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Archive for the ‘G’ Category

by George Michael
from the album Ladies & Gentlemen (CD 1 : for the heart)

(You can’t keep holding it in when it’s something good)

Hey this won’t take much time
We won’t touch, we’ll just wait for signs
And nothing was further from my mind
Than this moment with you

But if you’d only told me baby
I would have made some other plans
If I’d only seen it sooner
But what away with your hands you had
I wanted that moment with you

I know that it’s wrong
But “if you need me, I’m here”, turns me on
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle you’re here
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle

Say, you don’t waste much time
We don’t touch, do we baby ?
But still my hands are tied
For that moment with you

But if you’d only told me baby
I would have made some other plans
If I’d only seen it sooner
But what a way with your hands you have
I wanted that moment with you

You know that I’m strong
And I’ve no reason to fear, am I wrong ?
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle you’re here
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle
I can’t help thinking it’s american
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle
I can’t help thinking it’s a miracle you’re here

You can’t keep holding it in when it’s something good
Get up, get up
You can’t keep holding it in when it’s something good
Get up, get up

And who can you trust ? Dealing out justice
With a minimum of fuss
Who baby
Dealing out justice…

by Garbage
from the album N/A

You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend

You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend

You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend
You’re an alien sex fiend

And you go la la lala la la la la lala la la…

by Ghostface Killah
from the album Ironman

ft. RZA,Raekwon,Inspectah Deck,Masta Killa

[Raekwon:] What? Hey yo!

[Intro: (from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects")]

There’s no coke!
What?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there’s no coke!
What the fuck do you mean, there’s no coke?
I’ve been up and down this ship. I’ve been in every fuckin room!
There’s gotta be coke!
There is nothing! NOTHING!

Huh, uh, uh, help please!
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*

[Intro Two: Masta Killa]

It’s assassi, it’s assination day, I stalk…
It’s assassination, I sta…
It’s assassination day…
It’s assassination day, I

[Verse One: Inspectah Deck]
Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh
I move through the third world, my third eye’s the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I lived, a 25 to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three G’s accost in Supreme Court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We’re all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail
Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind
It comes time I take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
Devil’s poisonin the birth water
The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh
Trapped in deep-water gaspin
I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action

[Verse Two: RZA]
I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You’re bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they’re living built tilted
MC’s upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it’s invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
(Assassination day)
First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon
Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon
Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot ‘em like Galaga
Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I’m shootin it like they blew top snow
You won’t play me like your lady
Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

[Verse Four: Masta Killa]
War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It’s assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC’s to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward, ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat
You’d rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat
Now who’s best to describe for what I specialize in
Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin
My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn’t absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback…

It’s assassination day, I
It’s assassination day
It’s assassination day
It’s assassination day, I stalk my enemy
It’s assassination day, I stalk my enemy

by Green Day
from the album Kerplunk!

Hey old man in woman’s shoes
I wonder i he knows i think he’s crazy
When he was young did he have dreams of wearing woman’s
shoes and being crazy

It makes me wonder when i grow that age
Will i be walking down the street
Begging for your spare change

Or will i ever grow that old?
Will i still be around?
The way i carry on i’ll end up
six feet underground and waste away….

When the old man was in school
Did the ‘golden rules’ make him go crazy
Or did he hide away from hopes
Behind a smile and smoking dope
It’s crazy

It seems so frightning
Time passes my like lightning
Before you know it you’re struck down
I always waste my time on my chemical emotions
It keeps my head spinning around.

by Goodie Mob
from the album World Party

Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X)

I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain’t these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A’s

[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what’s the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I’m gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I’m in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can’t see me when I’m ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know these muh’fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But I’ll do years, if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I’m, comin forth to carry you home

Chorus

[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost
There’s somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I ain’t been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this, I’ll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks, we gon’ bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don’t hate me, cause I ain’t hated, but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don’t you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots
Cause I’m tellin ya, these Southern boys gon’ get all they got

Chorus

[Khujo]
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
off the block before your carcass drop
Can’t share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain’t, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ??
Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty’ll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches..

Chorus

[Gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y’all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp
Shoot em from the hip, everytime I’m in my 84 Sedan Deville
block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park
on the weekend ain’t no stoppin keep it dippin that’s how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo’ ass, keep yo’ elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?

