Kick The Robot – Whenever You’re Blue Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I’ve been searching for some kind of open door
That’ll lead me straight to you
I’ve been caught in this mess, think hard under distress
And I don’t know what to do

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Here we are just waiting at the bar
All those things that you said weren’t far
From the truth my dear but you don’t even know
All those things that were good as gold

[Chorus 1]
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Slackjaw, feel like a jigsaw whenever you’re blue
Whenever you’re blue

Yeah, blue
Alright

[Verse 2]
I’ve been waiting a while for that infectious smile
To come on and break right on through
I’ve been waiting too long for you to take it on
And I don’t know what to do, no

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Here it is waiting for you again
We don’t even have to pretend
That you don’t mind just how we feel

You don’t even see this thing as real

[Chorus 1]
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Slackjaw, feel like a jigsaw whenever you’re blue
Whenever you’re blue

Yeah

[Bridge]
It’s gonna take some time to realize the fallen fives
We don’t have to ignite the oil flask you devise
We don’t wanna get caught in your triangle of love, so pitiful
We don’t wanna get caught by your design

[Chorus 2]
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Slackjaw, feel like a jigsaw whenever you’re blue
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Slackjaw, feel like a jigsaw whenever you’re blue
Alright

[Outro]
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Slackjaw, feel like a jigsaw whenever you’re blue
Take time, I gotta make time for you
Yeah cheap dig, call me a cheapskate
And I think I’m through

Black Eyed Peas & Maluma – Feel The Beat Lyrics


[Pre-Chorus: J. Rey Soul & Maluma]
Can you feel the beat within my heart?
Can’t you see my love shine through the dark?
Maluma, baby
¡Wuh!

[Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul, Both]
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah
Feel the beat
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah

[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat

[Verse 1: Maluma]
Cuando vivo en el ambiente
No le mete’ mucha mente
Pásalo con aguardiente
Y pa’ que vea lo bueno que se siente y

[Refrain: Maluma]
Ella tiene un culo grande pero natural
Ella dice que lo heredó de su mamá
Y yo se lo creo porque por lo que veo
Rompe la disco con ese meneo
Y yo se lo creo, ojalá me dé un chance
Aunque sé que ella no cae en romance, baby
Porque por lo que veo
Rompe la disco con ese meneo
Y yo se lo creo, ojalá me dé un chance
Aunque sé que ella no cae en romance, baby

[Pre-Chorus: J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat within my heart?
Can’t you see my love shine through the dark?

[Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul, Both]
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah
Feel the beat
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah

[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat

[Verse 2: will.i.am & Maluma]
Baby girl, you my superstar
You the light that I see
On my lap like a computer
Yeah, mami, shake your booty así
Mami, look at how cute you are, yeah
Baby, gimme your body
Let me do you like the way I wanna do you, yeah
Mira (Dice)

[Refrain: will.i.am, will.i.am & Maluma]
Mami, tienes tetas grandes pero natural
They’re not from a doctor ’cause she got ’em from her mom

Baby got a halo
And I can never say no
‘Cause she got a booty like J.Lo
Girl, you got a halo
And I’m checkin’ out your angles
You a sexy devil and my angel, baby

[Pre-Chorus: J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat within my heart?
Can’t you see my love shine through the dark?

[Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel it
Can you feel the beat?
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah
Feel the beat
Baby, I can feel it, ah-ah

[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat
Can you feel the beat?
I can feel the beat

[Verse 3: Maluma]
No e’ latina, pero dice “papi” (Papi)
No quiere novio pero ella está pa’ mí (Pa’ mí)
Todo’ le tiran, nunca responde
No hay na’ que hacer, ella es así (Así)
E’ la reina de la noche (Noche)
Conmigo se tira to’a la’ pose’ (Pose’)
Ya vámono’ p’al after party
I wanna feel your sexy body on me

[Verse 4: Taboo]
Girl, your booty like pastel, cake
I’ma kill the booty cartel, boom-boom
Girl, you always be my angel
Rock the halo, yup, you my bad gal, ayy
You got the best ass in the world
Mami, dame dulce, dame caramel
You my morena, mami lookin’ buena
Wanna put you in the Louis in the Chanel, ayy

[Verse 5: apl.de.ap]
Baby, got my love on grande, grande
Baby, won’t you give it to me? Dame, dame
Mami, give me pum-pum Monday, every day
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, wait
Mami, won’t you come and tell me how you really want it?
If you really, really want it, baby, I’ma give it to you
I’ll be all up in it, baby, I’ll be all up on it
When I make you feel it, betcha you’ll be screamin’ “Hallelujah”

[Outro: J. Rey Soul]
Can you feel the beat within my heart?
Can’t you see my love shine through the dark?

