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Stop The Music

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And I hope you feel my pain hope you don't forget my name for the clothes I claim the reason I came tell me was it all in vain I walk ball and chain through the midnight rain I sang ooohoohooh and the man would say: stop the music playing loud and clear coz I don't wanna hear oh lord led them on I hear but it's loud and clear and it's deep inside my soul For damnations near yeah! Raise Some hands say my name and let 'em pray! ( x 4) and I refuse to lose, no I never been the type to quit you probably give up now and just turn back around thats one of many differences because I don't care what the distance is I told you I'd take it all the way I couldnt just walk away and just pretend like I don't have more to say. stop the music playing loud and clear coz they don't wanna hear oh lord led them on I hear but it's loud and clear and it's deep inside my soul they can't hold me down no more they got to let me go yeah! Raise Some hands, say my name and let 'em pray! (x 4) coz I know what I gotta do I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to they told me, give it up it's impossible never bury my head in the sand like the ostriches do and I'm young and I still got alot to prove I can't stop, won't stop, unstoppable elevator broken down more obstacles until I heard another voice from aside the room tellin' me to : stop the music playing loud and clear coz they don't wanna hear oh lord led them on I hear but it's loud and clear and it's deep inside my soul they can't hold me down no more they got to let me go For damnations near yeah! Raise Some hands say my name and let 'em pray! ( x 8) ooh ooh Ruzenas the man

Trippin On Xtc

Jelly Green
Hello, little children, come stand over here, I'm gonna shake it with the hot groove a-right in my ear, Yeah, you're boppin' down Melrose in Daddy's new car, I'm gonna hit you in the nose, and hit you real hard, So I jumped on the bandwagon, big butt toe wagon, Racka-sacka rose but jammin' in your butt, Wait for Ted bass, fuckin' up your face, And the rock out, threw the pub out, gonna wip my multiple sack out, We are trippin' on XTC, hedgin' in our defect sexuality, Don't you wanna bang us? Wanna be like me? We are trippin' on XTC, Now, livin' in, livin' in, livin' in now (halluconagal genius) Are you boys on drugs?? Yeah, Jesus Christ, yeah, he is nice, yeah, Jesus Christ, yeah, he is nice, Huh! Sly, let's do it, let's do it I'm never coming down. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take

80 Bars

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
[Intro: Wyclef] 80 bars, 80 scars Yo, engineer turn me up, yo [Wyclef] I started off in the underground From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks I use to reminisce 'Should I do music or sell rocks' Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's That's when the Angel came to you and said 'It's all a Masquerade' Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space With no trace of what happened last night I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure The romantic type like the movie 'Castle Blanca' Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill' But with no street credibility, your overkill You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you But in the after life, I'ma still touch you Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale That's when the warden say 'I wanna welcome you to hell' Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up I seen him cut from his head to his nuts You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear Back to the silence, no more droppin science Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars Now how you figure I ain't rent a car I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal First Class, caviar in the vel' In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels Remember, the music in the streets like the streets You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song You take me how, you must be high off heroin Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10 Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine I move with faith, I never have doubt I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out But I been here before, from 'Blun' to 'The Score' To 'The Carnival', Ecleftic World Tour I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short That's when the Father said 'Take me to this lesson' They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson I felt that, so I went back to my format Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch Technique 12, Benito hits the watts Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed Now sing along like a negro spiritual No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock I'm too focused, I can see through your lens You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said... 'The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians' [Outro] 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars

Only Solutions

JOURNEY
In the jungle I run tonight Find no peace to logical life No confusion, just wrong or right, oh yeah. Faces, numbers I recognize You don't fool me with cynical lies No problems, no compromise, oh yeah Only solutions Don't pull me down, I just wanna hear Only solutions Oh, it won't be long, it won't take too long Modern times drive me insane Explanations I can't explain Leaves me standing in the rain, oh yeah Solving mysteries with nothing to lose Magic leaves you without any clues There's only so much one man can do, oh yeah Only solutions Don't pull me down, I just wanna hear Only solutions Oh it won't be long, it won't take too long Only solutions Don't pull me down, I just wanna hear Now that the sun is shining Clear vision, clear vision In the jungle I run tonight Find no peace to logical life No confusion, just wrong or right, oh yeah Faces, numbers I recognize You don't fool me with cynical lies No problems, no compromise, oh yeah Only solutions It's my point of view Only solutions Oh, clear vision Only solutions No second thoughts Only solutions No, no, no contradictions People reason People reason No escape

La La La

ALESHA DIXON "The Entertainer"
Ladies and gentlemen Are you ready for this one? Coming back with a different swag Flying high with the UK flag I'm in America, brand new tracks Lady MC with the ?? I'm making delicate diamond hits Transatlantic ?? Can you hear m e 1, 2, check And in my Carnegie dress I rock with the best I bit the apple of pop pop music I've been chained up and then ?? Wanna get out, wanna get down Then if you hear me let me hear it out I'm breaking out Come if you dare Let's paint this down Hands in the air It's going down Oh not, oh yeah, oh yeah If you're with me let me hear you say La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la Here we go now I'm hearing you, hot speaker ?? I'm now an animal that's out of control It's just how I roll, back to the ?? with Alesha ?? Set the ?? DJ is being next See the people jump up, see you're impressed Can you hear me 1, 2, check Can you hear me 1, 2, check Knocking it down and I'm taking a risk Putting it back to the rhythm of this Back in the club tearing it up You wanna see me, yeah, you wanna touch I'm breaking out Come if you dare Let's paint this down Hands in the air It's going down Oh not, oh yeah, oh yeah If you're with me let me hear you say La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la It's a party, all the girls being dressed in Bvlgari Looking out like it's a safari Ready to bounce, ready to crank this party Feeling the drum ... the base for me I'm on a new tip fresh like my lipstick Cherry bomb that crack goes ballistic Don't wanna miss this, yeah you wanna kiss this I'll be the priority on everybody's guest lists Oh yeah Oh oh If you're with me let me hear you say I'm breaking out Come if you dare Let's paint this down Hands in the air It's going down Oh not, oh yeah, oh yeah If you're with me let me hear you say La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la

R.A.P. Music

KILLER MIKE "R.A.P. Music"
[Intro:] I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place. Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen [Verse 1:] What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet Hands gone clap and feet gone tap, El-P beats to make that snap And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing [Hook: x2] This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit [Verse 2:] It's that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly That Willie Hutch and that Mack, it's that blues man, that soul man That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton, I feel it in my bones Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina Simone That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane, that Love Supreme That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] I got things to do, before I meet that glory in the sky And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone! [Hook]

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