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Thread started 09/18/03 3:53pm

Sweeny79

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blablahblah version 320

Diana Krall-Devil May Care demon

No cares for me
I'm happy as I can be
I learn to love and to live
Devil may care

No cares and woes
Whatever comes later goes
That's how I'll take and I'll give
Devil may care

When the day is through, I suffer no regrets
I know that he who frets, loses the night
For only a fool, thinks he can hold back the dawn
He was wise to never tries to revise what's past and gone

Live love today, love come tomorrow or May
Don't even stop for a sigh, it doesn't help if you cry
That's how I live and I'll die
Devil may care

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Reply #1 posted 09/18/03 4:00pm

Handclapsfinga
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james brown, "i don't want nobody to give me nothing (open up the door, i'll get it myself)"

I dont want nobody to give me nothin'
Open up the door, hu! I'll get it myself
I dont want nobody to give me nothin'
Open up the door, Ill get it myself
I dont want nobody to give me nothin'
Open up the door, hu! I'll get it myself

Do you hear me?
I dont want nobody to give me nothin'
Open up the door, I'll get it myself

A-dont give me denegration
Give me true communication
A-dont give me sorrow,
I want equal opportunity,
To live tomorrow,

Give me schools, ha
And give me better books
So I can read about myself
And gain my truer looks

I dont want nobody, to give me nothin
Open up the door, huh, I'll get it myself
Do you hear me now, now?
I dont want nobody, to give me nothin
Open the door, huh, I'll get it myself

Some of us try as hard as we can
We dont want no sympathy,
We just wanna be a man

I dont want nobody, to give me nothin'
Open up the door, huh, I'll get it myself,
Do you hear me?
I dont want nobody, to give me nothin'
Open up the door, I'll get it myself

We got talents we can use on our side of town
Lets get our heads together, and get it up from the ground
When some of us make money,
People hear about our people

Ha! gotta grab out a-honey
Forget about honey
Do ya now, let me hear
Hey!



Come on, I've got to have it
Come on, I need it
I got to have it, come on
I got to have it, oooh
Ha



Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Play with the band somethin'
Come on, baby
Come here now
Gotta get it

Got to get myself together...


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Reply #2 posted 09/18/03 4:04pm

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Handclapsfingasnapz said:

james brown, "i don't want nobody to give me nothing (open up the door, i'll get it myself)"


worship dancing jig worship highfive
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Reply #3 posted 09/18/03 7:13pm

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Break On Through (To The Other Side)

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yeah!
C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Oh, yeah!

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Reply #4 posted 09/20/03 7:56pm

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Inner Meet Me - The Beta Band

Inner meet me, oh you can't decide (repeated)

Last night I dreamt that somebody fell asleep between my knees
I couldn't help it all my thoughts were rejected by a boy who called me
Last night I dreamt that somebody fell asleep between my knees
I couldn't help it all my thoughts were rejected by a boy who called me
Last night I dreamt that somebody fell asleep between my knees
I couldn't help it all my thoughts were rejected by a boy who called me


She said to me
Keep yer head up
Never show up
Keep it all in never dream alone
Away on a star
Who is too far
Say what you feel


Never dream alone
Never dream alone

If you can feel that the light is on the ceiling
Then you can't see past your nose

I never listen but


She said to me
Keep yer head up
Never show up
Keep it all in never dream alone
Away on a star
Who is too far
Say what you feel


Never dream alone
Never dream alone


Inner meet me, oh you can't decide (repeated)

Last night I dreamt that somebody fell asleep between my knees
I couldn't help it all my thoughts were rejected by a boy who called me
Last night I dreamt that somebody fell asleep between my knees
I couldn't help it all my thoughts were rejected by a boy who called me


She said to me
Keep yer head up
Never show up
Keep it all in never dream alone
Away on a star
Who is too far
Say what you feel


Never dream alone
Never dream alone

She said to me
Keep yer head up
Never show up
Keep it all in never dream alone
Away on a star
Who is too far
Say what you feel


