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JOHN DENVER lyrics - Aerie

Readjustment Blues

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(Danoff) Just out of the infantry this morning, I had to pay my dues across the sea. No one back in boot camp ever warned me what the readjustment blues would do to me. 'Welcome to Havannah', said the pilot. 'We must have made a wrong turn on the way. Let's buy some cigars and keep it quiet, if they don't know we're here we'll get away.' Just as I had realized he was joking, I saw we were in Washington D.C. 'Cause there was all the patriotic buildings, just like I had seen them on TV. It must have been a holiday, 'cause there was this parade. People carried signs, I couldn't read, that they had made 'Till I got closer and my heart fell to my socks, there was a battle raging and the air was filled with teargas and rocks. There was the flag I'd fought against so often, the one I fought for hanging upside down. The wind was blowing hard, the dirt was flying, it made the city sky look dark and brown. I saw a girl, she could have been my sister, except her hair was long and in her face. She explained this was a demonstration against the war and for the human race. Now, I've seen a lot of strange things in my travels. Cannibals, yes, and aliens galore. But I never thought I'd see so many people saying we don't want your war! The troops all had on uniforms just like the one I'd worn, but they were all domestic and my duty chose war. They carried guns just like the ones across the sea, except this time, I was the citizen, and they were pointing their guns at me. Yes, I was just a citizen, and I was walking down the street, And it was just that night, the readjustment blues got through to me.

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ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Sample: Have you heard it? Sing along with it. If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it right now. ] [Slug] Bam, the door way opened for me I saw ways and told the story Raw day dreams of holding glory Junior high, Hall way kings Lockin' taggin' MCs Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees It didn't take long to see who would stay strong High school upon Some B-Boys put their gang bangs on But some kept on doing Step on to ruin Others that were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in But what a surprise The passion for being the best Puts a quest for allies to rest Dead In the Midwest where heads Is just a hand full In a land of gangstas Players, replacements, pricks, banjos We scramble To break MCs that may appreciate it Guided by their envy insecurity and their hatred Separated by the gimmie props technique And a desire to be the tops this week I gotta floss the speak Cause talk is cheap Even the broke kids can afford it That's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive But if not We'll keep the mic warm For the next one Respect the artform And make your wishes on the stars born Within the movement Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping From the lines of painted the concrete that reside on lakestreet To the way we close our eyes to sleep And drift through Deep Space 9 type shit To find this I've been around for as long as sound I've been to that not so fresh faze And that not so serious state but I've evolved Metamorphed manifestate I used to be young, dumb and full of vision Like it was religious rituals I made initial decisions I wanted to be a rapper world renowned From Minneap to the Bronx Capture girls and crowns Snap, crackle and stomp That's what I found The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those that don't even listen Formed some crews Rocked talent shows at schools Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record pool I met a grip of people that was bullshit Was down with a lot of people that was bullshit But I bull shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and strangle The love triangle between me the mic and the turntable Went to studios We want to make demos We want to do shows and rock our own instrumentals Do our own production Fuckin' around with this kid Kazir Nitwit engineer Barely knew his own equipment, Atmosphere The prefix was urban Wrecked shows Made friends made foes Overall we made flows And right now as I sit here writing this I'm buggin' off of the people in my life that made me like this Within the movement Fact checkin' Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin' From the lines of painted concrete that reside on Franklin Ave To the dead bird on the elevator To that short in your cross fader I never got lost later For efforts to pester Just throw your hands up in the air like a leper I've been to that not so fresh faze And to that not quite so serious state Metamorph manifestate Well sometimes it rings and I don't answer it That's it no asterisks No thirst to find the circumstances It was planted in me deep It was nurtured and it grew Gave it sleep and nutrition It was efficient let it through There are a few that have developed when I let them in my spectrum For the rest of em I give them just enough to cause infection Not trippin' on attention But if you ofer it it's welcome Open arms patient charms I know the words and I can spell them Seldom is it When one inquisits Do they leave with this interest In fact most begin crave the visits Bringin' me to the table That's it no more no less The love the life the stress Slug, the mic, the mess Tested Yes, I've been tested and I've tested some I'm not sayin' I'm the best Believe I'm not Like the rest of em Just sayin' I'm better than you That's my mind state My rhymes take me into When I check one two I guess some do get pissed But intentions were to inspire Built the empire before I get tired The ones that tear me down don't know it But they're the same ones that build me Now quiet lean your head say, Yes you can feel me. [Sample: Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I? I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a rigorous test in order to find out really what I am. I don't care about? I don't about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I must find out what I am before I die. ]

