Breakin Bells
(lyrics that are in parenthenses are uncertain)
(if you can correct these parts, please email me!)
When it comes to smokin lyrics (then this rappers on track? )
(production ? ? ? between my brain I will wreck? )
No matter what the job Im asked Ill always do it well
My skill my perpetual Ill only excel
(to a power Ill remain? ) superior to all
Ill handle any task no matter big or small
For my rapping capability, Im never underrated
When it comes to smokin lyrics, Im always nominated.
Im the number one contender in the hip-hop race
(all the penalties Im falling from for? ) now u must face
The ultimate challenger, of course thats me
Super rapper t-la rock, Im the (greatest? ) mc
With my voice so stimulating, feels so seductive
One cant help but find themselves reluctant
To attend the performance of another vocalist
(and so it will follow to rap like this? )
song performed by by Prodigy
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A Melodious song
Thy melody and my lyrics
will make a song
a melodious song
the song of enthusiasm
the song of peace
the song of fraternity
If my lyrics is a flower
thy melody is thee fragrance
If my lyrics is a ray
thy melody is thee light
If my lyrics is cloud
thy melody is thee lightning
my lyrics is a cascade
thy melody is thee sound
my lyrics and thee melody
is the consistency of profound nature
having multi seasons
to nourish all creature
to embellish the earth
whispering the gale
to blow like spring
my lyrics is nectar
thee melody is sweetness
my lyrics and thee melody
will make a song of heaven.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Forgotten Lyrics
your making
your turning
my own song
into
what's it's not supposed
to be
i'm lying
lying to your face
i'v forgotten these lyrics
to this song
oh what you gonna do
about it
about what now
i'm running away
i want to (do something)
wont to
be forgotten
i'm lying
lying to your face
i'v forgotten these lyrics
to this song
oh what you gonna do
about it
about what now
i'm falling down
i wont let you help me
words can not describe
the hatedred i feel
so should i
oh will i
let you bring me back
ha
i dont think so
i'm lying
lying to your face
i'v forgotten these lyrics
to this song
oh what you gonna do
about it
about what now
i'm lying
lying to your face
i'v forgotten these lyrics
to this song
oh what you gonna do
about it
about what now
i'v forgotten these lyrics
to this song
oh what you gonna do
about it
about what now
poem by Bethany Seed
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Vcl Xi
According to andy mccluskey, there are no lyrics to this song, he purposely sang in a mumbled voice because he culd not come up with any lyrics that would work for the track. the band laid the
First, liked it, but andy couldnt put words to it, so he just mumbled a bunch of stuff that sounded good and they kept it on the track!!!
song performed by by Omd
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Smokin' 45
Yeah, hey, I've seen the Bad Lands, I've held awhirlwind in my hand
Slept in the centre, Whiskey has washed away the sand, yeah
Gamblers who cheated, And
Sheriffs who lied, The last thing
they saw, From the death that they died, Was my Smokin' 45, my
smokin' 45
Ten thousand dollars, That's what I'm worth dead or alive, Six loaded chambers, Ten men rode up not
one survived, They got my name
on the telegraph wire, Dead men's faces and a gun that's for hire,
Gamblers who cheated
And Sheriffs who lied
The last thing they saw,
From the death that they died
Was my smokin' 45, my smokin'
45, yeah
I'm riding south to the Mexico line
Posse behind me
And they're making good time
Men with vendetta's,
Who shouldn't have tried,
To reach for quick fame,
With a gun at their side
Against my smokin' 45,
My smokin' 45,
My smokin' 45,
I'm talking about my smokin' 45
My smokin' 45
Smokin' 45
Smokin' 45
Gonna get you, can depend my friend
Gonna get you, dead or alive
My smokin', smokin', smokin' 45, yeah
song performed by by Bad Company
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Lay It On Me
Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Smokin In The Boys Room
(talk)
Did you ever seem to have one of those days
When everyone seemed to be on your case
From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend
Well, that used to happen to me all the time
But I found a way to get out of it
Sittin in the classroom thinkin its a drag
Listening to the teacher rap--just aint my bag
When two bells ring you know its my cue
Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Checkin out the halls makin sure the coast is clear
Lookin in the stalls--nah, there aint nobody here
My buddies sixx, mick & tom
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Put me to work in the school bookstore
Check-out counter, and I got bored
Teacher was lookin for me all around
Two hours later you know where I was found
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
One more time
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher I aint foolin around with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Smokin
Were gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll
You gotta let yourself go, the bands gonna take control.