Chorus

[T-Mo]
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true G’s are, I’m the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older
I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change
and my players in this game it’s insane, how this ‘caine
is bringin em pain, young’un doin time dyin by this grind
A-T-L, fine this just how it’s goin down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS

Chorus

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 Ghostface Killah
from the album Supreme Clientele

ft. Raekwon the Chef

[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y’all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me

Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolli, Wally’s look stinky
With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
E’rybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I’m about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill
I’m the inventor, ‘86 rhymin at the center
Debut ‘93 LP told you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul’s Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
and tell lies too, I’m the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role holdin it

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, this rappin’s like Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, stack ‘em up Son, off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn’t lookin, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York’s most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound

[Raekwon]
We split a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant’s Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock’s full, hustle invasion
Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color
Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleamin on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
pose at the stand-off, mad timid
hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo

[Chorus]

by Grand Puba
from the album 2000

Hook:
"Don’t worry about" "Big money" "Can you dig it?" "Amazing" (x4)

Verse 1:
Well don’t you know what time again for the big shot (BIG SHOT) Doogie
Ready or not hit the buddah spot (BUDDAH SPOT)
Time to get the cash (TIME TO GET THE HONEY)
Time to get cash (TIME TO GET THE MONEY)
Check it I got the nack to put the groove in your back
Squeeze a rhyme like a pistol cause I’m smooth as Harvey Grisco
I come clean with more protein and overtein
The way I heat shit up you think my jaws was dipped in gasoline
Whoa now that’s a fire
Puba got the hi-tech shit while other MC’s come cheap like propiya
So let’s get down to the situation
Smooth like a Temptation Puba makes it good like penetration
That’s how it’s suppose to be
No question so don’t you put a rush on me
I’m not a rookie I’m a pro you see my flow
Give me the doe you better ask somebody if ya don’t know

Hook

Verse 2:
Dig it, see I like to know where you got the notion
Said I like to know where you got the notion
Dig this, my beats kick you in the head like a Timbaland
Me and my crew stay tight like the X-men
I gets mean and then I turns into the Wolverine
Then I grab the mic and blow the spot to smithereens
I gets down for the money honey I got the style tha’ts real
What’s why brothers chew my shit up like Gummy Bears
It’s the New York shocker representin’ like a Knickerbocker
Watch me get it cookin’ like Betty Crocker
I’ll make you trip like I’m indo smoke
Cause I’m down right nasty like Diet Coke
See I ain’t no joke cause I got mad style wicked and wild
Mama’s second child throwin’ rappers to the pile
Games point blank call me Shabba cause I Rank
Don’t run around with toast cause my people on a tank
Clown won’t get me cause I’m God body
Moses asked me how to part the Red Sea
Trippin’ MC’s up like astroturf
Puttin’ wack MC’s outta buisness like Woolworth
I’m a tell you straight off the god damn press
I’m a handle my buisness right
Boy I ain’t come here for no foolishness
I hit the set then I jet
Can’t trust a girl who couldn’t standin’ up tryin’ to get a whole lot of
niggas wet
Because I con ya (Khan) like Chaka hit ya like a blocker
Me and rhymes connect like walls and magic markers
It’s Grand Puba for the membrain
Wiping borthers off the map so leavin’ shit stains
That’s how I feel cause I always keep my shit on the Reel to Reel
Makin’ niggas happy like a kid with a happy meal

So ah what you need to do is do a little dance
Yeah smoke a little bud say what?
Get down tonight uptown get down tonight dig it yo
We gonna do a little dance do a little dance
Some a little bud smoke a little bud
Get down tonight uptown downtown get down tonight yeah
Niggas hold tight uptown situation like always youknowhatI’msayin?
All day, mash ya, one time. Doogie love , hold tight nigga.

by Green Day
from the album Insomniac

What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You´ll never find it now

It´s buried deep with your identity
so stand aside and let the next one pass
Don´t let the dor kick you in the ass

There´s no return from 86
Don´t even try

Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket and
quickly take the last train
Out of town

by Ghostface Killah
from the album Ironman

ft. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu

[Intro One: (some movie)]

What dey gives you blood?
Three months man
Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma
How old are you boy?
Thirteen
Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest

[Intro: Ghostface]

Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
to all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
It was from the heart, everything was real

[Mary J.]
All that I got is you
And I’m so thankful I made it through

[Verse One:]

Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I’d have a baby girl and three sons
I’m goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she’s an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it’s really worth and took a step back
Family ain’t family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each others pants to school wasn’t easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn’t know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn’t strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn’t like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o’clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I’m dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn’t stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where’s the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she’s the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom’s would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here… why?
Yeah, yo

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

All that I got is you
And I’m so thankful I made it through
[repeat 4X]

Word up mommy, I love you
Word up
It was all you, word, you brought me in like this

[Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu]

I sit and think about
All the times we did without, yeah
I always said I woudn’t cry
When I saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy’s not here now
But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
All things that I did from this to them
Oh from drugs to being there
Being down and out and I love you always

Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man woman and child
You understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol days
Because see, that’s the child I was
What made me the man I am today
See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
You’re never gonna make it where you’re goin, aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you’ll see a whole universe all over again
and again and again and again and again
Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh