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R.E.M. lyrics - Document

It The End Of The World As We Know It

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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... (It's time I had some time alone)

Watch For The Hook (Dungeon Family Mix)

Cool Breeze "East Points Greatest Hit"
* some words from the intro are left out - this is as it appears on the CD single [Andre Benjamin] Never has ev-ery member in one crew been so diverse Tryin to outdo the last verse that I birthed, that is my curse Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons Grab the sharpest No. 2 then I'm stabbin Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testin Somebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testin [Witchdoctor] I fly through the night, yeah Mixing 'Card with some Sprite, lyrics we put inside ya Listen to these A-T-L riders (hooo hooooo!) Keep your head straight, the street's full of snakes Slithering, making.. deals, delivering UHH uh uh, that weed got you shivering Paranoia, fifteen hundred go to the lawyer after paying his rent, dollars and cents They're stealing pit-BULLS, put up a fence We movin on, tell the crew it's on [Cee-Lo] 'Kay, here it go They call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-loh I'm one fourth of the migh-ty G-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya like some Folgers ? ya now Get in touch with your clothes [Cee-Lo] Tellin ya home Anybody disrespect my zone we gon' get it on til we get it gone And y'all might get it right but you gettin in wrong Or you gonna get shot and blown [Khujo] Out here the volume workin ? Stankin cops get your skull split and gettin with it figuratively It's just that I showed them now they tried roll out Hopin we'd be on, back in the weight room son Think of a spot, we'd keep all day Choppin for the live spots The thug, take your hairy soul like ? I withdraw! [Big Gipp] Yeah, look here, been here Dis here's, diss year's Get one of the five to lay it down round here Gold and the platinum all over the walls If you ever shake the hook, go and have big balls Laid it down hard more than one {fuckin} time Go ahead and get it gone, now I'm out my mind Went from hubcaps and 30's to the hundred spoke People still talkin bout the last rhyme I wrote Eighty-seven was the year that I first stepped in I'm hollerin at Big D, doin time in the pen, I say [Big Boi] Whenever the dope boys, done crept in Steppin all over your best friends No wea-pons, the lyrical lessons and smoked out sessions The Young and the Restless Some of the best in the Dirty South and Midwestern, hemisphere They wanna be this here, the fate of B-O-I gonna run these verses and make you see this here {Niggaz} tried to jock it I put my plug off in they girl's socket Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it Lock it, down (yeah, yeah) [T-Mo] The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher SouthWest young brother, bringin the pain through your speaker! It's like a disease to fiend for the cheese you need Come up and ease the feelin, exhibit and chillin while dealin with the devil himself, increase my wealth be more than tanktops the average minimum weight College brethern, these days done changed the recipe Steady taxin, creatively maximize, with proper investments Can't be hesitant, with them dead president or you lose, or you could lose your ? but no tools [Cee-Lo] For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D-F For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D-F [Cool Breeze] I know a whole lot of brothers in the rap game But most of them are in it for the shiny thangs They wanna snatch all ten, maybe stack about fo' They wanna live in the house but don't want no grass to grow See what you need to do is learn the tricks of the trade Go to work, put it down, and den get paid It's only two of us gon' get caught for makin the sale I'm one, and if you the other bro, I can't tell Cain't nobody think they come in, and get in the zone Tryin to kill fo' birds, with about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook! The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook!

Let The Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B. Rakim "Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"
I'm the arsenal I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet-proof vest Nothin' to ricochet ready to aim at the brain ~Now what the trigger say Tempos triflin' Felt like a rifle Massage 'n' melodies Might go right through Simultaneously like an Uzi Nothin' can bruise me Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me So re-load quickly And you better hit me While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit me You steppin' with .007 Better make it snappy No time to do your hair, baby Brothers are bustin' at me Beats and bullets pass me None on target They want the R hit But wtch the god get Quicker, the tongue is the trigger 'Cause I'm real fast Let off some rhythm at 'em Let 'em feel the blast Penetrate at a crazy rate This ain't no .38 Hit 'em at point blank range And watch 'em radiate Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done wit' em You ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em I push a power that's punishable Better be a prisoner The hit man is the Brother wit' charisma Showing you that I have Powerful paragraphs Followers will become leaders But without a path Ya mentally paralyzed Crippled ya third eye Rhymes are blurred Then it occurred that you heard I Reduced the friction with crucifixion Let loose the mix then Boost the piston Eric hit 'em with' some of that Cut like a lumberjack And me gettin' hit back It won't be none of that I'm untouchable You see me in 3-D When I let the rhythm hit another M.C. Lyrics made of lead Enters your head Then eruptions of a mass production Will spread when Music is louder Full of gunpower Microphone machinery When I see a crowd of Party people pumpin' Their fist like this Ya hide in the back Thinkin' that I might miss But the R is accurate Plus I'm packed up with Educated punch lines that I have to hit Whatever I aim at I line 'em up Ya body is weak, feel with pain That time is up You been hit with somethin' Different, isn't it? Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent Nothin' can harm me Why try to bar me You couldn't come around THE RA with aN army You'll get wrecked by the architect So respect 'em I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em With radiation Put 'em by the basement Bust his chest open Bash his face in Let it split 'im Since he brought his main man wit' 'im He ask me how I did 'im I let the rhythm hit 'im Let it hit 'im Dance floor's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhyth with ral rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on the mike There's a slight chance The crowd is crucial M.C.'s grounds are neutral Now that you're here let me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour Now it's a HABIT Ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention: follow directions real close Keep out of reach of children Beware of overdose Too many milligram NO ONE made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man Ideas for the ear to fear Might split 'im He'll never forget 'im He'll rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up If I slow up, THEY'LL catch up, hell no Wicked as I kicked it Don't need to remix it 'Cause I prefixed it Reversed and switched it To perform to perfection Section for section Rhymes keep connectin' Ya guessin' what's next an' Blood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbit' 'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain Travel through the brain hit a vein Then remain, let it radiate Vibes will vibrate Why did you violate Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak Moans now the tone is ingrown After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone Before I get that fifi I met Whisper I wanna reach HER intellect Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect So I shine and let the write reflect Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older Lay her on my shoulder EEverything I told her Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er And you know how I did 'er Me and the rhythm hit 'er

