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[iBender]

Sticky Feat. Ms. Dynamite
Booo​

It’s Dynamite inside the place, Listen to the Dynamite...
with the Sticky.
And you know we gonna get dem hyper... inside the place.
And we tell them...​

We tell them,
Get it with da rhythm get it with the drum,
Get it with da rhythm get it with the drum,
I fight on my tongue, like you na’ want some.
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine.​

Feel the bad gal bass,
Feel the bad gal bass injection.
Yes, indeed you're wid tha boom selection,
This one’s psychotic it should be sectioned.
It’s the rage, insane when I feel no pain,
Excuse me while I get into your brain.
Let tha bass a vibrate them veins,
Go f*** you up like it was cocaine, coz a,
Dib E Dibbie Dy-Na-Mi-Tee to get the people get them lively...​

And den we shout Booo inna you head,
Lyrical shot, get up I sed.
Gotta do de song dat everybody should make da gunman run da sed.​

Getta widda little bitta base and drum,
Hear nah ya so f*** da poor en f*** da gun.
Becoz back in da day woz all about fun.
Tekin ya bak on ma lyrical tongue, my only weapon.
Fu**ed hard up at fills, a thrill, no cost don’t kill
Yeh stan still, I’m a lick ya wid a vibe that you can feel.​

Becuz it’s not about dem bad attitudes, and it’s not about da bad vibes,
No matta who you are and no matta wat ya do,
You can get sum of our natural high.
Becuz it’s not about dem bad attitudes, and it’s not about da bad vibes,
No matta who you are, and no matta wat ya do...​

Imma nah care wot ya crib, No dogs aloud in a d race assassan.
But ders most be’aviour, boy
Please, Sort dem, f***er'ees,
About ya grab breast an batty en wonder why,
She vex so wen ya grabby grabby,
Tel him flea, if he step direspectfully (it's he)
Had enuff,
Tellin us, tellin me, tellin me, tell him flea.​

Tho sum gyals think they're too nice,
See dem stand up innna place,
Deya pay big price.
Dark talk, but they're cold like ice.
Try screw bout ya scary az spies,
Man in the venue, dem all rah rah,
Wen dey wanna get it dema pu-na-na.
An I’m like Jah, Coz dem blah blah,
Dat's it, da rest a dema rah rah rah, rah rah rarted,
Bumba bumba clart it, it gedda wid da rhythm
Now get me started.
Me nah cum fer dex, me just on raves, (hey)
Nat fuss nat fuss ta fight a.
Girlfrend top, ya nice it's nat right a.
Listen up every bredda' in sight a.
I don’t mean ta b impolite a.
But its like ya a begga'
Beggin fer ma breast tonight...​

Listen to the dynamite,
Listen to the dynamite,
Listen to the dynamite, inside the place,
Its not about about the violence
Not about the, drugs...
It's just about, about the love...
Love for the music, Love for the base...
There's no need...
For all this madness in the place.​

Dibby D, d dy-na-mite-ee
Ta get da ppl demma lively BOOO​

 

[Australis]

Somebody's shouting
Up at the mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's up there,
It's a deception
When will I ever learn?

I'm alone here
With emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home

Wondering blindly
How can they find me?
Maybe they don't even know
My body is shaking
Anticipating
The call of the black footed crow

I'm alone here
With emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And taunting with pictures of home

Here in this prison
Of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero
But there's no worship
Where have they hidden my thrown?

I'm alone here
With emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And screaming out pictures of home.

 

[the G-man]

The Hold Steady: Stuck Between Stations

There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup’s straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she’s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
On the radio.

The devil and John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said “I’ve surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.”
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn’t
So he died.
She said “You’re pretty good with words
But words won’t save your life.”
And they didn’t.
So he died.

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.

These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.

We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust
There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup’s straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she’s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
On the radio.

The devil and John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said “I’ve surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.”
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn’t
So he died.
She said “You’re pretty good with words
But words won’t save your life.”
And they didn’t.
So he died.

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.

These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.

