Archive for November, 2007
November 26th, 2007 | 
Author: by Wyclef Jean
from the album 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
Posted in 
by David Bowie
from the album N/A
Do you remember a guy that’s been
In such an early song
I heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don’t say it’s true
They got a message from the action man
"I’m happy, hope you’re happy too
I’ve loved all I needed to love"
Sordid details following
The shreiking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I
ain’t got no money and I ain’t got no hair
But I’m hoping to kick…but the planet is growing
CHORUS Ashes to Ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom’s a junkie
Strung out on heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I’ll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I’m stuck with a valuable friend
"I’m happy, hope you’re happy too"
One flash of light…but no smoking pistol
I’ve never done good things
I’ve never done bad things
I’ve never done anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Want to come down right now
CHORUS
REPEAT
My mother said to get things done
You better not mess with Major Tom
by The Corrs
from the album In Blue
All in a day she saw the face in the mirror lie
To her dismay she saw the child that was in her die
And she cried all the night
‘Cause what she sees, she doesn’t like
I’m twisting twisting
I’m turning turning
I’m aching aching
And it’s burning in one day
In one day
Just let me float, just let me drift on by drift on by
No more, no pain, I don’t have tears to cry tears to cry
I’m twisting twisting
I’m turning turning
I’m aching aching
And it’s burning in one day
In one day
I’m twisting, I’m turning
In one day, in one day n one day
In one day, in one day n one day, yeah
In one day, in one day n one day
by Ataris
from the album Blue Skies, Broken Hearts… Next 12 Exits
Time to burn it all away, time to think of what to say
Time to go right back to yesterday.
Time for movements in the past, time for something that won’t last.
Not just fire quick and die off fast.
Things are never what they seem,
I’m stuck inside of someone else’s dream.
Problems never go away…
I’m sick of being caught in yesterday.
Every day it’s still the same, different faces, different names,
But still stuck here playing these stupid games.
Maybe soon I’ll figure out what giving up is all about.
My heart is filled so full of doubt.
Don’t turn around, don’t look ahead
I won’t listen to all the lies I’m fed.
Don’t have to listen to you
So don’t you fucking tell me what to do.
by Boogie Down Productions
from the album N/A
[KRS-One]
YES! Chillin in the place right now
Harmony and Heather B, Ms. Melodie
DJ Jamal-Ski, DJ Kenny Parker
And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
So check it out, MAN!
And try not to bite the lyrics
POI!
So come in now with the chorus of the day
Because we don’t play
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you’re gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don’t kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that point on, I say we’re on for the night
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, "Please hoe, it’s all about me"
[Heather B]
It’s not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you wanna laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her
to find out she’s a man without a manicure
Go to President DeKlerk without askin her
and BUST SOME SHOTS for South Africa
And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her
for every freedom fighter start crashin her
And then Heather B will get nastier
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather B comes classier
Cause Heather B, Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew called, Edutainer
You’ll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They call me top celebrity
Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it well and dead-ly
Me nah got no nine millimeter, me not want ya uzi
But I kill run a leggin on Misses Dancee
BLAM! BLAM! We comin out and yes you are the don
You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical champion
Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done
Me read from Genesis unto Relevation
Me nice and into England, nice it up in Ja-pan
Me have armitage, me have enough stylee
Me whyla, grab the mic andna, sing to me, andna
[KRS-One]
Come in de dance with the NUFF stylee
And KRS-One, now comin in with Harmony
[Harmony]
Now I’m comin to the dancehall, everybody call
follow me follow me, Sister Harmony
I perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don’t need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a
Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don’t need no coffee, let me, fill your cup
I’m a, stimulator, administrator
Activator, initiator
Captivator, originator
Perculator, perk you up
It’s Harmony, the minor key
That moves with the rhythm passionately
I ain’t ego trippin I do it humbly
Cause everybody’s bound to hear the sound of BDP
It’s easy, for me you see
I ain’t the one or the two, I’m the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it’s the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
But KRS, you’re gonna make the party live
[KRS-One]
Well now it’s Blastmaster KRS-One
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father cause yes
by Slayer
from the album Reign In Blood
Waiting the hour destined to die
Here on the table of hell
A figure in white unknown by man
Approaching the altar of death
High priest awaiting dagger in hand
Spilling the pure virgin blood
Satan’s slaughter, ceremonial death
Answer his every command
Death will come easy just close your eyes -
Dream of the friends you’ll see
Heavenly failure losing again
Move on to a new form of life
Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead
(Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead)
Enter to the realm of Satan!