Were gettin down today
Well pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight
Smokin, smokin
Were cookin tonight, just keep on tokin
Smokin, smokin
I feel alright, mamma Im not jokin, yeah.
Get your feet to the floor, everybody rock and roll
Youve got nothing to lose just the rhythm and blues, thats all, yeah
Were gonna feel ok
Well pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight.
Smokin, smokin
Were cookin tonight, just keep on tokin
Smokin, smokin
I feel alright, mamma Im not jokin, yeah.
Everybody jumpin, dancin to the boogie tonight
Clap your hands, move your feet
If you dont you know it wont seem right
Were gettin down today
Well pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight
Were gettin down today
Well pick you up and take you away
Get down tonight, well alright!
(scholz, delp)
song performed by by Boston
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We're thinking about printing the lyrics with the next record so that people can find their own meaning in them. But then they would start having a life of their own, and I think the Portishead music should stay a whole in which the lyrics come second, actually.
quote by Beth Gibbons
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Life is a bed of lyrics
Life is a bed of lyrics
So like an obsessive critic
I listen to any type of music
While it addresses its topic
When words flow in an orderly traffic
You can influence an entire public
Even if its structure is plain and basic
You can convince even the sceptics
When you speak in lyrics
The effect can be so drastic
Sometimes you apply technique
To produce some form of comic
Please don't panic
When I say 'Life is a bed of lyrics '
Even a poet’s style is rhythmic
With lyrics we can play the game of politics
Words can sooth or send you to a clinic
As we seek to manoeuvre great gimmicks
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Music's staying power is a function of how timeless the lyrics, song and production are.
quote by Gary Wright
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It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remix - Verse 2)
* also called "Nas Will Prevail"
[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
With this, see I'm a brainiac
I call you tattoo, you never come off
I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss
A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated
Brains are elevated, I'm bein R rated
This style is terror, drastic
Meltin the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid
Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot
Hittin your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin
Minds minipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
I execute raps like I'm swingin an axe around
This is a mic shut down
Notify the President - that I'm bombin your residence
and I'm leavin no evidence
Voice box yells, lyrics will excel
Rappers gettin smoked, you can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas
Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 2]
I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer
Nas wrecks the tweeters and recievers
Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads
Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashion like waves
Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster
Tell 'em I was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader
Non-stop, I'm bustin heads like the FEDS baby pops
This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+
Put on your blindfold, I'ma release and stand tall
I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball
This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death
in each breath in this game I'm the ref
Already I'm ill but I can only get better
With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
I master dialects, of uncommon languages
A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers
I'm wanted dead cause I'ma genocide to rappers
Battlin Nas is dead when my brain reacts
yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track
This ain't the same track that you're used to
This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it
Slaughter your tape recorder; givin thanks to my supporters
and keep flowin like water
No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 3]
Check it
I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
I'm gonna win cause you slept
on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn
False rappers, you need to write your own song
Metaphors of murder man, hittin like Roberto Duran
Hold the mic in my hand, my life span
Imitators will sweat me like gym class
Your raps are fat?Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em
Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
Nas is a terrorist, analyst
Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan
You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
Brothers is gettin shipped out like I was Castro
I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover
I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover
Execute monologues, sabotage entourage
Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars
I talk with slang, and use my brain
Generate pain, penetrate your vein
Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son
Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson
No competition, cause I cause wonders
Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers
A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller
Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverand
Don't sleep cause you might not wake
I speak deep, dialects I translate
Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular
Murder my competitors, and et cetera
Nas is a gypsy Egyptian
flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims
My voice makes your ear drums swell..
It ain't hard to tell
song performed by by Nas
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I wanted to write some lyrics that had some meaning to them, lyrics that were meaningful to me and hopefully people can take something from that.
One of the hardest things about writing lyrics is to make the lyrics sit on the music in such a way that you're not aware there was a writer there.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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Cant Help Lovin Dat Man
Oh listen, sister,
I love my mister man,
And I cant tell yo why,
Dere aint no reason
Why I should love dat man.
It must be sumpin dat de angels done plan.
Refrain:
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
Tell me hes lazy, tell me hes slow,
Tell me Im crazy (maybe I know).
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
When he goes away
Dats a rainy day,
But when he comes back dat day is fine,
De sun will shine!
He kin come home as late as kin be,
Home widout him aint no home to me.