Miki Rose – Right Now Lyrics


Baby you are so fine
When I’m with you I’m on cloud nine
We both got our own grinds
But I realize
When I need you the most
You be going ghost
I know you’re busy but if you say what you mean
You’d make sure I was safe in this cruel and wicked place
I know you’re busy but don’t you hear me
I need you I need you I need you
I need you I need you I need you
I need you I need you I need you
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Just a little of your time
Would make this pain feel alright
Only you can make me unwind
But I realize that

I know you’re busy but don’t you hear me
I need you I need you I need you
I need you I need you I need you
I need you I need you I need you
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Don’t you know
I need you so
Why’d you hold back on me
I know you know
I need you so so where’d you go my baby
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
I need you I need you I need you
Right Now
I need you I need you I need you
Right Now
I need you I need you I need you
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now

Yankie – Andre Lyrics


[Intro]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1]
Andre
그래 가 저 멀리 해 뜨는 곳
자 날아봐 I let you go
언제든 날 불러 I’ll be there

[Verse 2]
Andre no fear 겁먹지마
세상이 널 등져도
희망과 용기 횃불 들고
밝은 웃음 되찾아가 that’s all

[Outro]
Andre, Andre, Andre, Andre

숨을 마셔 또 뱉어 and get up
숨을 마셔 또 뱉어 and get up
숨을 마셔 또 뱉어 and get up
숨을 마셔 또 뱉어 and get up

Vandenberg – Freight Train Lyrics


Spinnin’ in a straight line
Ignorin’ any stop signs
Breakin’ through obstacles in my way
I’ll pickup the pieces some other day

Can you hear my train comin’?
Can you feel the ground shake?
Have you got what it takes?

I’m runnin’ like a freight train
Burnin’ down the tracks
Nothin’ can get in my way
Like a freight train
No lookin’ back
Make no mistakes
‘Cause I’m here to stay

Ooh, got no time to hesitate
Never take the easy way
I don’t look back on bad decisions made
Ain’t the type to roll over and die

Can you hear my train comin’?
Can you feel the ground shake?

Have you got what it takes?

I’m runnin’ like a freight train
Burnin’ down the tracks
Nothin’ can get in my way
Like a freight train
No lookin’ back
Make no mistakes
‘Cause I’m here to stay

Hey, hey!

Whoa!

‘Cause I’m runnin’ like a freight train
Burnin’ down the tracks
Nothin’ can get in my way
Like a freight train
No lookin’ back
Full speed ahead

‘Cause I’m runnin’ like a freight train
Burnin’ down the tracks
Nothin’ can get in my way
Like a freight train
Ahead of the flames
Make no mistakes
‘Cause I’m here to stay

Rockstah – Bier Hat Keine Schwiegermutter Lyrics


“Was ist das schöne an Bier? Bier hat keine Schwiegermutter.”

[Part 1]
Ich bin gar nicht Blink doch willkommen auf der Rockshow
Travis Barker Shirt Yeah, ich bringe dich zum Absturz
Oder wie [?] weil die Junge leider (?)
Sag ich nur zweimal i wie das Logo eines (?)
Trommelkop – du kriegst einen Schlag auf deine Fresse
Und wenn nicht, habe ich immer einen Plan B wie Maeckes
R auf Rap, seit ich meine Stimme auf den Verse packe
Ist dein Leben erschwert, wie das Cover einer Curse Platte
Ich rappe so gut, so nice, so fresh
Und nehme dich nicht ernst in deinem Ed Hardy Dress
Kenne nur Ed Banger, wo sind meine Headbanger
Rock ist eine Vendetta, ihr spielt alle Backgammon
Komme ja nicht so, du Partyphilosoph
Mach es wie ein Stummfilm, spare dir den Ton
Ich bin klug, arrogant, immer eingedeckt in Wemoto
Du bist Stefan Raab und ich kotz dir in dein Studio

[Hook] (x2)
Auch wenn du keinen Style hast, spring in deinen Fila Schluppen
Quer durch deine Kitagruppe oder durch die Chinabude
Brüll laut diese Hook mit, voll egal wie schief sie gucken
Was ist schön an Bier? Bier hat keine Schwiegermutter