We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust​

 

[scotpens]

The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he’s not listening

His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight

Edith in the ring
The passed-over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on

Women he has taken grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon

Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song, some mysterious song
Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says his crime belongs

Edith and the Kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away

 

[M'Sharak]

Maybe it's because I'm only starting
That I think it won't take too long
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing
That I think you've got it wrong

Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like an outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like?
And someone else said never mind

Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old
As all the cats I'd ever seen
I grew my hair and bought a suit
Of shiny white or was it cream?
I shook and shivered and danced and quivered
And stood on a mountain top

No one came from miles around and said
Man your music is really hot

Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak
My throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place
As they poured on the scorn

I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king
He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
He must've been the king of queens

Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor
and there's another one for singers
It's die young and live much longer
Spend your money and sit and wonder

No one came for miles around
And said man your music is really funky

I believe that I must tell the truth
And say things as they really are
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth
Could I ever be a star?

Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin'
Everyone's shouting out loud
It's only the glitter and shine that gets through
Where's my Robin Hood outfit?

Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye
No one even cared enough to say goodbye
The money's good and the time you have
Fun and games galore
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten
And you wonder what you did it for

No one came from miles around
And said man who's he?

 

[The Boy Who Cried Worf]

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everythings done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

 

[auntiehill]

Florence and The Machine, "Dog Days are Over."

Happiness, hit her like a train on a track,
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back.
She hid around corners and she hid under beds.
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled.
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink.

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming so you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father.
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers.
Leave all your love and your longing behind you,
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come!

And I never wanted anything from you,
Except everything you had,
And what was left after that too.

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back,
Struck from a great height,
By someone who should know better than that.

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come!

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father.
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers.
Leave all your love and your longing behind you,
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come!

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come.

​

 

[cultcross]

I see the bad moon rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
All right!

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

 

[Eyes]

Alexis Jordan - "Laying Around"

Oh yeah, babe yeah yeah yea

What I wouldn't give to
Wrestle over the remote control
What I wouldn't give to
Hit you harder than you thought I could
With puppy love
Can we stop just for a second
Cause you got a feather in your eye
I get it out and you kiss me, I smile
And then we get back to our pillow fight
Man, that sounds nice, ooh

If the sky began to fall
We wouldn't even notice
Really wouldn't bother us at all
If the world came to an end
Nothing matters but us two
When I'm laying around with you
When I'm laying around with you
What I wouldn't give to

What I wouldn't give to
Cook you dinner from the microwave
What I wouldn't give to
Burn the popcorn
And hear you tell me "Baby that's OK"
(Baby that's OK)

And then you leave to go to the store
And it's almost too much for me
Though I know it'll only be a minute
And then you come back through the door
With a bagful of all the foods
That we're not supposed to eat
That's the night that can't be beat, ooh

If the sky began to fall
We wouldn't even notice
Really wouldn't bother us at all
If the world came to an end
Nothing matters but us two
When I'm laying around with you
When I'm laying around with you
What I wouldn't give to

I wanna be in your arms
Where no harm
Could ever come my way
I wanna be where you are
Though near or far
Every night and day, ooh

If the sky began to fall
We wouldn't even notice
Really wouldn't bother us at all
If the world came to an end
Nothing matters but us two
When I'm laying around with you
When I'm laying around with you

If the sky began to fall
We wouldn't even notice
Really wouldn't bother us at all
If the world came to an end
Nothing matters but us two
When I'm laying around with you
When I'm laying around with you
Ooh, when I'm laying around with you
Ooh oh, when I'm laying around with you

 

[JayOwl]

Take That - Kidz.

La, la, la, la...

Kings and Queens and Presidents
Ministers of Governments
Welcome to the future of your world

Through talking heads that took liberties
The monkeys learnt to build machines
They think they'll get to heaven through the universe

They say nothing
Deny everything
And make counter accusations
My friends, my dear, my love, my God

There'll be trouble when the kidz come out (come out)
There will be lots for them to talk about (about)
There'll be trouble when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out, when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
What you looking at
Hey, hey, hey, hey
You want a bit of that
Hey, hey, hey, hey
There will be trouble when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out
Hey

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly or the Beautiful

Because it's up hill and against the wind
With no-one there to let us in
Leave your thoughts and save yourself you fool

The daggers of science
Evolving into violence
We're not sure where the fallout blows
But we all know ·

There'll be trouble when the kidz come out (come out)
There will be lots for them to talk about (about)
There'll be trouble when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out, when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
What you looking at
Hey, hey, hey, hey
You want a bit of that
Hey, hey, hey, hey
There will be trouble when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out
Hey

Out on the streets tonight
They're making peace tonight
They're making peace

La, la, la, la...

There'll be trouble when the kidz come out
There will be lots for them to talk about
There'll be trouble when the kidz come out
When the kidz come out, when the kidz come out

There'll be trouble when the kidz come out