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..IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW THEN GOOGLE ME BIATCHES....but this is how i feel........................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ .........................................Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, You're gonna fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you. Well I've always had a deep respect, And I mean that most sincerely. The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think. Oh by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train. We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out. You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count. Everybody else is just green, Have you seen the chart? It's a helluva start, It could be made into a monster If we all pull together as a team. And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the GravyTrain......."PINK FLOYD". ............................................................ ............................. was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, Yes y'all! They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction, Magnatized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in code, so it can coin- cide, my thoughts to guide, 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word, 'cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly, But back to the problem, I gotta habit, You can't solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like herion Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator! A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend... (Verse 2:) After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified But this ain't the cinemas of Tales From the Darkside, By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done Make way 'cause here I come.... My DJ cuts material.... Grand imperial. It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack. Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off! Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to see A pasttime hobby about to be Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one- Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder! So close your eyes and hold your breath, And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend...................."ERIK B AND RAKIM"With your feet in the airand your head by the groundTry this trick and spin it, yeahYour head will collapse,and there's nothing in itand you'll ask yourself:Where is my mind?Where is my mind?Where is my mind?Way out,in the water see it swimmin'I was swimmin' in the CaribeanAnimals were hiding behind a rockExept the little fish,when they told me east is westtrying to talk to me to mekoy-koyWhere is my mind?Where is my mind?Where is my mind?Way out,in the water see it swimmin'With YOUR feet in the airand your head on the groundTry this trick and spin it, yeahYour head will collapseand there's nothing in itand you'll ask yourself:Where is my mind?Where is my mind?Where is my mind?Way out,in the water see it swimmin'With your feet in the airand your head on the groundTry this trick and spin it, yeah........................................................ ................................................"THE PIXIES"..................................................... ....................................... Well I need adventure, yes I do, I need adventure every day Gotta have fast cars, wild women, gotta have my fun and play all day I need a wild woman, I need a girl to go down on me Yea, I need adventure, just the kind that they promised you and me Well I need adventure, give me danger, I'll take it in any way I'll take all that you can throw at me, ain't nobody getting in my way I need some wild women, I need some girls to go down on me I need adventure, just the kind that they promised you and me Well I need adventure, come on boys and lets show 'em what we can do We're gonna have a wild, wild party, gonna break out a bottle of whiskey or 2 I need some wild women, I need some girls like you for free Yea, I need adventure, just the kind that they promised you and me.......................................................... ............................................................ ."G.G.Allin"................................................ ................................................ Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head And through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone I said hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone....................................................... ........................................."TOM WAITES"..................................................... ..................................... Verse One You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can't swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I'm driving surviving in the 90's is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she's busted let's discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got balls don't wanna play the field cuz I get lovin' at home base don't gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c'est la vie, much respect girl but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm on with the next girl Chorus Next Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she's crying wolf and I like don't wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she'd tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c'est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you're my ex-girl cuz I'm straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how's my sister then asked how's my brother didn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like ya every time I left for your crib yo he'd really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin' yes darlin' was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin' to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c'est la vie, much respect girl but now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girl out...Chorus................................................ .............................................."GANG STARR"...................................................... .................................... So messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be Face-to-face And I'll lay right down In my favorite place And now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Well c'mon Now I'm ready to close my eyes And now I'm ready to close my mind And now I'm ready to feel your hand And lose my heart on the burning sands And now I wanna be your dog And now I wenna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Well c'mon ............................................................ ................."IGGY AND THE STOOGES".................................................... ..................... The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all the skies were never blue the stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you I know you won't believe these thing I tell you I know you won't believe your heart has been forewarned all men will lie to you and your mind cannot conceive now all depends on what I say to you and on your doubting me so I've prepared these statements far from true to fuel your disbelief The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all the sky was never blue the stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all the sky was never blue the stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you I never cared for you ............................................................ ................................."WILLIE NELSON"..................................................... .................................. Last night a little dancer Came dancin' to my door Last night a little angel Came pumping on the floor She said a Come baby I've got a license for love And if it expires Pray help from above Because In the midnight hour She cried more, more, more With a rebel yell She cried more, more, more Owww In the midnight hour, babe More, more, more With a rebel yell More, more, more More, more, more She don't like slavery She won't sit and beg But when I'm tired and lonely She sees me to bed What set you free And brought you to me, babe What set you free I need you here by me Because In the midnight hour She cried more, more, more With a rebel yell She cried more, more, more Wowww In the midnight hour, babe More, more, more With a rebel yell More, more, more He lives in his own heaven Collects it to go from the seven eleven Well he's out all night to collect a fare Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair Oww Ha I walk the ward for you, babe A thousand miles with you I dried your tears of pain A million times for you I'd sell my soul for you, babe For money to burn for you I'd give you all and have none, babe Just a, just a, just a, just a To have you here by me Because In the midnight hour She cried more, more, more With a rebel yell She cried more, more, more Wowww In the midnight hour, babe More, more, more With a rebel yell She cried more, more, more More, more, more Oo yeah, a little baby She want more More, more, more, more, more Oo yeah, a little angel She want more More, more, more, more, more,....................................................... ......................................"BILLY IDOL"....................................................... ...................................... I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream. Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do In anger unkind words are spoke that make the teardrops start Why can't I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry You know you need and want my love yet you're afraid to try Why do you run and hide from life,to try it just ain't smart Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart....................................................... ......................................."HANK WILLIAMS SR."........................................................ ....................... Funky fresh on the microphone Too $hort Too $hort [ VERSE 1 ] See, I'm fresh like always, I'm comin at you And you know I won't stop till I'm through So get on it. now is the time Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme At you, cause I'm jammin, so check me I play the music, even made the beat Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin On you, boy, I'm poppin the most I come from Oakland, don't play me close Cause I'm a player, love to play this game I get funky out here, pumpin the name Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it Fat bankrolls in my pocket Call me 'the dirty rapper', I'll say, Sure But I'm a young black entrepreneur I'm an MC, right? I own a company too Programmed the drums and made the groove So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man I hope it's not hard for you to understand I'm the businessman, it's not the same I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin the game And you wonder why I can't get no peace I'm makin more than the chief of police I'm Too $hort [ VERSE 2 ] Now that I've established one fact I came here to rap You got a choice to make about me Can I get busy, are my raps too weak? Boy, you're too grown, don't say I'm borin Just because you know I come from Californ- ia where many rappers get no respect I'm at home in a tape deck I get played and played until it's all played out Sucker MC's come to my house They want a contract, get signed up But like toys they need a good wind-up Then the other suckers, sayin no names Rap on the mic and use New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas Now nip, dip, roll the strip Gonna take your mind on a serious tip Like always I made the beat funky I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie I got to say it before I break I never rap fake Cause I'm Too $hort [ VERSE 3 ] See, I'm fresh like always, no sweat It's time to jump back in the mix and get On it, now is the time Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme I sell records everyday And still I get no radio play I got homies, they love my beat So you hear me all over the streets A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep The kinda tape you'll always keep So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son It ain't free, go and buy another one Like a costume party on Halloween MC's pop up on the scene So you made a record, I saw your poster I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer Won't say who's best, I just tell you the truth You're not makin money, so it couldn't be you So if that leaves me, Too $hort, baby I keep it in tune like do-re-mi With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple Take that, it's a Too $hort rap It's on you, boy, I'm poppin the most I come from Oakland, don't play me close Cause I'm Too $hort [ VERSE 4 ] Nobody does it better Tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort I take a limousine to the airport Fly first class, never ever last Cause a brother like me, I pay cash Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night Don't look now, but I'm shinin bright I know you wanna hear my triple x Foul language, girls and sex Well, I'm gonna tell you bout livin the life Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know? When you drop out of school and start smokin dope It goes d-u-m-b You're lookin for some d? Then start tweakin, it's goin on You don't like it? Well, play another song I got rhymes, you wanna hear? I sing em every day of the year You try to get it, you think you got it I hope you like it, cause you sure can't stop it This rap is so funky fresh Too $hort, baby, in the flesh And if you ever say I'm through So what? I'm makin more than you Cause I'm Too $hort....................................................... ........................................."TOO $HORT"...................................................... ...................................... Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich And welcome me back to town Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour And I'll tell you how it all went down Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town And I remember something that you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down And they all led me straight back home to you We flew straight across that river bridge, Last night half past two The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we Went rolling through Billboards and truckstops passed by the grievous angel And now I know just what I have to do Cause I headed West to grow up with the country Across those prairies with those waves of grain And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee (Instrumental) And the man on the radio won't leave me alone He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee The news I could bring I met up with the king On his head an amphetamine crown He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt And headed out for some desert town Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town And I remember something that you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down down down And they all lead me straight back home to you Twenty thousand roads I went down down down And they all led me straight back home to you......................................................... ..............."GRAHM PARSONS & EMMY LOU HARRIS"..................................................... Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly mine Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels The killing moon Will come too soon Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly mine Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him You give yourself to him La la la la la... Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him La la la la la... Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him La la la la.......................................................... ................................"ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN"................................................... ................... Am I gonna be alright? No I'm not gonna be alright Nothin' is alright now Am I gonna see the sun come up? Or am I goin' down? 'Cause everyday I'm here All I feel is sheer Agony Friends tellin' me that maybe I need Some psychiatric help Yeah, they're always so quick to tell you Just how to get on with it I look into the mirror And all I see is age, fear And agony If I could just remember what is was like When I was younger Before all the joy and happiness Was replaced with hunger Now all I've got to show For the seeds that didn't grow Is agony....................................................... ................................................"THE EELS"....................................................... ........................................FUCK THIS MYSPACE SHIT....EVERYTIME I WRITE IT A CERTAIN WAY IT DECIDES TO PUT IT ANOTHER WAY!....WTF!!!! MyGen Profile Generator