to the corner Where the scales of justice stood I saw so many failures there There was nothing good And in that very moment When it seemed all hope was lost I said, I plead the blood of Jesus And his death upon the cross CHORUS: One drop of blood Fell to the scales It covered my transgressions And all the times I failed The enemy was mighty He came in like a flood He was defeated by one drop of blood I stood and watched in silence As others were brought in I saw them start to tremble When they turned and faced their sin They offered no excuses They offered no alibis The truth was overwhelming And it would not be denied Their righteousness like filthy rags And nothing they could say They bowed their heads in silence As they were led away But for the true believers Each time it was the same His glory shown around them As they called upon his name One drop of blood Fell to the scales It covered their transgressions And all the times they failed The enemy was mighty He came in like a flood He was defeated by one drop of blood No greater sacrifice has any other made Oh yes he paid the price With every drop he gave CHORUS (repeat 2X)

Native Son

JOHN HIATT "Walk On"
You finally found the mainstream In the middle of your life You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you're locked up tight Tearing down the middle of it Splitting it right in half Bobbing up and down the waves Like a runaway slave On a Huck Finn raft CHORUS: Take your wife Take your family Take your gun Running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone A member of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son Where you gonna run to There ain't no underground If only you could fly You'd cut across the sky Like a rifle round Oh, who are your people And where is your homeland 'Cause they're dying side by side At the river of pride Where we tried to take a stand CHORUS TWICE In the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son

Land Of Hope And Glory

AUSTRALIAN CRAWL "Between A Rock And A Hard Place"
From the clatter of Honky tonk To the quiet of the range Been thinkin bout silence golden Golden silence change Burning nights gets damper And only one moon was cool As the steam of danger rose From a ripple-less darkened pool Came to America stopped out in the west Ain't no shotgun rider alligator on my chest Hotbed of indifference seedbed of so-so It's push and shove - lord above what a way to go Don't say that you love me Just say you might You keep holding me To things you think are right Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh Land of hope and glory Seen foreign soldiers Beachhead, army ducks Seen local farmers In their big red pick up trucks Seen drugstore cowboys Who could not find the range Seen fools in the city Who could do with a change Dined with bog business And I stood for the toast Shunned those screenplay writers In their big home on the coast Stood in catherdrals And breathed hard at the sight Heard rhetoric Do I need that stuff tonight

Attention Span

AESOP ROCK "Float"
[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break concrete! Ox'll spit some shit that'll reflect off the mirror My light beams are mad bright, they stay clever Yo challenge an Ox member, get a vow severed Found your body in the desert (Scavenger's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like Look mom, no hands! I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me You can't add that far yet, that counting is far fetched I treat MC like canines Throwin words at they face to see if they bite when they catch I told you my poetry sponsors Gillette Now you standing there wit razors in your head like baretts Man, if the mic had ass cheeks The sticker in my hand would say priority seating And man, I dunno if it was me or you But your girl was on my dick like she was teethen You play the role/roll, I'll play the poppy seed on top of you The godspeed is actual, that doesn't mean I act usual One of the first MC's to give the crowd full attention Cuz you need love and affection Chorus[Aesop Rock, Vast Aire] 2x If we could absorb every star in the sky We noticed some shine brighter than others, you wonder why It's the simple things in life that turn the pesants into leaders And we know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers [Aesop Rock] I boogie with picket-a-vision, carbon based stickler City piss aroma, therapy coma, clone sitter Itching to pigeon hole villain soul magnet Feelings activate Passionate the germ, and the book met the worm I hold a book of matches captive to flashin For some need flatline Be a thick fatigue episdoe, brewed in batches Flirted curse at perked nurse, broken skeleton patches One muddy veteran collapsed the untapped resource center Housing style pagents My little limbs lassoed catered to wings While mankinds babysteps break dirt and demon I know a crossbreed strung well in the key of Mass times weight times tame semantics Encompassing that which splits lips but never supply and demand it To hell wit plastic, ooh yeah it's splendid Tap it on the shoulder, grab it, tag it, aprehend it Lend it to the devil of a friend it, wrench it back, mend it again It still never renders suspended but finicky picket fences Now every toy dreams to manufacture hearts Start with the diving parts and the blueprints You follow the prescedence set by war pigs of a yester year Let the tears pray Skip a stone over the reservoir to shake the whole sharade Hmm gun play the tumors platoon I couldn't see I fell asleep holding an Appleseed, woke up holding a tree The only bridge I ever burned along this legacy at dance Was the one that linked the cities of Prosperity and Chance Chorus 2x

Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner

ROBBIE WILLIAMS
There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner They're out of sorts in Sunderland And terribly cross in Kent They're down in Hull And the isle of Mall Is seething with discontent They're nervous in northumberland And Devon is down the drain They're filled with wrath on Firth of Forth And sullen on Salisbury plain In Dublin they're depressed lads Maybe because they're Celts For drake is hurrying West, lads And so is everyone else Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Misery is here to stay There are bad times just around the corner There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky And it's no good whining About a silver lining For we know from experience they won't roll by With a scowl and a frown we'll keep our peckers down And prepare for depression and doom and dread We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag And wait until we drop down dead They're nervous in Nigeria They're all going crazy in Crete In Bucharest they're so depressed They're frightend to cross the streets In maine the melancholia Is deeper than tongue can tell In Monako all the croupiers know They haven't a hope in hell In far away Australia Each wallaby is well aware The world's a total failure Without any time to spare Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Suffering and dismay There are bad times just around the corner The horizon is gloomy as can be There are black birds over The greyish cliffs of Dover And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC We're unhappy breed and very bored indeed When reminded of something that Nelson said While the press and the politicians nag, nag, nag We'll wait until we drop down dead There are bad times just around the corner And the outlook's absolutely vile There are home fires smoking from Windermere to Woking And we're not going to tighten our belt and Smile Smile Smile At the sound of shots We'd just as soon as not Get a hot water bottle and go to bed We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag And wait until we drop down dead I like your story Land of Hope and Glory Wait until we drop down dead

Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Raekwon] Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot [Method Man] I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) [*together*] What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money [Ghostface] Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out...

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