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Five Fingers Of Funk lyrics - Slap Me Five

Rise

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Post flow flow my dome is still steaming Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming The city sky is starless on foot because I'm carless But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest That I've gone I move on kept company by neon Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon Fifty in my pocket not much but I can't knock it Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes The Fingers kept it live the energy never died It wouldn't be denied 214 Burnside We kept their heads moving even kids outside You can see them on the street through the stage door gate Ten o'clock even when it gets late Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play I'll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray Take me back to the X-Ray My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through My toes are past numb we've got a hundred more to do They're only getting wetter got to get another up Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut Tack tack tack down the right then the left side If you see Five-O then you'd better step hide Wait until they pass and come around the block again Time to go back to work before this late night ends Over on my left he's holding up another poster Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to His index finger as his breath lingers in the air Water trickles up his arm he doesn't seem to care He doesn't wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper On a late night caper with a state of the art stapler Damn it's getting cold but still we've got to pass the word Plastering the poles from Hawthorne to twenty third But not in front of Fred's or Crocodile they'll tear them down And never cover the X-Ray's 'cause they support the sound Luke will tack it back if it belongs to a friend But if you cover his you'll never see your shit again so watch your Posters... Here we go again after the show again I've got to hit the Streets work my feet and get my flow again All alone and then I feel the pavement on my aching feet Dawn will come before this trip's complete Concrete and light rain stain the city I was born in I hardly feel alive as the horizon whispers morning Walking on train tracks from halls where the name's at I wanted to clear my head but once again all of the pain's back I'm torn between the place I'm in and where I want to be Faith won't wait kid so what's it gonna be Forget it and let it go take no as the answer Or if you choose to do it better get serious as cancer But see I took a peek and looked deep into it And after what I saw I'm not so sure I should pursue it Still I know a half-step is likely to be my last step And playing live beats nine to fives so thrive or hit the casket

New Hymn

JAMES TAYLOR
(Taylor/Price) Source of all we hope or dread, sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan. We hunt your face and long to trust that your hid mouth will say again let there be light, a clear new day. But when we thirst in this dry night, we drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children. And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam, our ears are balked by stifled moans and howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men, clawing at the gates for bread. Even our own feeble hands aim to seize the crown you wear and work our private havoc through the known and unknown lands of space. Absolute in flame beyond us, seed and source of Dark and Day, maker whom we beg to be our mother father comrade mate. Till our few atoms blow to dust or form again in wiser lives or find your face and hear our name in your calm voice the end of night if dark may end. Wellspring gold of dark and day, be here, be now.

No Mercy

Eightball
(music plays in back) Chorus(singing) O OH O O OH O OH It's the playerz night O OH O O OH O OH it's the players night Verse 1: Eightball I'm just loungin coolin maxin in the studio Drankin on the yak smokin fat mac indo five o droptop watermelon flip flop Put her to the floor and watch how fast that ass drop Oh my god the sun is out I feel like ridin G (MJG meet me up at pressure world), alright nigga(MJG-Peace Nigga) Pull up at pressure world blowin on the fat one I'm cool with everyone but still pack a fat gun I gotta meet my nigga MJG ya know he said he got the hook up with a couple of west Memphis hoes Verse 2: MJG Two hoes takin off they clothes Given up they mouth to the pimps of the house Got seveteen dollars in my tank and I think if the hoes wanna have dranks but we ain't cuzz we can't waste time on a hotcap Shit like ridin with a bitch all in my lap I got pimp shit planned for the nine-fo How the fuck you figure I coming through the front door Roll me spliff with the tip up to my mouth fire dat bitch up cuzz its players night out Chorus: x2 Verse 3: Eightball Yeah you know where I'm headin fool Straight to the nigga with the herbs I gotta smoke a spliff so I can calm my nerves Full of yak But a nigga ain't drunk yet Waitin on a beep from this hoe I just met She's a star so I gotta get her put the mack down tight so I know I'm gonna hit her Split her, then get up and leave the hoe bitter cuzz I play her like myself does not want to get her Its still kinda early and I'm losing my buzz Stop by the crib smoke a spliff in the hot tub MJG is in the den gettin chwed on that nigga must be drunk he still got his shoes on I gotta broad in the kitchen cookin steaks I'm puttin on my clothes and I'm bout to hit the highway I got to get out this muthafuckin house so I can splurge on this playerz night out Chorus:x2 Verse 4: MJG Ahhh Shit Just got hit with a heavy quantity of bud hit the chevy, as I flip to the mall scopin out the bitches on the strip Shorts glued down to they hips gotta a special kinda cup for my cognac Cuzz I lean back, take a sip, and show these hoes where my love at ridin down the avenue followin a stranga Stack it to the wall as I fire up another blunt MJG druker than a muthafuckin fish with thirty-seven bitches in my dick I got another destination ain't no use in chillin wit these hoes cuzz bitches want riches And I Being the type of hustler that I am really don't give a god damn B-U-S-I-N-E-double S is what I'm all about Put'em in a middle of a playaz night out (singing in the back)x2 just a G just a Pimp Chorus:x2

True

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Meth] Jeeeez! Now right You know you dead wrong Yo know... Turn me up, turn me up Jab me with a fuckin' spoon You know you dead wrong For this one right here baby, for real Yo, yo, yo Another day, another dollar Sharks wanna bite don't bother 'Cause this rhymes the truth, and The truths hard to swallow Don Dada, hard act to follow See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar My crew want it all This bout is scheduled for one four We can build or we can brawl Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn! Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program [Chorus:] [Meth] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Hot and ah yes My complex got a complex Livin' in apartment complex I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink 5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty Its side ways nine fifteen Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines Are you prepared [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O. My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees Especially them killa's Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey) Too slow ya' blow catterpilla Son got game And he pack a Rosco, fleat coal train Player we ain't playin' Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in... [Meth interupts with coughing] As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it How many suffered For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop Flip flop battery go dead in the clock [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill Port Richmond, now born jungle nill We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin' Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here Called me every name in the book but I'm still here What up doc This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax Rockwilder bring it on back [Chorus:] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.

In Abhorrence Dementia

Limbonic Art
Join in for a dance with the dead A ceremonial requiem for the gods When the moon is drained by all its light On burial ground we gather in the night Burning candles, incantations Witches sabbath with unholy craft Screams and laughter pierce the art Like a haunting chant through the atmosphere The dance is held to the end When the shades of darkness transcend Beside the ancient lake beneath the spelling moon Across the fields of hallowed tombs Join us, walk among us Mysticus Magus Manifesto Spectaculum Mortuus Exercilor We are they who adore the vast midnight skies Where stars they shines like serpent eyes We'll free thy soul from its chain Arrive with thunderstorms and rain From the darkest abyss graveland unfolds Oh hear the distant echoes call The eve of midnight a host supreme Open thy world unseen Eve of midnight He who holds the book of sights Shall be the ruler of the night

Respect

Notorious Big "Ready To Die"
[Verse 1] Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck wild, juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that's when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, 'He's gonna be a Bad Boy' [Verse 2] Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Verse 3] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin' Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all night Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas livin' street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin' In the streets without a gat Nah, nigga you're slippin' If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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