Adventures Of ...

Above The Law
Chorus To the people thats been locked away for a while Keep your head up To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life Never give up (No never give up) To my people that are lost along the way I'll never forget (I'll never forget) Live your life the way you have to to get ahead With no regrets I used to run with straight cap peelers Hardcore killers To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer Stayin up all night to make ends meet Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law I got tired of seeing the drama on her face All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place So I worked odd job after odd job for the man But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands Im stressed out right about now So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down He said you make 2 G's a drop Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut I'm doing about six drops a week I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain I thank God I never been to the pen But if I had to I'd do it again Y'all better ask somebody (Phone rings) What's up man, this is Vin man -yo what's hapnin man I got some drama with some old playa haters -ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through) old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue Like G's we roll with the ass rocked Like G's we roll with the tops down Like G's we coast til homey past the post Cuz yo we finna get fucked up I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh Can you fell my illustration I'm thick for the penetration No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb Hit it smooth then slide out the room After making you assume the position Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal I was talkin to my partner the other day We was sitting in the mall parking lot He was bout to serve three chicken wings He said shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed So uh, strap for strap even though I rap Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits I through the videos on the table for my young ones Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby Now my homies, I love my Cali scene It's the real thing, its the real thing

Beast Mode

[Song 1] [Verse 1:] Look, Imma tell you bout my life Imma tell you about my life What's wrong in it, what's right That long linen I tried to fight but then I died I resurrect through the night Came alright in a flight, you jokers are flying with me You landed right on my kite You jokers are sippin' sprite, man throw that off People say I'm hard as Hennessy and you soda soft Man I'm talking to my enemies and I'm sorta saw But I treat my music like it's a craft, you imported yours Man I treat my MSFTS like the Lakers - the court is ours Look a nine year old in the face and say you're in charge It's our time to shine little homie - the floor is ours We're the neanderthals lets get rid of these dinosaurs Man the time is ours, we just got a couple hours Get rid of these towers and lets grow us a couple flowers, they won't allow us But our powers are bigger than what we fathom If they told us back then then they know that we would've had em What we don't know is that it was Eve and then it was Adam And they gon hate me for that but I'm flying high as Aladdin And I told you, moving crazy I don't have a pattern Imma go buy me a house on a moon that's orbiting Saturn I live it, yeah I live it, beat you man I already did it I already did it Check it [Verse 2:] Tell these jokers first off, you the worst off cause you got on my bad side Man that's how I felt the first time I saw my dad crying Got on my phone, I had to go call my rabbi man I mean my pastor Oh wait I mean my best friend Homie your nothing less than me when I'm manifesting These crazy verses, I didn't write them I guessed them Other rappers I bless them, I do not beat them I rest them Take a look at my family damn we look like the X-men Oh no no no don't address them Can't you see how they dress them They probably surrounded by models and a bunch of them yes men I'm surrounded by no-men oh no man it's a omen Holden I thought you told em I rode this beat like it's stolen It is, but bro it's golden I had to give em the coldest The flows that I can indulge in before they life is unfolding In front of them, all this time don't kick it none of them Imma stay on the moon you just say when the sun'll come and I'm done I ain't saying I'm number one But I'm a winner a subtle one H-H-how ya like me now? [Verse 3:] Look at me I'm fresh to death I like your neck decapitated And your girl fascinated, ugh and I'm glad you hate it Aggravated, aggravated, aggravated Man I'm mad I made it, now they comparing me to these lames Man these drama sell art don't compare me these stains Man I'm just a consciousness don't compare me with brains I'm a G and that G only gon stand for Genius People are scared when they round you, simple, they never seen this And I'm out Don't be scared to call me the cleanest cause I'm back And I'm taking the spot for freshest and meanest sup with that? Man you jokers didn't believe us till I rapped And I started to speak like Jesus's fetus Lemme introduce you to rap You jokers are bleeding