Never dream alone
Never dream alone

[This message was edited Sat Sep 20 19:59:06 PDT 2003 by Sweeny79]
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Reply #5 posted 09/20/03 8:13pm

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"Single"- Everything But The Girl

I called you from the hotel phone
I haven't dialled this code before
I'm sleeping later and waking later
I'm eating less and thinking more
And how am I without you?
Am I more myself or less myself?
I feel younger, louder
Like I don't always connect
Like I don't ever connect

And do you like being single?
Do you want me back?
Do you want me back?
And do I like being single?
Am I coming back?
Am I coming back?

I'll put my suitcase here for now
I'll turn the TV to the bed
But if no one calls and I don't speak all day
Do I disappear?
And look at me without you
I'm quite proud of myself
I feel reckless, clumsy
Like I'm making a mistake
A really big mistake

And do you like being single?
Do you want me back?
Do you want me back?
And do I like being single?
Am I coming back?
Am I coming back?
Do you want me back? (x6)

And now I know
Each time I go
I don't really know
What I'm thinking
And now I know
Each time I go
I don't really know
What I'm thinking of

Do you want me back? (x5)
I AM King BAD a.k.a. BAD,
YOU EITHER WANNA BE ME, OR BE JUST LIKE ME

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Reply #6 posted 09/21/03 5:54pm

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DO YA WANNA GET FUNKY WITH ME
PETER BROWN

The lady smiled at me when she asked about the possibility
That we might spend some time alone
And oh the thoughts that filled my head
When she looked in my eyes and slowly said
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna...oh!

The idle mind is a playground for the devil
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna?
Do ya wanna get funky

The way she spoke to me told me I had the opportunity
To see how funky she could be
And when I looked into her eyes
The fire they held made me realize
Her flame was burning just for me

The lady tempted me
I closed my eyes, it was plain to see
She was the devil in disguise
And oh the message she'd relay
When she would take my hand and say
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna?

The idle mind is a playground for the devil
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna?

I wanna set ya on fire
"Cause it's hot
"Cause it's hot

It's so hot I'm burning up
It's so hot I'm burning up
Oh no no no

I felt the heat within, the lust of love and the urge to sin
I felt her reachin' for my soul
And then I knew I had no choice
But to heed the command of the devil's voice
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna, do ya wanna, do ya wanna?

The idle mind is a playground for the devil
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna get funky
Do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna?

The idle mind is a playground for the devil
Ah, do ya wanna get funky with me, do ya wanna?
Do ya wanna get funky with me?
I AM King BAD a.k.a. BAD,
YOU EITHER WANNA BE ME, OR BE JUST LIKE ME

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Reply #7 posted 09/21/03 6:06pm

Chico319

Lisa Stansfield ~ "People Hold On"


Everybody's looking for a meaning
Everybody's doing their own thing
And nobody's solving the problem
Ain't nobody helping each other

Some people give into fear
Some people give into hunger
Some of us live for the future
And some of us wonder

Givin' into life, givin' into love
Maybe there's enough for everyone
Givin' into hope, and into trust
Maybe there's enough for everyone

Chorus:
People hold on
Don't do yourself wrong
People hold on
We've got to be strong
People hold on

Everybody's getting frustrated
Why should we live with this hatered
We've all dancin' on a thin line
They're makin' out we're having a good time
So who's gonna give us the answer
Sister and brother

Givin' into life, givin' into love
Maybe there's enough for everyone

(Chorus)

People hold on, people hold on to it
you know you gotta do it

Givin' into life, givin' into love
Maybe there's enough for everyone
Givin' into hope, and into trust
Maybe there's enough for everyone

(Chorus)
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Reply #8 posted 09/21/03 7:00pm

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Idiot Wind - Bob Dylan

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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Reply #9 posted 09/22/03 7:25pm

magnificentsyn
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MY WIG FELL OFF