Blood turning black, the change has begun
Feeling the hatred of all damned in Hell
Flesh starts to burn, twist and deform
Eyes dripping blood realization of death
Transforming of five toes to two
Learn the sacred words of praise, hail Satan
A gift of powers disposed upon you
Use them when you feel the need
Master the forces and powers of Satan
Controlling the creature’s instinct
Drawn to the castles that float in the sky
Learn to resist the temptation
Watching the angels sift through the heavens
Endlessly searching for salvation
by Ramones
from the album Halfway To Sanity
When I saw you at the Cat Club
You looked really kind of cool now
Well come along with me ’cause
We got a lot of things to do now
You don’t ever have to be lonely
Just as long as you’re here by my side
You don’t ever have to be lonely
Just as long as you’ve nothing to hide
Oohh…oohh…
Come along with me ’cause
We’re gonna have a real cool time
Girl you’re
Girl you know you’re always on my mind
You know
Girl you know I want you all the time
Girl
Girl you know I want you all the time
When I saw you at the Cat Club
You looked really kind of cool now
Well come along with me ’cause
We got a lot of things to do now
You don’t ever have to be lonely
Just as long as you’re hear by my side
You don’t ever have to be lonely
Just as long as you’ve got nothing to hide
Oohh…oohh…
Come along with me ’cause
We’re gonna have a real cool time
by Lenny Kravitz
from the album Lenny
You think I’m cool
But I am not
You think that I am nonchalant
You think I’m hard
That I lay the part
Don’t be fooled
You are my heart
Oh Babe I’m just so tired of being on the run
Babe when I can’t feel your touch
and we’ve lost another day
Seems like a million miles away
I wander in the dark
Looking for somewhere to stay
Seems like I’m a million miles away
Without love what have we got
All these things don’t mean a lot
Let’s disregard the past and start
A new fire
From this old spark
Let’s take this love
And make it hotter than the sun
Babe when I can’t feel your touch
And we’ve lost another day
Seems like a million miles away
I wander in the dark
Looking for somewhere to stay
Seems like I’m a million miles away
What am I looking for ?
What am I dreaming of ?
When you are the woman that I really love
Babe when I can’t feel your touch
And we’ve lost another day
Seems like a million miles away
I wander in the dark
Looking for somewhere to stay
Seems like I’m a million miles away
by Will Young
from the album From Now On
I never thought I could be feeling this way
Standing here in front of you this perfect day
It’s hard to imagine where tomorrow will lead
I’ll keep this moment in my mind for eternity
Even through the rain I kept my faith
The will to follow through
And I never lost the strength within
And it’s all because of you
I’m flying high like the wind
Reaching the impossible, I’ll never doubt again
I’m flying high ‘cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible ‘cause you believe in me
In a world full of strangers, you were my saving grace
You told me I was not alone
Alone in this place, no
I never believed it that a dream can come true but
If anyone has changed my mind then baby it’s you
Even through the rain I kept my faith
The will to follow through
And I’ll never lose my way again
And it’s all because of you
I’m flying high like the wind, reaching the impossible
I’ll never doubt again, I’m flying high
‘Cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible ‘cause you believe in me
It’s possible to spread my wings
And reach into the sky
Believe that I can fly away
When you’re by my side
I’m flying high like the wind
Reaching the impossible, I’ll never doubt again
I’m flying high ‘cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible when you believe in it
Anything is possible
Possible when you believe in me
When you believe in me.
by Rosa
from the album Rosa
Esa sensacion de espejismo
Cuando nos quedamos a solas
Esa sensacion de tan frio
Cuando alguien nos abandona.
Esa sensecion de peligro,
Esa sensacion tan de afuera,
Esa sensacion de tranquilo,
Cuando nadie, nadie te espera.
A solas con mi corazon
A solas sin pedir perdon
A solas puedo regresar
Viviendo sin perder compas.
El placer de ser uno mismo
El placer de andar siempre a solas
El placer de reconocerse
Sin tener a nadie en tu alcoba.
Con la sesacion de estar vivo,
Esa sensacion tan sincera
Esa sensacion cuando pasa
Por tus ojos la vida entera.
A solas con mi corazon…
Cara o cruz.