on my Adidas Running faster than cheetahs, I'm sorry you couldn't beat us New school have patience, don't worry we'll be your leaders That's that, lemme introduce you to rap, holy crap R-A-P, rhythm and poetry hit these jokers with the symbol so they gon know it's me It's only G [Song 2] [Verse 1:] Slum slum, don't give the public any food little crumb crumb Deep under the ground military say I'm dumb dumb But you probably dumber, machines guns in backs of the hummers Bullet proof well that should cover the summer (nevermind) It's the truth so bro I'm skipping the stutters I'm sick with my brothers That flouride get you like them fresh clothes fit you Words never see the lights until them rappers spit you and I'm out Just like your night light is Surfing tidal waves up in my dreams like I was Tidus Talking bout the clothes or the flows they the tightest Spirit of a master, head of a ibis Mathematics is precise it's like I went to school in Greece MSFTS Republic, mystery is on the fleece We just the reckless kids who like to skate up in the streets Till our parents call and say that they've been talking to police Now we out, like I'm the priest The precinct is watching me sink like I'm a thief Jumping off a tree and use a leaf as a parachute I freakin' drown these jokers if they ever get embarrassed You stab 'em with the sabertooth I'm breathing like I'm Vader's suit Jaden goes say hey to Zeus it don't fit me like Ace's shoes But I'm acing Dr. Seuss lyrics when the masons lose My mom says that I should take my shoes But I need excuses for the week, so I escape my school You freakin' kids mistaking fake for cool At night I'm watching but end of day I take my steak to school You think I'm weird but fake you skating too The rumors says I'm chilling with your girl don't make me make it true Take your fate and make it blue Take a drake and fly it to the place where they ain't chasing you Paparazzi on me rocking Roxy homie got a box of socks And don't be mad because I'm boxing OGs Charge me like a mophie, you jokers lowkey And bring the bass in, measure everything like I'm a mason The paper chasing is over, this kids amazing I'm sorry this kids amazing We tattle tell with Mason We got a church but we treat it like it's a base and water to put your face in Shoes to do the lacing, corruption when you walk Corrupt you when you talk, what you up to in the dark? It's like, R2-D2 see thru Machu Picchu You can't know this, I should eat you I'm your shifu cut the crap I don't like seafood We could hit the Staples Center bro I don't like people No I don't like people, I'm too selfish and nervous But people say Jay you're the coolest you can't tell on the surface But they listen to the music you can't tell that it's worthless You can't tell that I'm nervous well here's a lift of the curtains It go uh-uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-uh-oh [Song 3] [Verse 1:] You should try to fit your feet in these 9 and a half shoes At 7 learned a lesson, it's only that cash rules Maybe it'd be different if we ain't have bad schools We'd have less people with snapbacks and tattoos The furthest from bad dudes, they've just been corrupted People say I sound like Q-Tip, keep you on the up tip Saying "Jaden, why you tripping, why you change the subject?" But my randomness is what you jokers fall in love with But check it The school system is seriously just a system And anyone under 18 just falls in line as a victim Like take 'em, look at our youthful and see the pain that's inflicted It's like they rented the building, I'm trying to get them evicted They're trying to get us addicted, it's wicked like we gon' stick with this The internet exists you idiot, man, we figured this Human consciousness shifting plates of the continents I never thought that I'd have an army as strong as this and rah [Verse 2:] Futuristic 'ish, revolutionary Man, the truth is buried, don't get it, the truth is scary Screw these corporations, I'm making the core proration With no fluoride in the water to support the nation Man, I'm sick of this So I divorce the nation Then drop the wickedest album hear it across the nation Man, I promise I'd never cross the nation But the boy's a man, I guess I lost my patience [Break:] This is my Michelangelo This is that fly-fly This is for Hov and Jay Brown But I'm out for now, homie, ta-ta [x2] [Verse 3:] Hopefully all you jokers can be as dope as me Once you grow up and go and live your life how it's supposed to be I'm not gon' drop it, I'm in a rocket, I'm in the cockpit Holden brought his own Glock and cocked it, it's in his pocket Man, he shot it while losing pressure, screw these investors I can do it better, screw you and your Louie sweater In 20 years, I'll be a veteran, you better let him in Because I'm ballin' like a letterman- Jacket, let it settle in (Jaden, you are sick!) Screw your medicine Poison me and Imma end up dead again I'm talking to the kids that are enlightened, the Indigo I'm talking about the kid sighing staring out of the window instead of Nintendo You are not alone Man, I'm here for you If I found out that you passed I would probably shed a tear for you MSFTS, we cheer for you, your true extended crew I'd pay for all our sins and I'd even take a speel for you I'm done

