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The Trapezr Swinger

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Please, remember me Happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range, A piggy bank A vision too removed to mention But Please, remember me Fondly I heard from someone you're still pretty And then They went on to say That the pearly gates Had some eloquent graffiti Like 'We'll meet again' And 'Fuck the man' And 'Tell my mother not to worry' And angels with their gray Handshakes Were always done in such a hurry And Please, remember me At Halloween Making fools of all the neighbors Our faces painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world And then returned And now you're lit up by the city So Please, remember me Mistakenly In the window of the tallest tower call Then pass us by But much too high To see the empty road at happy hour Leave and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down' And 'Someone Save Temptation' And Please, remember me As in the dream We had as rug-burned babies Among the fallen trees And fast asleep Aside the lions and the ladies That called you what you like And even might Give a gift for your behavior A fleeting chance to see A trapeze Swing as high as any savior But Please, remember me My misery And how it lost me all I wanted Those dogs that love the rain And chasing trains The colored birds above there running In circles round the well And where it spells On the wall behind St. Peter's So bright with cinder gray And spray paint 'Who the hell can see forever?' And Please, remember me Seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees You turn from me And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful But never meant to last' The clown that passed Saw me just come up with anger When it filled with circus dogs The parking lot Had an element of danger So Please, remember me Finally And all my uphill clawing My dear But if i make The pearly gates Do my best to make a drawing Of G-d and Lucifer A boy and girl An angel kissin on a sinner A monkey and a man A marching band All around the frightened trapeze swingers Na-na Na-na-na Na-na Na-na...

Life Of The Party

JOE "Ain't Nothin' Like Me"
I Don't Wanna Believe That it's Over You Might See Me Smiling But Inside I'm Dying Too Proud To Let It Show I Ain't The One You won't See Me Crying But it's Hard To Let It Go All My Time On The Tour Bus Wasn't Good For Us And Then You Throw It All Started Getting Around With A Few Choice Chicks But We Had Something Special Plus The Sex Was Sick Do You Remember From The Bed To The Wall On The Floor By The Fireplace I Know You Remember On The Truck Couldn't Wait So We Got Off On The Garden State Somehow We Must Of Got All Turned Around On Last Freeway Now I Cant Find My Way Home To You Oh Girl Still I Get Love In The Hood Still Acting Like My Life Is All Good Still Putting Up A False Bravado When I Lost You I Lost My Winning Ticket To Lotto Still Everytime I Raise My Glass I Try To Drink Away My Past To The World I Might Appear To Be The Life Of The Party But They Don't See Me I Never Thought I'd Be The One Missing Oh, I Can't Take This Emptiness And I Can't Keep Going On Like This And I Can't Keep Pretending That This Don't Hurt Like A Mother Babe I Know That it's Crazy For Me To Come Over I Had To See You I Know I Gotta To Change Girl I'll Do That Quick You Need To Take Me Back Cause The Sex Was Sick Remember When We Used To Ride The Bus Girl How We Came Up Money, career, Chicks And All That Id Give It Up Just To Have You Back 'Cause Money's Only Paper Girl And This House Don't Feel Like Home When I'm Alone Whenever You See Me Baby Remember You all Don't See You Only See What You See On The TV This Is My Reality Girl You'll Get To Know Me

Thugz Cry

BIZZY BONE "Heaven'z Movie"
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic mabe the past would understand if they get off their ass and mash. how do you manage? Paranoid don't eventrust my boys watch for them plot and deploys envoys scopin like a dope fiend But I'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and erase my fund waats niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy Jesus really died, you crucied him to suicide who am I? Local with vocals movin' coast to coast Heaven'll move me right fo sho deception wheather my brethren but sunny days when they parley get killed when they get tah steppin 'member the weapon's close and the doctor said I need time to myself in the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up full of this independence caught up server relentless evil intentions nobody knows em even the henchmen warrior, poet never to mention I love my lady rebel we can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on , and we can get the smoke on... We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes on but my dick'll go soft! Never mix business with your sickness enemy see me flipin in the picnic with your little divided conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my boyz give us achoice how could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one makin noise ain't a breech of trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge ya book by its cover, word to tha mothafuka I.....I din't stutter but what if I lost it and came in the office and nobody lost it and came in the office and nobody lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krazie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Ceasar, Stacks like lil' Pesci N Casino and Wish don't give a fuck! o I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead woke up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of survival tripple six rival tripple six rival member you said I read but I roll with the killas, Niggas that 'll bust you in club you don't feel us strapped in the bed, strapped pickin' up the kids in the realist, the realist, the realest, the realest. It'll make your body shake when its too late soon as you flipped of the safety baby this we all day don't tell me you crazy, will they sell me? Hell naw! For the reason this weepin widow be the deamon so cheap and at least she peepin go peep deep dead in you pockets no sleep Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitches mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attackin me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these casualties well their passing me by but I hear death callin when its so cold in the room who's stallin better come after me, we say fuck y'all all in the battle we, we battle, we battle we.