Between Here And Gone

Carpenter Mary-Chapin "Between Here and Gone"
Tonight the moon came up, it was nearly full Way down here on Earth, I could feel it's pull The weight of gravity, or just the lure of light Made me want to leave my only home tonight I'm just wondering how we know where we belong Is it in a photograph, or a dasboard's poet's song Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong Should I find myself between here and gone Now I could grab my keys, peel out my truck With every cent on board bringing me their luck I could drive too fast like a midnight sleeve As if there was a way to outrun the grief I'm just wondering how we know where we belong In a song that's left behind, in a dream I couldn't wake from Could I have felt the brush of a sould that's passing on Somewhere in between here and gone Up above me Wayward angels A blur of wings and grace One for courage One for safety One for 'just in case' I thought a light went out, but now a candle shines I thought my tears wouldn't stop, then I dried my eyes And after all of this, the truth that holds me here Is that this emptyness is something not to fear Yeah, I keep wondering how we know where we belong After all the journeys made and the journeys yet to come When I feel like giving up instead of going on Somewhere in between... Yeah, I'm just wondering how we know where we belong Is it in the arc of the moon leaving shadows on the lawn In the path of fireflies and a single bird at dawn Singing in between here and gone


REHAB "Southern Discomfort"
I am the everything the all knowing The omnipotent one I watch the fields I do not feel I circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected You stare right past me undetected I am only here when you expect it And feel a sadness undescribable I hange here motionless holding a bible No revival I died and became apathy Then married vacancy Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency I do not exist in your world I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line Now all I have left is my mind Which judges all of you Analyzes your dumb philosophies Inwonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology But you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness And I can't understand why I'm the only one that feels like this It's all piss, I flee Out of all the people that have left me The one I miss most, is me I am the scarecrow and I am so alone And I've seen thirty years of down time The face of a clown, a stick for a spine From a grandiose small town mind And crows fly all around mine They shit on my shoulder I got no voice, no mobility I get older, heated but colder No yield in my field, fuck my opinion I stare at your houses in the distance Silent persistence at night windows glisten I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway So I remain against the grain I've seen sunny days with rain Busted knuckles and pain and never complained Dirt is my domain, my view is plain But I'm invisible, sound mystical Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly The only one who understands is little Billy when he's lonely Make me feel something, make me worth a damn Make me new again, make me a fuckin' man Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go And if you knew what I know, sometimes one does not reap what he sews The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze And only God knows why that's the way it goes I am the scarecrow and I am so alone

You're A Customer

EPMD "Strictly Business"
[Erick Sermon] Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MC's cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage [Erick Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, and then I yell checkmate You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying That's Erick Sermon Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold keeps the place jumping And if not then we feel like we owe you something Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be fresh To make you dance until there's no one left Cause you a customer [Erick Sermon] Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say Hmmm I got him [PMD] Whenever MC's, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes ain't valid As we go on, sucker MC's sound wacker Like a parrot says Polly want a cracker [Erick Sermon] It was a record test, nothing we can't handle At the house they had the mics on the mantle Looked at the DJ and said May I? Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Woah, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor As the P gets stronger, MC's get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MC's surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles because the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle You a customer [Erick Sermon] I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I feel like balanced, you know what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, to release the steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then jam it up [PMD] You said you see me jamming in New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know, you must have been jocking How do you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Well search upon me but don't go past the limit Here's a card and on the back is my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the good time playing Bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MC's duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say Forget it [Erick Sermon] People say that I'm a party pooper To tell the truth I'm a born trooper You a customer

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