World Of Entertainment (W.O.E. Is Me)

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
Well, here's a little something for my people in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children Armed and equipped with much confidence and this is how we're gonna make our living Some are known for bein' biters non-creative and wack rhyme-writers Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam known to the world as a one-hit band Easy come, easy go, yo you had your turn temporary niggas touchin' up your perm You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz Yo, A rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit An entertainer ain't tryin' cause he already is [Chorus] Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment where life imitate art and people get famous Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement where lights, camera, action is the language [repeat Chorus] We was rockin a jam the other night J5 was on the mic so the people was hype Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion the crowd started screamin 'Action Satisfaction' Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire We brought the energy and streetcar named desire We was flippin, they was trippin, how we was old schoolin' needle to the groove, hands in the air movin' and we said to the crowd 'This is the place to be, whether you paid a fee or you got in free' So when you step through the door, the music gets loud Manuever through the crowd to get a better view now [Chorus] To be an MC, you got to be so fresh to have style and finesse way above the rest With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry street poetry in tune with the beat So if you think you got the skills come take a test microphone check if you truly are blessed If you can flow like water and can comprehend you need longevity in this game to win Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes Cause some of these people ain't got no class and some of these folks'll make you beat they ass If you can believe then you can achieve get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans to be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so [Chorus] Welcome party people, while we got your attention There's a few things we'd like to mention The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5 we rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified We got 2 DJs controlling the beat and vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet We're the four horsemen, with words to caution expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and the fellas saying 'ho' and the ladies losin' they mind and the breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin' the cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction Brothers using no tactics to make it happen the rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it [Chorus 1.75X] [cut after 'Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement, where..'] [samples: 'lights' - 'camera' - 'action!']

Lyrical Wizardry

JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A. "Conspiracy"
Intro: Cheek Del Vec Uhh (what?) Trife Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh) My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh uhh) Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec aight) Aight! (One love) Uhh check it (Snake killin ass niggas JM one love) Verse 1: Del Vec Kleptomaniac Del Vec little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day every day of the week Nights in Maxima's and Acura's Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the Honda I'm behind her in the Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect Chorus: Larceny Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns *repeat* Verse 2: Trife, Larceny Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin my guns to protect my ones I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go In the 5-double 0 SL puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip Snakes-murder men formin plots Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop us from gettin the Luchicreno My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life JM shorty's on the run Cocksucker go get your guns Chorus x 1/2 Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block I got shit on lock in Little Rock My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the Benz up for bail Now I'm fucked up in the cut I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks As I look around me, dead bodies surround me Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions Sittin on top, tote Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 Bodyin motherfuckers for this money Chorus x2

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