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
~~~
My man is shifless
An good for nuthin too
(hes mah man jes de same)
Hes never round here
When dere is work to do.
Hes never round here when deres workin to do.
De chimbleys smokin,
De roof is leakin in,
But he dont seem to care.
He kin be happy
Wid jes a sip of gin.
Ah even love him when his kisses got gin!
Repeat refrain
*note: the source for these exact lyrics come directly from my lyrics by
Oscar hammerstein ii book.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Checkin' My Style
[kool keith]
Yeah you don't have to play this on a tuesday night
But check this out, this is sunday morning in church
With the brother, the godfather
Open up the testaments, and let us read this
This ain't no flintstone and no bedrock type stuff
Check it out
(time to flip the scriptures!)
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Well i keep a style in tomes, on my job and microphone
Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what i give them
Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back
Watch when i come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that
Rappers know i'm x, slow down, watch me get stupid open
Dance for the ladies, i strip in chippendale's
Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer
With a brain that spins like kid capri, 33
Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate
My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo doo lyrics
Make a brother say, "keith is out? damn, i wanna hear it"
Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape
Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go
Tell his uncle brother aunt and cousin belle (ding-dong!)
As i rock so well, spankin tail, check the beats
My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on bobbito
As i flaunt and i stretch just like a rubber band, poppin
Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike
I'm long and strong and just like the lincoln tunnel
'father, big up, check it out
Back back, i switch switch, i check check, i know that
Bored as i kick up, you proud of me you know it's me
I got more muscle to flex to show than jodeci
Take off them panties, i turn boyz ii men
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Yeah! we want all them rappers out there
To check they styles and come back and return to zero
(yeah, what you need?)
I don't need, bootsy collins
I don't need, central ?
I don't need, roger troutman
I don't need, zapp
I don't need, junior
I don't need, chic
I don't need, sister sledge
I don't need, pop
I don't need, bohannon
I don't need, led zeppelin
I don't need, anthrax
I just need what i need!
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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People ask me if I left the lyrics open to ambiguity. Of course I did. I wanted to make a whole series of complex statements. The lyrics had to do with the state of society at the time.
quote by Don McLean
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Over And Over
Credits
Music/ Lyrics: Rick Meyers
Lyrics
Watcha gonna do with your life
Now that Im leaving
Are you believing
Youll make it on your own
Didnt you believe what I said
Or was it just madness
Living in sadness
Youll be all alone
I said it over and over
At least a hundred times
I have what you been missing
Look back and you may find
Now its time to walk out the door
Its all been said now
Im looking ahead now
Time to be moving on
Yes, I told you so many times
But you didnt listen
You cant see what youre missing
What you never had before
I could have loved you
Like there was no tomorrow
It didnt really matter
If you stole my love or borrowed
You know I could go crazy
But I just cant remember
Exactly how to go there
And keep this love forever
song performed by by Santana
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One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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I like reading Ball Tongue lyrics and all that stuff. And they published a book, and I wouldn't give my lyrics, and it's all wrong in the book, and I giggle. It's funny.
quote by Jonathan Davis
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How Do You Feel?
How Do You Feel? Lyrics
Artist(Band):311
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I'm all right I feel real light
I don't live a life that's uptight
Where there's fight there's struggling
I can't walk through the world
Without offering questions
What's my direction
Breakin' the grip of depression
There comes a day when you let THINGS go
There comes a time to a rock show
You know the time that you feel
THAT nothing else really matters
You're on the spot in the world
AND you belong
That's where I am when the lights going down
I'll find a way to make some fun
I know that there is a link of energy
To someone
How do you feel?
Cuz I couldn't ask for
A single thing more
How do you feel?
The moment you know
Just what you are for
I'm on a quest with a vision
I've got love and tradition
I wear a mask that grins and laughs
I remember what I've done
I'm a vibe under the sun
I penetrate all dimensions
I've come again
Rejuvenate within
I'm future animation
I feel the fuel rushing through my veins
It's a burning flame
You could take on the world
It's all in your brain
How do you feel?
Cuz I couldn't ask for
A single thing more
How do you feel?
The moment you know
Just what you are for
(bridge)
How do you feel?
Cuz I couldn't ask for
A single thing more
How do you feel?
The moment you know
Just what you are for
How do you feel?
Cuz I couldn't ask for
A single thing more
How do you feel?
The moment you know
Just what you are for
song performed by by 311
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