[Part 2]
Kotz dir in die Hose, Rock und Sam machen die Hits

Du baust Männer aus Kastanien und denkst es ist der Shit
In den Camouflagehosen mit ‘nem farbenfrohen Muster
Deine Frau will mit mir tanzen so wie Nas mit seiner Mutter
Doch das geht nicht, ist egal, verstehe mich
Du hast keine Zähne, ich finde das eklig
Ein weiteres Problem ist, du bist ziemlich mollig
Du kannst durch mein Zimmer rollen und aufräumen wie Wall-E
Max N., ich hab im Game sowas wie ne Monopolstellung
Sag zum Handy “Scheiße”, denn ich soll jetzt einen Code nennen
Seltsam, ich sag allen Feinden hier das Selbe
Lass Mama aus dem Spiel und ich lass’ deine aus’m Keller
Auf deiner Liveshow verstehe ich nur Bahnhof
So schüttell ich dich bist du skippst wie der IPod Nano
Meine Stimme provoziert bei Frauen puren Sex
Und sie werden nie mehr trocken, wie die Mutter meiner Ex

[Hook] (x2)

[Bridge]
Jetzt die Bridge für die Bitch
I met your babe on MySpace
You second kiss (?) i tried that
I kissed your girl, she liked it
No I get very wet hands
I met your babe on MySpace
You second kiss(?) i tried that
I kissed your girl, she liked it
Now she got very wet pants

[Hook]


Kyle Lucas – Cellar Door Lyrics


[Intro: Kyle Lucas]
I’mma be honest, it’s so beyond us
It’s hard to rationalize when you turn pre-Madonna
All that Dilaudid got your eyes red like piranhas
You get so heated like you sleep up in a sauna
It’s like you only fight with me just to hear yourself talk
And I swear this shit got worse once you got off your Zoloft
You should probably get back on that shit
Or at least go and talk to somebody

[Verse 1: Kyle Lucas]
Look I don’t even know how we lost control
I don’t even know how we lost all hope
Young girl with an old soul
I’m just a dude with a decent flow
Speak heat over beats the emcee I know
Go and reach the elite to beach we go
And come back settle down to a decent home
Because shit was all good just a week ago
But when it comes to you, I’m like a surgeon
Who’s hands shaky, I lack patience
I don’t even need no handshake
From your new man, I mean, for damn sake
I mean why you gotta be on that ho shit
Why you gotta bring up that old shit?
Then act surprise when you get a rise
I mean, no shit, bitch, you know this

[Hook 1: Kyle Lucas]
I guess you think I wouldn’t notice
I guess you think I lost all focus
Try to distract with a magic act, disappear so I wrote this
You hung your own self, I just showed you were that rope is

[Verse 2: Kyle Lucas]
Keeps saying how she’s innocent
Talks about she’s so intimate

With new guys but still finds time
Just to constantly vent on the internet
Well, subtweet till your thumbs week
Keep typing and writing about how you was right
But won’t get a response out of me no
Ho please, we know I don’t deal with these people
Or text back after each show, especially when you so evil
Keep sending me all those diatribes
Getting back together how you dying to try
Then turn around and you lying about guys
That you f*cked whole time, well, an eye for an eye

[Hook 2: Kyle Lucas]
I’mma go f*ck all your friends, get revenge
Get revenge, get revenge
I’mma go f*ck all your friends, get revenge
Now we’re even, now we’re even

[Verse 3: Kyle Lucas]
Ugh, these ho’s need Jesus, or these ho’s new Moses
Or these ho’s need Buddha or at least shit a higher dosage
Probably go and get some therapy, least maybe little life coaching
‘Cause something in you still scaring me
I’m thinking it’s a little psychosis
I know it’s hard to stomach, had to keep it 100
Had 99 problems, you were damn near all of ‘em
Guess i’m at my last straw, sick of being your rag doll
Sick of being your punching bag, it’s like f*ck this hag
But you asked for it, yup

[Outro: Kyle Lucas]
I’mma be honest
I’mma go f*ck all your friends
I’mma be honest
I’mma go f*ck all your friends

Kick The Robot – Foxtrot Uniform Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Why do I hurt the way I do?
Waiting on your heart to come through