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Hey, wait a minute
Don't step on it
My toupee is out on the floor
Watch out for my mood ring!
Nineteen button shirts in all the latest designs
I'm wearing all twelve astrological signs
And what's worse?- You know let me tell you about it:

Trying to pass for eighteen
Is a tough thing to do
You can't make it in the disco
When you're forty-two
I been lookin' for love
Every disco in town
My wig's gettin' shaky
My truss is slipping down
My wig fell off
Don't step on it out on the floor
My pacemaker's busted
My Polygrip won't hold no more
These girls laugh
At my fish net shirt
When they call me grandpa
That really hurts
Looked in my mirror
Didn't look forty-two
All that shakin' and sweating
Musta come unglued
My wig fell off
Hand my toupee to me
I'm quitting the disco
I'm almost forty-three

Hey, look out, buddy
Get off my wig
Oops, I didn't -realize
you was quite so big
G-o ahead and keep it
Keep my mood ring, too
Gimme back my denture
Or I'll have to use kung fu- ugh, ugh!
My wig fell off
Hand my toupee to me
I'm quitting the disco
I'm almost forty-three
My wig fell off
My elevator shoes, my hip jewelry
Sell 'em at a yard sale somewhere
Anybody wanna buy all twelve astrological signs?
Anybody wanna buy eighteen button shirts in all the latest designs?
Anybody wanna buy a wig?-- you can have my wig for next to nothin'
I'm quittin' the disco, I'm quitting the disco, y'all
I can't take it no more
Too much heartbreak- too much pain
Too much heartbreak- too much pain
Hey..., I didn't, I didn't see you in this place before...


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Reply #10 posted 09/22/03 7:27pm

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Sloop John B
The Beach Boys


We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
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Reply #11 posted 09/22/03 7:32pm

XXX

HOLD MY LIFE
The Replacements



Well, well, well I, found it's [my life]
Down on all fives
Let me crawl
If I want, I could dye...my hair

Time for decisions to be made
Crack up in the sun, lose it in the shade

Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
and hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it

Well, well, well, anyone could tell, pass it off, a lucky shot
Ooh, they do hate 'em, someday soon, face em
Time for decisions to be made
Crack up in the sun, lose it in the shade

Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
and hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
Because I just might lose it

Just might, just might, just might
We might crack up in the sun, or we'll lose it in the shade

Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, drone, time for this one to come home
Razzle, dazzle, drazzle, die, time for this one to come alive
Hold my life until I'm ready to use it
Hold my life because I just might lose it
because I just might lose it

I want you to hold my life
Get ready to hold my life
Hold my, hold my, hold my, hold my...
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Reply #12 posted 09/23/03 5:25am

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Wild Honey Pie by The Beatles.

Honey Pie Honey Pie
Honey Pie Honey Pie
Honey Pie Honey Pie
Honey Pie Honey Pie
Hello yeah, Honey Pie, Whooo!
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Reply #13 posted 09/23/03 9:23am

Christopher

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Prince
Dinner With Delores

Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Like a brontosaurus, she was packin' it in
The first night we dined and by the next time
This girl was eatin' all but the tip

And by the stroke of midnight she wanted some more (more)
Showin' dirty movies like some kind of whore
But she was wastin' her time now cuz there wasn't a line
That would make me come 'round her door

Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Her bell's just a-broken (bell's just broken) since 1984
(Dancin') Dancin' like a white girl (white girl) on disco dirty floors

Damn Delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet 2 somethin' other than your knees
Like a real confession, no one could be more made up than U
Nothing's left 4 guessin' - what a shame, boo hoo

Delores {x2}

I'd call U a friend, but it must be a sin
And I've run out of cheeks 2 turn
Dinner with Delores
No more, that's the end

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Reply #14 posted 09/23/03 2:29pm

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Thanks again for yesterday rose



Gladys Knight
I've Got to Use My Imagination

I've really got to use my imagination
To think of good reasons
To keep on keepin' on

Got to make the best of a bad situation
Ever since that day
I woke up and found
That you were gone

