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Theatre Of Tragedy lyrics

(Under To The Night)fair And Guiling Copesmate Death

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'gaunt and gnarl'd reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast, and with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast.' 'anon - anon, say i! - the lid aside, crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, the bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, 'sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm, 'tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest - hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm! to be adust for time longer can i not bide, cherish me and sonorously do me laud - hence the heart hale out thro' the chest! for dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd.' misery thee?! - rather misery me! - for in time's durance am i naught but wee.' 'this tender and loving pest i to thee bequeath, thence switly wilt thou errant to 'neath.' 'and to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave, lest fear! - spit i on thy cist and grave! - lest leer i at thee and do bewitch, and the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch.' 'to conquer thee and thy blood for glore art thou my afeard and reluctant whore; irksomely coy, save wiliƩd by alarum, bear this torture and maim with decorum. 'if e'er always was i this blissful and blithe would i resign to but its wee tithe.' 'purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, and to thee will i sing the lull-dull dirge; deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll.' 'burrow to the trothplight with night and devil! - bid him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill.' 'whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst, elsewise will i coerce thine consonantry to turn whist; grasp i the snath and cut off thine breath, 'death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate death, so that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!' for do i solely what he to me liefly saith.'

Only Time Will Tell

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
[Master P] (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though I been out here hustling trying to get dough Got da game in my vein won't change little homies on the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would I die, would I roll, would i retire young, would a nigga get paid be the out come its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall i'm out here tryin to make me a little change stuck in this muthafuckin dope game would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes would a young nigga see P on the news I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled say its mafia damn what a bad deal so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat grab my gat kill off my enemies I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me niggas want P they better come and get me I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme its gonna either be your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) Niggas Die to make covers of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me Not fearing death, just not ready yet two stones to my brother, may his soul rest retaliation is a must fool (huh) some niggas don't play by no fucking rules in this game get so deep so we gotta ride Mama don't trip, don't even cry when its my time to go then I gotta leave but while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin trying figure out if they up there ballin My young niggas getting paid left da earth goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt church bells rangin hoes sangin my nigga's up there for gang bangin slangin dope, pushin cocalies got me stressin down on my knees its a risky life wit a fast pace but where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) [Sons of Funk] I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven will I see my friends or will i go to hell only time will tell [Mac] Head first in this world with my eyes impeel unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real will i survive or will the cold streets shake me will them niggas break me before the lord take me out this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come trapped in a double face not a place to run get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit I stuck with this rough shit screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace and now they tryin make waste of my face but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred i couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste cemetary gates all black suits and limos family tears and flowers no more shows and videos after parties hoes come to a cease young thug caught one slug rest in peace (Ughhhhh) (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)

Hollywood

Kendall Payne
40 days in Hollywood 40 nights in hell How's life in your comfort zone? Out here on sacred ground I'm doing swell The new word is I'm crazy could have told you that before But if you've got the guts to join me leave your sandals at the door Because there's no turning back, no wasting time No giving up on what I know is mine No way I'm stopping not a chance I'm backing down I've come to fight for mercy and take this angel town I hear it so clear it pounds upon my heart Who will give ear, and sacrifice to start Am I alone? If so, it is well with me Do you know that the truth will set you free 40 days in Hollywood, 40 nights in Hell Sweet seduction plagues the streets I know now why she fell But there's no time for distractions and I will not close my eyes I'm hunting for the hurting, desperate in their cries

Time After Time

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
CHORUS time after time, find i question my life how i went wrong will it ever be right? will i rise? will i fall? stand tall continue asking, but i'm knowing only God knows VERSE ONE growing up in the hood as a hard knock i never knew nothing too much about young my only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug instead of the birds and bees, i always talk to murderers and G's that coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody temptation is keeping me steadily going under and I wonder, if i could make it through the thunder cause i done caused so much hurt and pain to some that ain't deserve a thang if i could change that, it would all be rearranged but what's done is done and i paid the price and now i'm like, help me lord, to better my life, my life just give me the chance to prove the world that i can be the man that i am and i plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady CHORUS VERSE TWO so now i'm headed to the chapel and i'm fin' to try marriage it's goin' down yeah, yeah, but what do ya know? who woulda knew that would make situations worse and my curse, nothing i've tried seems to work and i drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray and i wonder if i'll ever see a better day (i need a better day) i've seen much in my time and i think it was too much for my eyes the wickedness pulling me closer to failure everytime i think i'm rising, yeah but you live and you learn and try to make better, gotta get control then follow the Lord and who knows where you'll go, for sho' i can see how i've been sinnin' i'm asking the Lord for a little bit of forgiving, giving CHORUS Repeat 'til fade...

So Put On

Koufax "Social Life"
Skip the remote location of home A healthier dose of drinks I suppose Is what everyone needs tonight It's what everyone needs tonight If a party gets thrown for reasons we know The days at work, and nights at home Then, why not tonight At least come for a while A bottle of wine There's nothing worse than Saturdays alone Saturdays alone On top of having Fridays at home On top of having Fridays at home Your whole weekend alone Why not tonight At least come for a while A bottle of wine There's nothing worse than Saturdays alone Saturdays alone On top of having Fridays at home On top of having Fridays at home Come back to life Give us a sign When was it her heart stopped working tonight Now's not the time to argue Who was the one giving out the lines Saturday night, everything fine Until this problem did arrive What's there to do Where's there to go What will we say when the cops arrive Cause we'll need an answer Think of an answer It was hard to see this young girl die But not enough to bring a change in lifestyle Terrible to see a good friend die But not enough to bring a change in lifestyle Come back to life Save us the time From having to calculate this lie To ourselves, for our sake I wish she would just open her eyes Saturday night, nothing's gone right I'd say it is time to decide The verbal form of sorry is a workout When dealing with a fall out in a small town When friendship stops, so do phone calls I've expected every night since last fall - A time not to forget I want to know what will be of consequence In time, revenge will be healing It's undeniably a long stretch of road At least be civil is a goal I wonder how it will come off When it's so put on Yeah, so put on So put on The backlash of sorry leaves you strung out The feelings of a drama major dropout The acting stopped, so did phone calls I've expected every night since last fall - A time not to forget I'd like to know what now is of consequence In time, revenge will be healing It's undeniably a long stretch of road At least be civil is a goal I wonder how it will come off When it's so put on Yeah, so put on So put on

Thinking To Myself

ESHAM "Bootleg: From the Lost Vault, Vol. 1"
[Esham] Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew It's not what you know, it's only what you proof Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin My favorite number 666, so guess again And if you feel the need to pray, say amen The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment' I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs My style is unisex, for his and hers Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned [various talk and samples] [Esham] One for the treble, two for the devil Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme Some more wicket shit for the very last time I'm not the from old school and new school grade I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day

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