Archive for November, 2009
November 28th, 2009 | 
Author: by Foxy Brown
from the album Broken Silence
Whoa, whoa
What the plurrr is this, YO!
They say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
Can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
Yo how can we start this
My life is thorough never heartless
I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches
From the windy city to the streets in Cali
To them streets in Houston
My niggas always boostin’
Some bitches always holla
How they don’t spend a dolla
But that’s because they ain’t got it
Now tell me where’s the logic
And if I talk it – I’ve done did it or about to do it
I’m making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin’ to it
Bust your guns!
And if that ain’t enough then bust again
I’ve been thuggin’ since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend"
Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin’ clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox
Let me head knock, Pretty you wit’ me right
This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know it’s Boogie Brown
Yo they say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
They say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
Yo my life is full of problems
Sometimes it’s hard to dodge ‘em
So much you couldn’t fathom
I wish I didn’t have them
They say I’m 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty
The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my Range
My last name ain’t changed
This time it’s different though
I’m not exploiting names
Yeah I write my shit
It’s not a fucking game
So what he wrote some songs
I blew him up the same
I’m never ducking dames
Y’all know just where to find me
I would’ve killed her but it just wouldn’t be fair to mommie
I’magine me doing time, Foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star
Y’all bitches ain’t worth it
Although my life ain’t perfect, I’ll never change a thing
Y’all want success but y’all don’t know about the pain it bring
It’s supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill
How could you hate this song?
Yo they say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
They say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
Man some hoes is always yackin’
Like I can’t make it happen
Like they don’t know my cash
Like they don’t know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I ain’t with him
BITCH! He’s off limits
Be where I always be
See who I choose to see
Although we’re not together, his heart belong to me
See at times I think y’all bitches be confusing me
Like I’m somethin’ sweet, shorty I’m still street
You’re not on my level, and I won’t stoop
And I’m the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin’ that I’mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I’ll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test Brown
I’m so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama
It’s still the Ill Na Na
There ain’t a bitch wilda
Any beef? Holla!
They say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
They say I’m 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she’ll wild out
But can y’all feel my pain?
I can’t let it slide
How could I smile when I’m hurtin’ so bad inside?
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by Jennifer Lopez
from the album N/A
Time goes slowly now in my life
Fear no more of what I’m not sure
Searching to feel your sole
The strength to stand alone
the power of not knowing and letting go
I guess I’ve found my way it’s simple when its right
Feel lucky just to be here tonight
and happy just be me and be alive.
Love, in and out, a mile in my heart,
And though life can be strange I can’t be afraid
Searching to feel your sole, the strength to stand alone,
The power of not knowing and letting go
I guess I’ve found my way it’s simple when it’s right
Feeling lucky just to be here tonight
and happy just to be me and be alive
I guess I’ve found my way it’s simple
when its right feeling lucky just to be here tonight and
happy just to be me and to be alive.
by Beastie Boys
from the album N/A
I have never been more ready in my entire life to do this right now
It’s all been leading up to this moment
All right now, right here
My whole life
We’ve got rhyme selection in a wide array
J’ai des bonbons pour vous, mangez
The party people scream “Oui oui c’est vrai!”
‘cause I got a remote for my bidet
A.D.R.O.C.K.
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with freckles from around the bay
Peace to Bambaataa and Jazzy Jay
I rock on the mic from here to Bombay
I give it my best to say come what may
‘Cause everybody’s got their dues to pay
I’m looking sideways like my man Pele
Getting’ on like Ali Boom ba yay
So fed up with racism today
Time to speak up and not turn away
Make the sun shine when it’s cloudy and gray
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
I’m talking doody rhymes to a brand new height
I shine on the mic like UltraBite
Created a monster with these rhymes I write
Goatee metal rap please say goodnight
Now here’s a little song that you might not like
My DJ’s name is Mix Master Mike
It’s a real pity that you people gotta bite
But I can understand ‘cause he sounds so nice
Reading you the news ‘cause I’m Country Mike
Use a microphone like Shazaam uses tights
Try to keep clear of that hate and spite
So I keep my mind still like the still of night
Now who in the world do you want to fight
It’s against the system that we should unite
Homophobics ain’t alright
If you learn to love then you might love life
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
Brining back that old New York Rap
Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts
So many billionaires while so many lack
So before the poor decides to react
Come on party people and share up your stack
Now, I’m a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch
You try to turn the key but you broke the latch
Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch
I’d like to have a say on the income tax
Don’t want to help build bombs and that’s the fact
No money for health care so what’s the catch
The man got you locked with no key to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mic and we’ll bring the rap
Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack
Don’t smoke Cheeba, can’t stand crack
Dip dip dive, so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
by Chumbawamba
from the album Tubthumper
Goodbye to the summer
Sold down the river
Unhappy ever after
Well did you ever?
Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny?
Same old joke and it’s not funny
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old, cheated by the new
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
You sing the same old verse
Stick like glue for better or worse
What goes around comes around
Again again again
This heart pulled apart
Hydra fighting head to head
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old cheated by the new
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don’t remember
by Lee Greenwood
from the album God Bless The U.S.A.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found.
