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Dynamite Hack lyrics - Superfast

Switcheroo

Original and similar lyrics
I keep to myself like nobody else like no one else I know No one to write, nobody to call, like nobody at all that I can say is it's breaking at the seams that I never thought would split That's just it, That's just it!!!!!!! You do the same thing to someone else that they done to you, Switcheroo, Switcheroo You do the same to the radio, the radio is new The same one I know, say one and go, the same one I know, say one and go Hit the high note running, the high note running I never knew what you had said Two in the fist, Three in the head Check it check it out check it check it out man Check it check it out check it check it out man Check it check it out check it check it out man Check it check it out check it check it out man

I'm Looking For The One

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "Code Red"
Yeah Check It. I am looking for the one to be with me n-aa-oow(now) -(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aa-ooww -yeah yeah-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aa-ooww-(check, check check, check it out) -Can you feel it…Can you feel it I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) you can feel the same way too. -(check, check check, check it out) Come on clap your hands wind it up if your feeling a ride clap your hands wind it up if your feeling the vibe nod your head from side to side, as you ride the vibe, because it's a party all night you cant fight the feeling your feeling because your feeling find but nothing really on your mind, it doesn't matter if your with your crew because you can feel the same way too I came to get down You came to get down You came to get down You came to get down I like a that sound cause it's a party over here party over there party right here Hey And you over there Ho Keep it goin' Keep it goin' Keep it goin' now Keep it flowing keep it flowin' keep it flowin' now, keep it going cause this is for you so You can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with me now-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me now-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaoww(check, check, check check it out) I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) You can feel the same way too-(check, check check, check it out) You know the buck don't stop here, but the buck started here That's why you gotta put my heart in here, to give you that old funky funky funky funky chunky funk that I know you want So get your (?pool) box, so we can pull blocks and shake it up some fly(?fry to lie because we rock and ride. It ain't a (?fresh) about being true because, You can feel the same way too A little something for the radio Ho A little something for the video Ho A little something for the jeeps Ride ride A little something for the streets Hey Hey A little something for the homey's on the blocks A little something for the honeys in their flocks A little something from me to you so You can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with Me aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with You aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with Me aaoowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the-(check, check check, check it out) You can feel the same way too-(check, check check, check it out) Nine tre everybody want to be a gangsta Pup pup pup pup but no more thanks to me You got something you can flip on the other tip. As you get lost in the smooth rhymes I rip Years and years my peers misunderstood, that I make cuts from my guts to make you feel good And if you get it this is for you so, You can feel the same way too Put your hands in the air come on now Put your hands in the air come on yeah Feel the vibe that the jazz and the prince ride The upperground sound that pound and knock you outta ye hide You feeling alright you feeling alright Yeah You feeling alright you feeling alright Yeah Well next time bring a friend with you so they can feel the same way too I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with oohh owww aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me nowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with ..oohhh oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me ooowww-(check, check check, check it out)MV stop I am looking for the one to be with me noww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with noo ..oowww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me naaooww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me noooww yeah yeah I am looking for the one to be with me aaooww -(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with me aaoww-(check, check check, check it out) I am looking for the one to be with you aaooww-(check, check check, check it out) Additional Music Video Lyrics All on the Boat Yeh, we goin' on the boat I surely hope that we stay afloat because if I drown I might die no more burgers and no more fries yeh.

Big Dusty

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Hook 1:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out [Verse 1:] Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot Soak me up like a mop, Know I'm up, know there's levels Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow I came up out of the tomb, don’t drop a L Uh, you don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell To excel, this shit never fails, always excels They been swallowing sons before the double XL Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out I guess I exercise too much when I work out Shows too turnt out return home burnt out Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard 'bout Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a bridge? If I say it's turnt down, do I burn that shit? Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get near it And that's point blank period, know some niggas that fear it Same niggas who know that we the illest Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga [Hook 2:] (Check, check, check it out) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Jack, jack, jack it out (Check, check, it out) [Verse 2:] I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose I guess my CD really shaking the coast Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between your spleen Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean? Shit it's like taking candy from the babies All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and Laters They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I'm spitting ether for? [Bridge:] Yeah nigga Reigning rap supreme in this bitch Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too What the fuck you gon' do when the Era come for you? [Hook 3 - x2:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jock my style [Verse 3:] And I'm from the blocks where they sell Cell blocks rock my mental See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell My flows filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell [Outro:] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out

