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April 24th, 2010 | 
Author: by Nina Gordon
from the album Tonight And The Rest Of My Life
hey baby why’d you turn away i was about to say
something baby i thought would make you smile
at least for a little while oh well baby that’s the
way it goes right from my head to my toes and
you’re the first to know that i’ve got a brilliant
plan i hope you understand i want to meet in
2OO3 i want to see what the future can bring to
me and when i do i’ll meet you here my darling
and when i’m free i’ll be waiting where i said i
would be my love will you wait for me what
we’ve found is such a precious thing that’s what
i ‘m trying to sing but before i lose my nerve i
better write down these words ’cause i don’t
know what you heard and you know that i won’t
change my mind i made a promise to be true let
them say that it’s a selfish game but i don’ t play
with anyone but you
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by Nine Days
from the album Madding Crowd
This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!…
How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears!
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disapeer?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day!
And your hair never falls in quite the same way!
But you never seem to run out of things to say!…
THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES!…
How many lovers stay?
Just to put of with this shit day after day!
(the last line was changed to
To put up with every day and all day! for the music video)
How did we wind up this way?
Watching our mouths for the words that we say.
As long as we stand here waiting,
Wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose!
How do we get there today?
When we’re walking to far for the price of our shoes!
Your clothes never wear as well the next day!
And your hair never falls in quite the same way!
But you never seem to run out of things to say!…
THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES!…
This is the story of a – girl!
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!…
This is the story of a girl!
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!
When she smiles!
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by Nelly Furtado
from the album Whoa Nelly!
You liked me till’ you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop aint’ going solo
You liked me till’ you heard my shit on the radio
But now I’m just too mainstream for you, oh no
You liked me till’ you seen me on your t.v.
Well if you’re so low below then why you watching
You say good things come to those who wait
Well I’ve been waiting a long time for it
[Chorus:]
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I’ve flown away I see you’ve chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well I never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it’s a lot of yearning
Your face, the colours change from green to yellow
To the point where you can’t even say hello
You tell me you’d kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that’s what you’d expect from me, like that’s what I’m about
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
It’s so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you’re cool
Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through
Than to burn in the spotlight, turn in the spitfire
Scream without making a sound, be up here and not look down
because we’re all afraid of heights
[Chorus]
Why ya hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me so so,
leave me down down down down low leave me down da down down da down da down down down…shit on the radio… shit on the radio… shit on the radio… shit on the radio
by Nelly
from the album Nellyville
Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty
That’s all….
You better watch who you talking bout
Runnin your mouth
Like you know me
You gonn fuck around and check
Why they surely
They call me "show me"
Why one-on-one you can’t hold me
If your last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out
Is stretch my name on your pen
No resident of France
But you swear I’m from Paris
106 Karats
Told em "Naw that’s pure rich"
Trying to compurr (compare) this
My chain to your chain
I’m like sprint and Motorola
No service, out of your range
Your out of your brains
Thinking I’ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways
Than that
To catch your fame
Only pressure you applying
Is time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blind side
Taking your sleeves off
As much as we’s lost
Still hard to please boss
Don’t be lying
And crying
Sucking the bezel loss
Cause your
Ass is wack
Your whole
Lable is wack
And matter fact
Eh eh eh eh eh hear that
[Chorus]
I-Am-number one
No matter if you like it
Ready take this sit down and write it
I-Am-number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now let me ask you man…
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner
And 3 nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey
Do you like it when I shake it for ya?
Daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?
[Nelly]
Hell yeah
Ma I’m in a girl that’s willing to learn
Willing to get in the driver’s seat
Willing to turn
And not concerned about that
He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said?
Squash that
He probably got that off E-bay
Or some Internet access
Some website chat line
Mad cause I got mine
Ooh don’t wind up on the flatline
Oh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulating my style
Right to the "down down"
Can he bout to score now
Better wait till they calm down
I got hella shorty’s
Coming askin me "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty
Mixing cris at the party
Got me banging fo sho
I’m not a man of many words
But there’s one thing I know
Pimp-
[Chorus]
Hey yo I’m tired of people judging what’s real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who’s fuckin album flop
(You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock
(Cmon!) Mad cause I’m hot
(He just) Mad cause he not
You aint gotta gimme my props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks
Keep my fans coming in flocks
Till you top the Superbowl
Keep your mouth on lock
Shhhhh I’m awake ha ha
I’m cocky on the mic
But I’m humble in real life
Taking nothing for granted
Blessing errthing on my life
Trying to see a new light
At the top of the roof
Baby aint not single
But I speak the truth
I heat the booth
Nelly acting so uncouth
Top down shirt off
in the coupe
Spreadin the loot
With my
family and friends
And my
Closest to kin
And I
Do it again
If it means I’ma win
Dirty I am
[(Chorus) - repeat until fade]
by NAS
from the album It Was Written
[Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background]
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee.
[Nas:] Mmmhmm. Damn, man.
-I can’t take it man.
[Nas:] Sho’ can’t.
-You think this is gonna eva’ change?
[Nas:] Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn
chitlins every damn night.
-This cotton.
[Nas:] Shit!
-I can’t take it man.
[Nas:] Harriett done left the night befo’. It’s time we go.
Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin’
me man.
-It’s callin’ me too.
[Nas:] It’s time we go.
-Yeah, I’m wichou!
[Nas:] Hey man, hey damn these chains, man.
Damn you master, you
ain’t my master, man!
[Sounds of punching and bumping]
[Nas:] You aint nothin’, you aint nothin.
-Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna
have ourselves a hangin’ tonight!
[Nas:] Nineteen-ninety-six!
Back up in this nigga.
The right way, though, you know?
-Double-tre son, you know aint nothin’
coincedental or accidental, son.
[Nas:] No doubt!
-You know how it’s goin’ down, man.
[Nas:] It was all written.
-No question, I’m sayin’ man, I mean, how we playin’ man,
you know what I’m sayin’, they dealt us in, son.
They playin’ with a fifty-four deck, you see with the
Jokers in and everything, you know what I’m saying?
[Nas:] Son, I’m playin’ with the fifty-two.
-You wanna stress on how I used to play, that’s how I play.
[Nas:] But, yo, they takin’ us into this next millenium, right now.
-I’m sayin’ law, you know what I’m sayin’ we gotta lay the law,
cause without law aint no order, you know what I’m sayin’,
that’s why these cats are slippin’
through, you know what I’m sayin? They got the rules missin’,
though.
[Nas:] True.
-Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean?
[Nas:] Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son.
-Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right?
[Nas:] Word, with the big ass face on it.
-Yo, what I’m sayin’, we see through all that, though
you know what I’m sayin?
[Nas:] No question.
-All eyes seein’, son, you know we real.
[Nas:] Yo, no doubt. In the Qu’ran it says Nas, the men.
Nesa’s the woman, know? It was written.
by Near Miss
from the album The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
Stuck in this room motivations sunk deep
Outsides a called place
Yesterday’s thoughts to keep
This world seems like miles away
So follow the joke of heresay
A moment in caution still we live for today
But I’ll help you, and I’ll be true
Label your words and thoughts lived through greed
Still you find yourself
Living someone else’s dream
Stuck in this room I’m forced to fall asleep
I wish I could leave
And you’re never what you seemed
This world seems like away
So pretend and follow and everything’s ok
Still we live for today
But I’ll help you, and I’ll be true
Label your words and thoughts lived through greed
Still you find yourself
Left only to perceive
That the world is wasting away
So pretend it’s only one day
And to think you’ll end up nowhere
It wouldn’t be fair
And within your ride
No one ever drove no one ever cared
by Nirvana
from the album Incesticide
Come on over
Do the twist (aha)
Overdo it
Have a fit (aha)
Come on over
Shoot the shit (aha)
Love you so much
Makes me sick (aha)
Beat me out of me (beat up beat up)
She gave the perfect strain to my heart.
by Nelly Furtado
from the album Whoa Nelly!
I’ve seen a man cry, I’ve seen a man die inside
I’ve seen him say to me that he is only mine
That he gotta do what is best for him
Never let me in, not even begin
To tell me I’m the one under his moon and sun
That I am the thing that revolves around him
But while on top of him I know what’s best for him
I’ll show him how to win and let me in cuz
[Chorus:]
I don’t wanna be your baby girl
I don’t wanna be your little pearl
I just wanna be what’s best for me
To be one-da-dum with my own star under my own sun
We’re all sorry now, I didn’t mean to wow
Make you cry like that, it’s just a little spat
Still I want you to know, though I love you so
It’s mostly me dreaming, forcing, believing
That you’re an ideal, hell I never steal
But I stole you from, from another one
So take yourself and wrap around my little finger
Cuz that’s how it should swing
[Chorus]
Why can’t he see, why can’t he see what’s inside of me,
yeah… don’t you, don’t you call me coochie-coo a little girl, now…
don’t you gaga goo no coochie-coo girl now
I’m so much more, can’t you see? Can’t you see?
Look who’s writing now a token of their love
Can’t you see love that it’s just because
I wanted a cheap way to get inside your head
And not a cheap way to get inside your bed
Oh you’re running now, with that silly one
It’s all over now, this woman’s just begun
Maybe we’ll see about the will and the way
Butterflies return some day
[Chorus]
by NAS
from the album It Was Written
[Intro: AZ]
This is what… this what they want huh?
This is what it’s all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don’t understand, youknowI’mean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don’t understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And let’s all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I’ll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I’m an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny’s to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die – he too soft
That nigga’s dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn’s and ninja black Lexus, ‘Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it’s The Firm nigga set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It’s sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It’s logic, as long as it’s nobody that’s in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill’ to get the system off me
"Life’s a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I’ll be flooded with ice so hellfire can’t scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee’s be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain’t got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the ‘Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni’ like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that’s pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it’s half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that ‘Mega bringin through
So let’s see, if we flip this other key
Then that’s more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..
by No Doubt
from the album Return Of Saturn
Oh yes I’m guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to go up for sale
Can’t seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
I’m showing off the worst in me
The return of Saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing…
I’m full of artificial sweetener
My heart’s been deceitful
It’s all artificial sweetener
I’m faking I love you’s
You’re forcing me to
You really deserve love
I want to love you
But I can’t seem to find myself
My wilting effort
Our progress report
I’m only sure that I’m not sure
I shudder to be honest
Who’s behind it all now?
Who’s the author?
I’m full of artificial sweetener
My heart’s been deceitful
It’s all artificial sweetener
I’m faking I love you’s
You’re forcing me to
Re-read, re-write, redo, undo
I’m stuck on this page
I was born two weeks late
Is that why I hesitate?
I’m on the fence
Push me off it
I want to be on your side now
And keep a promise
I’m full of artificial sweetener
My heart’s been deceitful
It’s all artificial sweetener
My heart’s been deceitful
I’m faking I love you’s
You’re forcing me to