Darkness all around me
Blackin out the sun
Old friends call me
But I just don't feel like talkin to anyone

Emptiness has found me
And it just won't let me go
I go right on livin'
But why I just don't know

Staring down reality
Don't do me no good
'Cause our misunderstanding
Is too well understood

Such a sad, sad season
When a good love dies.
Not a day goes by
When I dont realize

I've really got to use my imagination
To think of good reasons
To keep on keepin' on

I got to make the best of a bad situation
Ever since that day
I woke up and found
That you were gone
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Reply #15 posted 09/23/03 6:31pm

magnificentsyn
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So Many Millions Lyrics

I cannot get over legitimately
The reality of my surroundings
Do not point to the sky
So why should I even try
(when there’s nuthin’ out there to be)

I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own mercedes benz
If you tell me otherwise
It will only look like lies
(when there’s nothing out there for me)

Your education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
All that I see is scrapin’ and scrounging
In my neighborhood
If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood

So many millions feel this strong
All these people can’t be wrong

You should surely know this was a long time coming
You should know the effects were numbing
You should know that yesterday

You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it’s too late because it’s fallen apart

Sex education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
Everybody’s hoin’ for something and it’s understood
In my neighborhood
That drug education can do me no good
In my neighborhood
Well then maybe I’ll discontinue my loungin’ in my neighborhood

So many millions feel this strong
All these people can’t be wrong

You beat me, mistreat me and you beat me
Rip my heart out please and then you get angry when I die

It’s a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I’m gonna step on in when I’m visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor

It’s a pile of shit in the white house
And I’m gonna step on in when I’m visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag
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Reply #16 posted 09/24/03 12:37am

magnificentsyn
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Artist: Kool Keith
Album: Spankmaster
Title: Stoney Jackson


[Kool Keith]
This is a message - yeah
To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz
Fuck that I remember them niggaz with jheri curls
Nobody's hardcore niggaz who souped up ready for the world
Babyface in the deal, I keep shit real
Activator spray, you know how that shit feel
Only SOLAR Records was signin niggaz with curls
and givin Afro Sheen niggaz a deal
Aluminum foil suits, you niggaz know your roots
Like undisputed truth, lakeside, music niggaz, Zapp clap niggaz
I referee, watch them fight backpack niggaz
Big groups like Heatwave and War, carryin all that shit
Amp and costume shits on tour

[Chorus]
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun in your face
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face face face face..
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face
Stoney Jackson!

[Kool Keith]
Fuck you liar, tryin to come like you Earth Wind & Fire
Sly Stone picture with a DJ and a Numark mixer
Niggaz on Julius Earving dick, use a 76er fake Sir Nose
Larry Blackman was dissin rap with Cameo
I had my Lee dungarees on, and my right arm pickin my afro




CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS


Slave was my niggaz, I bought ten cans of gel activator
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the front row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap Band
On stage all them shiny motherfuckers like Clear and Pure Energy
More jheri curl niggaz flyin into LaGuardia and Kennedy
I'm before rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy
Madison Square Garden security can't get with me
Don't bother me, motherfucker I'm busy!

[Chorus]

[Kool Keith]
This is my land, fuck K-Ci and the Sunshine Band
Wack-ass leather gear with them metal chemicals around your hand
Parliament/Funkadelic
Two niggaz comin out with that same shit like Bootsy
You ain't a true nigga
Alexander O'Neal perm type shit on your Ampex reel
Jimmy Jim and Terry Lewis production
Got Morris Day on the SSL board
with fucked up beats that need reconstruction
Vest on the cover of Jet with liposuction
Jheri curl niggaz like The Time got fucked up on their publishin
falloff
From TKO to Con-Funk-Shun, the Jet album was hot
The Family shit was bumpin
Fuck what you thought Stoney Jackson you was somethin!
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Reply #17 posted 09/24/03 1:44am

magnificentsyn
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MELANIN MAGNETIC (BLACK PEOPLE) LYRICS