High Voltage-hybrid Theory Ep

LINKIN PARK
Just do something to tell you who I am, ya know? It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out I've been digging in the crates Ever since I was living in space Before the ratrace Before monkeys had human traits Mastered numerology And bigbang theology Performed lobotomies With telekinetic psychology Invented the mic So I could start blessin it And chincheckin kids to make my point Like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I'll twist my cords Through double helixes And show them what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast the spell of instrumental-ness And all of the emcees that hate us So try on Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity Let icons be bygones I fire bomb Ghostly notes haunt this I've tried threats But moved on to a promise I stomp shit With or without an accomplice Mix media The stamp of approval is on this It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out Akira Put a kink in the backbones Of clones with microphones Never satisfy my rhyme jones Spraying bright day Over what you might say Blood type krylon technicolor type A On highways write with road rage On pages of wind And cages of tin That bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things Sing song karaoke copy madness Break bones verbally With sticks and stone tactics Fourth dimension Combat convention Write rhymes at ease While the tracks stand at attention Attention Meant to put you away With the pencil, pistol, official 16 line rhyme missile While you risk your all I pick out of your flaws Spin, rah blah blah blah You can say you saw It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out

X-Files

HOUSE OF PAIN "Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again"
Truly, I say truly Truly, Truly Well if Jesus is your Lord Then Praise your God And if Islams's your Thing- Allah U Akbar And If you represent the 6 pointed star Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks I'll take ya strait up the lane And block you out the frame Then I freez it Believes it You needs it like heroin Before you git your fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada Makin' ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bada Like Jake LaMatta I can single you out And isolate you like Mato I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano I hit you right below the belt Now you singin' Saprano Talk what ya talk Still you dont know what I know [Chorus] Something for ass Something for cash Some do the knowledge Some do the math Some stick to the road Some stray from the path Some do the knowlege Some do the math Now East Coast- West Coast Wonderin' what's the beef It's goin down rough Like swallowin teeth I say word to Din Lizzy kid, I get busy And I'll knock all of ya'll Off this wonder wall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Quick to be your style From a Fetus to a child I kill 14 billion cells Fuffin L's Stompin devils on all 9 levels of L check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition In fly night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you skim and check feels Off chics in high heels It's all bright and sunny When your holdin big money My Sonics got youth As my mud got honey I can be the king of grunge If I blow my spunge away there's a little black spot on the sun today Which I dont care if my souls are dead so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king [Chorus (2x)]

Last Lieutenants

Paperboys
*yeah, hold on, shit, so smooth, ya..* [Vinni] ey yo I love it when the sky's blue I'm leaning heavy to the side when I slide through red in ma eye, you know how I do ready to ride, me and my crew, veterans high we keep the medicine inside let me guide you were fly tool splitting hash with cynics coz they don't wanna let these bastards in it filling marihuana passed the limit we've been ignored for these past few minutes now I'm sure we're the last lieutenants we get the cash printed while backpackers getting pissed telling me I cant be rapping to this I've got the snap of an immaculate wrist keep it cracking in this natural mist to make it happen, get my track on the list, I'm not an activist I play it cool, the type that likes to stay in the pool with weed swaying through ma molecules I follow jewels while running with rum that's where I'm humming it from coming like, 'Vinni, you son of a gun' Chorus: shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to tell and I ain't really trying to change always puffin a L might as well yo coz I ain't tryin to be like you see we just do the shit that we like to, 'we're high' shit it's really all the same, ain't nothing to see we're only dealing with some change, ain't no fucking for free can't complain, get a couple of g's and roll on and all you funny motherfuckers so long ther eain't nothing you can tell me untill they're hearing the bells that set ma cells free I'm wearing this shell might as well be sharing ma spells where they sell g's staring at fellas that yell please spending parallell cheese, just like me and same recognize same so I reckoned I'd explain for a check in ma name champagne and a second of fame, see I'm reppin for lames mic-checking and I'm stepping up ma game trained for ma turn to spit, It's ma life I've earned the script nice and I ain't concerned with shit payed the price and firmed the grip, learned the tricks of the trade to fix shit like a switchblade, the music-industry is bitchmade dummis and gimmicks and in a few Ill be running this clinic I don't really care for none of your limits, that's on you shouldn't listen to them fools they be wrong too Chorus: these are the gratest hits also known as the only hits how long you think it is before we gon blow this bitch? trade in these bogus kicks, shit sober up and focus work the shoulders, see me vouge-ing like that shit was chic or I'll be six feet deep - hating on the dream still waiting for the cream vacant with the scheme, naked all green with no bacon just skin future science celebrating how they made him this thin I'm breaking it in, awaking in the A.m., working overtime I'll have your folders lined, big up to Copyline the show is signed, sealed, pressed and shipped - just in time, man I guess that's it Chorus: -see ya!

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