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JIMMY BUFFETT lyrics - Coconut Telegraph

Little Miss Magic

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She's constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling And the funny little faces she makes can't help but be appealing She loves to ride through the town with the top down Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin She is my next of kin [Chorus:] I see a little more of me everyday I catch a little more moustache turning grey Your mother is the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic what you gonna be? Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder where that little mind meanders Is she down along the shore or strolling cross the broad Savannah's I know in time she'll learn to make up her own mind In time she's gonna learn to fly Oh that I won't deny [Chorus] It's raining it's pouring Your old man is snoring

Inhuman Creation Station

CKY "Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild"
driving in at work behind speed up the assembly line don't force units together follow the instruction sign this isn't happening a fourth time.. work the parts responsibly place them biologically release the incomplete bury the unfaithful fleet this isn't happening a fifth time.. this blood is flowing through a warped mind.. [Chorus:] see what's inside all the things you will find can you see yourself doing that when you're out on the move seeking something to prove can you see yourself doing that you were in their design, just thrown into a mind and the world becomes a path how the subtle divide manufacturer's bride in the wake of aftermath compatible reality forming separate entities dead heads and holy water we instill the wants and needs work with the team to make the deadline.. modern man cannot survive drowning in formaldehyde inhuman creation station that's where we control your lives and it's been happening since the dawn of time.. this blood's still flowing through a warped mind.. [Chorus]

Sacrifice

THE ROOTS
[Verse One: Black Thought] Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin' But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening My spit take critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder Paris, France to Tip and Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado] I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high [Verse Two: Black Thought] Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block My name Black, the style is unorthodox It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what? My man grab the missile, plug for the gut Now next time beatty stop being such a glut I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts We up close on 'em with toast but no crust It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up Came close to the upmost but no cigar Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars The number one runner with the number one drummer Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder Come on [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Your first impression might be I'm a asshole Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone Recognize I'm a rolling stone No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags Give me the disc or I put it where your body at Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I read an open booklet inside me The star of the story that groove teller got me Through all the dark times part of the business The light be contingent on small forensics My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant It's true so the crew gon' sense it I get in the zone [Chorus x3] The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....

Aftermath

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst"
[Sample: Rocky] You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here I'd hold you up and say to your mother This kids gonna be the best kid in the World This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great Just watching everyday was like a privilage Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you! [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall But even my writers block ends in a fire wall Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme Be competitive coke heads and go line for line Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face Introduce the newcomers to my habitat The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath [Sample: Rocky] Let me tell you something, here right now The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one But you'll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper But better living should be earned, never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans I always managed to do better when his doubts shown I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle I come from where so many people where raised with neglect Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct [Sample: Rocky] Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth But you gotta be willing to take the hit Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody Cowards do that and that ain't you You better than that

Rocking Chair (It's Gonna Be All Right)

Dean Friedman "Well Well Said the Rocking Chair"
by Dean Friedman Well, well, said the rocking chair. It's been a while since I've seen such stark despair. Who told you like was fair? Woa, woa, said the radio, Sit, there are some things you ought to know There is little you can do to stop the pain and it's gonna happen time and time again, but just remember even though it sounds insane, it's impossible to ever love somebody in vain. All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. No, no, said the balcony, If it's pity you want don't come to me. No, nothing comes for free. Yes, yes, said the coffee cup, maybe now is the time to act grown up. If you feel like your world is crashing in, simply dial up your nearest kith or kin. If you open up and let them in, you'll discover that you'll probably make it through once again. All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. Hey, hey, said the table top, don't be making like you're anything you're not. Make do with what you've got . Don't forget, said the cuckoo clock, any parts you need we've got in stock. Take a look at the place you call your home. You're reflected in all the things you own. And the seeds of reason you have sown, they're a measure of a part of you that's already grown. All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right.

God Loves Ugly

ATMOSPHERE
i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp i live life like the captain of a sinking ship the one thing that i can guarantee i'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me been payin dues for a decade plus, before that i was just another face on the bus tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies oh mom, i promise im gonna be large someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car gonna go far, with charisma and skill until they put my face on a million dollar bill atmosphere, its just a ten letter word discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird and if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard i think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak you fuckin freak now keep your days out my week the world keeps a balance, through mathematics defined by whatever youve added and subtracted im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain embrace how i live it, god loves ugly chorus god loves ugly... once upon a time in minneapolis, yo i damn near had to steal the show i stepped on the stage, who is it? my names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other so they can steal each others sound if its all about gettin down with the get down how long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down? appears more clear in its simplest form nobody sees tears when youre sittin in a storm abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships i welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name i held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game when the soldiers started runnin short on rations i began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin make it happen and take this captain to the gallows i keep steerin us into an area thats shallow talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry he said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury so give me some light, a little love and some liquid im gonna creep through the night and put a plug in the spicket and when the water grows and the dam starts to overflow ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly chorus why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen let life be a bowl of melted ice cream or be the deer thats caught in my high beams im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff reality is just too much to bear with paranoid, walkin around careless no wonder youre in love with your therapist go to sleep my little time bomb

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