Was blind, but now I see.
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to feel
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Then when we first begun.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found.
Was blind, but now I see.
by Big Daddy Kane
from the album Daddy’s Home
Funkdafied one time for your mind
This is how we gonna get it off baby
Now dig the flavor, ohhhhhhh yeah
I got the Mister Cee in the place to be
Of course, I be the Big Daddy Kane, here to entertain
I got Ax-el, ready to max well
Yessir, we gon’ get busy one time for ya dig it right?
We gonna call this 3 Forties and a Bottle of Moet
Why? Cause I drunk 3 Forties and a Bottle of Moet
Plain and simple, but this is how it’s gonna go for ya
Mister Cee, yo
It goes a-one, two, three..
Some people call me Kane some people call me Big Daddy
My momma’s name is Ruth and my pops is Clay Bradley
I got a little brother, some of y’all may just know him
I would say his name, but we ain’t speakin at the moment
I walk through the streets of New York everyday
I hang with rappers like Doug E. Fresh and Cool J
I hang with Tone Loc and Don Cheadle in L.A., plus
+I Got a Man+ you know the Positive K
I get blasted with the Ol’ Dirty Bastard
So peace to the RZA, the GZA
and to the rest of the Wu-Tang niggaz
My man Shyhiem with the gangsta lean, da cream
to rise to the top, and you don’t stop
And Mister Cee, is in the place to be
And Mister Cee, is in the place to be
Oh Mister Cee is in the place to be
And missjones in the house most definitely
Ax-el, ready to max well
Ax-el, ready to max well
The B to the I to the like to the G
Rockin on to the break of D
As I keep it strong I won’t steer you wrong
I’m tired of this, let’s go on to the next song
by Earth Wind & Fire
from the album N/A
You were so right all along
I wouldn’t believe till love had gone
replacing the old with the new
and now that I want to see it through
You tell me you care
but he’s still inside your heart
and it’s tearing me apart
that I’m anything you want
chorus:
I’ll be there to listen to everything you cry
all you need
ever to believe in you without a reason why
for your love
I’ll be near to be with you to wipe the tear away
though it’s hard for me
I’m anything you want
(I’ll be anything…)
Baby, it was so wrong and we both knew
and yet it was all that I could do
you were living a life you could not feel
thinking he was the way to make it real
Can’t let him go
I’m still a part of you
I’ll do what I must do
anything you want
chorus
bridge:
Every time you talk about hum
you’ll never know how it hurts my heart
but, I’ll be there for you baby
He’s still inside your heart
it’s tearing me apart
anything you want
I’ll be there…
chorus
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by Theatre Of Tragedy
from the album Velvet Darkness They Fear
"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd – blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths."
"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
"The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho’ years have master’d me
Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion:
Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"
"’Tis the Divine Comedy –
"’Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court;
The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
Yet for our blunders – Oh, in shame;
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
We hold the Earth fro Hell away."
"Believe? In a deily long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
Whith faärtytales fill’d up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn."
"Shadow of annoyance -
Ne’er come hither!
…And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne’er to ascend again…"
[ Dialog from "And when He Falleth" ]
[Male Voice]
That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?
[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe – truly
Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.
You had me take off my cross because it
offended….
It offended no-one. No – it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to… to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.
But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe….
Believe?! If you believe you are gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.
There is also love and life and hope.
Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist… he is long
since dead. Someone… something rules in his
place.
by Gang Starr
from the album Moment of Truth
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space."
"The mysteries of creation are there."
"Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky."
"The moon and the planets are there.
And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there.
And therefore as we set sail; we ask God’s blessing –
on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure
of which man has ever embarked." –> John F. Kennedy
"Prepared for liftoff."
[Guru]
I self Lord and Master shall bring disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya
with a force that can’t be compared
to any firepower, for it’s mindpower shared
The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate
like constellations reflect at night off the lake
Word to the father, and Mother Earth
Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it’s worth
Look listen and observe
and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb
Heed the words; it’s like ghetto style proverbs
The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve
Cannot afford to be confined to a cell
Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well
Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray
like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven and a half combine, over the frontline
The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime
Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade
Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid
Chorus: Guru
Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original
Infinite skills create miracles
Warrior spiritual — above the clouds
reigning/raining down, holdin it down
[Inspectah Deck]
Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred — triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
And they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe
and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud’s my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and more
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle’s still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
humungous effect in the world we could have conquered it
Chorus 2X
by Queens Of The Stone Age
from the album Songs For The Deaf
It’s late enough to go drivin
And see what’s mine
That’s a study of dying
How to do it right
You’re a holy roller
Get your bed in the loose
If you’re hanging around
I’m holdin the noose
Come a little bit closer
And get on tight
In a hurse rollin over
Just a track in the line
Fuck it
Come on, let’s go drivin
Come on, let’s take a little ride
That’s the study of dying
How to do it right