Pickin Boogers

Bizmarkie
Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records Made the music, Nobody Beats the Biz Well, check it Back in the days before this began He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran The type of female with fly Gucci wear With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talkin' about Nigger, please, you work for UPS Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak And be comin' to all the shows Every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please Dyin' for the day to get skeezed She caught the vapors (4X) I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the days, he was nothin' like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either injail or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin' Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors (4X) Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V He cuts scratch, transform with finesse ...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess Well I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get his job in a record shop He was in it to win it but the boss fronted Said, Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on 'Til the like break of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like next Now for the year of '88 Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss'll be like, Von, welcome to my store Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it Damn it feels goo to see people up on it 'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors (4X) Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town So in school on Nobel Street, I say Can I be down, champ They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day I was never into girls, I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it Instead of tryin' to use it But now things switched without belief Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief? We used to be down back in the days It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors (4X)

Vapors

Bizmarkie
Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew Wel you all know tj swan who sang on my records Made the music, nobody beats the biz Well, check it Back in the days before this began He usually tried to talk to this girl name fran The type of female with fly gucci wear With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair When swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talkin' about nigger, please, you work for ups Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man tj swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears fly valley boots Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak And be comin' to all the shows Every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please Dyin' for the day to get skeezed She caught the vapors (4x) I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the big daddy kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the days, he was nothin' like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type kango tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either injail or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin' Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors (4x) Now I got a cousin by the name of von lee Better known to y'all as cutmaster cool v He cuts scratch, transform with finesse ...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess Well I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get his job in a record shop He was in it to win it but the boss fronted Said, sorry mr. lee, but there's no help wanted Now my cousin von still tried on and on and on 'til the like break of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like next Now for the year of '88 Cool v is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss'll be like, von, welcome to my store Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it Damn it feels goo to see people up on it 'cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors (4x) Last subject of the story is about biz mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of m.c.-deejayin' crews in town So in school on nobel street, I say can I be down, champ They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day I was never into girls, I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it Instead of tryin' to use it But now things switched without belief yo, biz, do you remember me from nober street, chief? We used to be down back in the days It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors (4x)

Human (Outro)

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Fuck it Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it Just respect it and be honored That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa We ain't promised tomorrow I grew up in a single household, my mama was father My uncle was junkie My cousin was a dickhead tryin' to punk me My other cousin got bodied cause of a stupid color My projects is a live set, we shoot at each other Some niggas is 'bout it, some niggas is scared But even the 'bout it niggas fear, the worry is shared Vision blurry, impaired Pickin' up pace in the hood and I hurry to where Same corner store, same faces in front of it Same dice game, same 40 and same blunt is lit Same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick Some niggas is grimy, scheme on who they runnin' with But see I was smart, I bought another clip Never wait to get shot at to shoot, that's some dummy shit It was just me, no brothers or sis No one to tell I'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss Them drug dealers at my door again My mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again I swear when I grow up I'm killin' all of them Man that shouldn't be your thoughts after 10 But that's the life that I was brought up in I never had a choice Walkin' through the livin' room, hearin' my granny voice Like "Don't you be just like the rest of them Your boy [?], yeah they arrested him" But little Joell, he ain't let it get the best of him Fuck it Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it I'm just human I'm only human I'm talkin' pre-music Pre-money, pre-fame, pre-groupies, just highwaters Comin' out the snow, peelin' your socks off yah Freezin' just to find out there's no hot water Man I had packed roaches That couch is 20 years old but it's the best sofa Moms ain't cook yesterday so ain't no leftovers Still every fuckin' Halloween I would egg yolk yah We lit the staircase up with cap gun revolvers Playin' cops and robbers Funny, I'm lookin' back now, we all wanted to be robbers We didn't respect the coppers We used to go up to the roof and throw rocks at the choppers Fast forward, I'm at the table, the rock gettin' chopped up That Reebok sneaker box is startin' to get guapped up Your jewelry and clothes, that's startin' to pop up I'm a teenager now, much more than a monster I stole a Hyundai Elantra and crashed it into a Honda I'm in the backway with a bird and I'm standin' behind her I remember that first feeling, remember that first feeling No condom, I was illin' Dead ass Young, dumb with a gun and just feining to turn you to a dead ass I remember that night I borrowed my nigga Fred's mask And they found son in the street, nobody know what happened but Yeah I still jump out of my sleep Let me leave that right there before I incriminate myself Behind this beat My life ain't sweet It's sort of like finders keepers And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep Keep, I can no longer do I can't keep this all to myself, I must give some to you Before music, the only check I got was summer youth Yeah I'm a rapper but I'm still... I'm still one of you Human

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