(Pep Love)
Yo
We dealin with mind expansion
We gettin better as time keeps passin and running faster
I'm from the center of the earth, brewed with crude oil
My energy is explosive, call me a rude boy
Nigga and jiggaboo too
Label my methods of medicine Voodoo
But, it don't matter what you do
I'm pitch black, I'm enriched with original facts
Reachin on back to eternity and that's
Where you'll find my roots, along the river Nile
I given a stain of a style and forth came
Man, woman and child
The first on the earth to birth civilization
And it hurts to know the truth when you deficient
And wishin upon a star
You can sunbathe but you'll never be black as we are
It's more than just a skin tone
I'm Melanin Magnetic on the microphone

[Chorus]
Black is black, this is a fact
And Melanin Magnetize elements like that
I'm a nigga, monkey, ape, or eggplant
Call me what you want but understand that
My Melanin Magnetic
My Melanin Magnetic
My Melanin Magnetic

Yo
They say that we got, big dicks, lips, hips, and ass
But tend to dismiss, what they can't grasp
Like, how do we continuously influence the mass?
And how does the black woman posess such grace and class
How does the black man last?
We done been through hell and back (black)
But we still havin a blast
My mic maneuvers make melanin shine bright
I excite the groove and I'm proven right through the night
And through the break of dawn
I absorb photons, protons, neutrons
Ready to take on the whole world, fuck it the whole universe
I traverse with a verse and commune with the earth
Sun don't give me no skin cancer, you nurture
Mother earth with light and steadily enhance her
With life, deep and dark is an abyss
My freaky frequency you can not miss
My niggas, and niggettes, when we connect
We the most significant sight seen on the set
And yes, it's more than just a skin tone
I'm Melanin Magnetic on the microphone

[Chorus]

Yo
You can whip me, you can chain me
You can enslave, you can hang me
But you'll never be able to figure me out like that
My rhythm, style, community, mindstate's black

Soul, hip-hop, funk, rock and roll
R and B, blues, jazz, and gospel
Melanin music, we make to elevate
My people, for the melanin movement we ascend
And descend from slaves, America
Look at the hate you gave, you're scared of us
You wanna put us in your penitentaries
Lock up the black male, prison is an industry
Now, they're clearin the streets out
They're finna be in the inner city with their M-16's out
Tryin ta supress the unsupressable, decibal
Equatorial warrior skin blessed with hue
And humanity is comin on through
We accept you as family cause that's how we do
And true, it's more than just a skin tone
I'm Melanin Magnetic on the microphone

[Chorus]

Yo
We the inheritors of the earth
The original inhabitants, so let me tell you what it's worth
Money and the things it brings could never match
The quality of what it means to be black
Magnetic, elemental mineral ??inner brool?? and my intergalactic
Intervals are fantastic
Blackness overcome oppression
Show em our progression, stretchin, all around the atlas
Heal the world, open the shell to reveal the pearl
Up in my mind let my skill unfurl
Divine architecture
Mic mysticism I catch ya with the wit and wisdom
Deep in the Congo, my ebony blow beyond yo'
Sense of reperception, this heavenly convolt
Came from the same drum that they play
And we communicate on that same wave, hey
Now just jump on the boat, and follow the notes I intone
And let me trace you back to what's been known
In fact, it's more than just a skin tone
I'm Melanin Magnetic on the microphone

[Chorus]

And it don't stop
Black is the abyss, like this
Pep Love in the place to be
We bout to go out in space, to a whole nother galaxy
We gon' find the void
We gon' build and destroy
Black people everywhere, throw your hands in the air
Pold up, yeah, say it loud what, what? Say it loud
I'm black and I'm proud
Pep Love and Hiero, this how we do know what I'm sayin?
This is for you, and you, and all of yours
We get down, uh huh
It's like that, the original sound
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Reply #18 posted 09/24/03 2:06pm

Christopher

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not my mood per say a little to sad ..but...great song



John Mayer -Wheel

People have the right to fly

And will when it gets compromised
Their hearts say 'move along"
Their minds say 'gotcha heart'
'Let's move it along'

And airports see it all the time
Where someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh
Cause someones coming home
In hand a single rose

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And I won't be the last
No I won't be the last
To love her

You can't build a house of leaves
And live like it's an evergreen
It's just a season thing
It's just this thing the seasons do

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And you won't be the first
No you won't be the first
To love me

You can find me
If you ever want again
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around

And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
You just might find if you give it time you will wave hello again
You just might wave hello again

And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now

You can't love too much one part of it
You can't love too much one part of it

I believe that my life's gonna see
The love I give returned to me

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Reply #19 posted 09/24/03 9:53pm

magnificentsyn
thesizer667

The Pharcyde

On The DL



So here it is
fuck it
friends or no friends I had enough bullshit
to last me clear to the ends of my term
I hate worms
so I'ma bring in the fish
and induce my backhand
to refrain from my fist
yeah I wish that I change
then I could shed all the (main)
you trippin' on my ego
but all my shit is sustained
order order
I cross the border for a spot in the sun
I'm so down with myself
bitch I could chill as a bum ho hum
drum
I'm so burnt that I'm beat
I got my fears on my nerves
and the crowd on my feet
the only one who has my (back) is me
in reality, see
I'm constantly fightin heavy
when we journey through the sea
oui oui monsieur
I'm true to the game
I believe my friends you (slip) me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
I know
and it shows
I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

on the downlow
(x3)

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
gotta brush my teeth
clean my nuts off
put on the gear that I'ma wear throughout my day
but before I take a shower I ain't ashamed to say
when I think of the night before, and the heat of passion
your big brown booty
my mind starts flashin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
should I pursue to do you
or just stroke my knot
while my girl is asleep
I'm caught in a jam
went to the bathroom
with cocoa-butter in my hand
closed the door behind me
locked it very tight
thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
and let the hand I hold the mike with
take control
closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
as my thoughts get deeper
and a little more intense
if you don't know what comes next
well you're just too dense

on the downlow
(x3)
[man you Pharcyde y'know what I'm sayin dude, this is it
man damn, Tre]

he's chasin' me
scrapin' my knee on the cement
is what I did
what dug
look under the rug
and I got it
hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug
but no
this nigga had to go
peep this
I was asleep
he climbed in my window
grabbed me around the neck
said scream and you're dead
I thought it was the devil
'cause his face was glowin' red
he was a brother
but this brother had the devil in his eye
he was out to get i-m-a-n-i
first I (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle
the devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle
in the back of my head
you know Imani feels no shame
I've got my nine I said
with my millimeter go bang
I got him
he's crippled so he crawls across the floor
he's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
bang bang bang
yep I got 'im again
his story's soundin' sad
like the movie Ben
but um
anyway I'm just protectin' my shit
'cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
then my moms mighta got it
it's on the downlow
don't tell nobody I killed him all right?

on the downlow
on the downlow
on the downlow
'cause you should know
(x2)

flip fly caught you soarin sky high
but a
fly slip wash you up fly drip my
eyes cry
tears fear
a baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
zero from zero leaves nothin'
now ain't that somethin'?
and all this time you been wantin' somethin'
for nothin'
the crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
the homeys kick the (fact) 'cause its wack to let you fall
(why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood
so niggas that don't wantcha
and you're fucked
crazy fucked
like the slut Heather Hunter
(with me) the one that punches shit
I know you'll get the pick
with the cars and the girls
and the ego and the loot chief
I'll make this brief
I'd be lyin through my teeth
if I told you you was dope
and your benefits was reaped
from my ego
those (libro) kids are creepin' with the steel
and you're cappin'
'bout this rappin'
and they're cavin' in the grille

on the downlow
on the downlow
on the downlow
'cause you should know
'bout the downlow
on the downlow
on the downlow
'cause you should know
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