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I don’t want it
You can have it
Yeah just keep it
It’s all yours
But if you change your mind
I’ll have to say something more

[Chorus]
If you’re wanting something don’t ask me
If you’re thinking something don’t tell me
I don’t even wanna know
Know oh oh oh

[Verse 2]
You say you try to change your ways
But I’m not gonna fall for that today

[Pre-Chorus 2]
What you’re hidin’ I ain’t buyin’
No, I’ve seen this too many times before

Oh but you look so cute
Just cryin’ there on the floor

[Chorus]

No no no
Oh no no no

[Bridge]
Don’t wanna hear about it
Don’t wanna talk about it
Don’t wanna listen to a word you say
Cause there ain’t no way

[Instrumental interlude]

If you’re wanting something don’t ask me
If you’re thinking something don’t tell me
I don’t even wanna know

If you’re wanting something don’t ask me
If you’re thinking something don’t tell me
I don’t even wanna know
I don’t even wanna know
I don’t even wanna know
No oh oh oh

Bebo Norman – Borrow Mine Lyrics


Take my hand and walk with me a while
Cause it seems your smile has left you
And don’t give in, when you fall apart
And your broken heart has failed you
I’ll set a light up
On a hilltop
To show you my love
For this world to see

You can borrow mine
When your hope is gone
Borrow mine
When you can’t go on
‘Cause the world will not defeat you
When we’re side by side
When your faith is hard to find
You can borrow mine

Take my love when all that you can see
Is the raging sea all around us
And don’t give up ’cause I’m not letting go
And the God we know will not fail us
We’ll lay it all down
As we call out
Sweet Savior
help our unbelief

You can borrow mine
When your hope is gone
Borrow mine
When you can’t go on
‘Cause the world will not defeat you
When we’re side by side
When your faith is hard to find
You can borrow mine

When you are weak
Unable to speak
You are not alone
The God who has saved us
Will never forsake us
he’s coming to take us
Take us to our home

You can borrow mine
When your hope is gone
Borrow mine
When you can’t go on
‘Cause the world will not defeat you
When we’re side by side
When your faith is hard to find
When your faith is hard to find
You can borrow mine

Take my hand
Take my love
Don’t give in
Don’t give up


Satellites & Sirens – Escape Lyrics


Is it today I break away?
Is it the day I clear my name?
It seems like every time I turn around
The outcome is the same

In here this time spent
Is filled with regret
I plan to reach the other side
But I’m still staring at these walls

Take me to the place
Far away where I can escape
Show Your face before it’s too late
Find a way, create this escape

Is there a reason I’m still here?
Is this a season or a year?
I watch the summer come and go

And I am still just sitting here

These lies are binding
Tell me You’ll find me
You’ll have to save me from myself
‘Cause I know I’ll go back again

Take me to the place
Far away where I can escape
Show Your face before it’s too late
Find a way, create this escape

Take me to the place
Far away where I can escape
Show Your face before it’s too late
Find a way, create this escape

Juri & Bushido – 2003 Lyrics


[Songtext zu „2003“]

[Part 1: Bushido]
Ey yo, der Staatsfeind, ich ficke dieses ganze Land mit paar Zeil’n
Und pisse hinterher auf deinen Grabstein
SadiQ rappt von Kalaschnikows mit seinem Ananas-Kopf
Macht auf krass in sein’n Blocks, doch lutscht bei Araber Cocks
Yeah, Deutschraps Resident, ja, ich komm’ mit Juri
Sag der Bitch Shirin David, sie ist nur ein Touri
Diese Blogger-Schlampen machen alles für den Fame
Aber Selbstbräuner machen Barbara nicht zur ‘ner Bae, yeah
Mein Vermögen, der Erfolg und die Hater
Wachsen immer weiter wie der Frontzahn von J-Luv
Flizzy macht den Mund auf und Simon hat die Secret Sauce
Jeder weiß, dieser Kai jagt dir deine Streamings hoch
Scheiß auf die Backspin und scheiß auf die Juice
Eure Lügen haben alle kurze Beine wie Rooz, yeah
EGJ, BBM, kurzer Prozess
„Sonny Black II“ beendet eure Hurensohn-Raps, ah

[Hook: Juri, Juri & Bushido]
Wer ist wieder hart? Wer macht wieder Gangsterrap?
Wer ist dieser Junge? Cha-tfua, ich ficke dein Geschäft!
Es ist Sonny Black und Juri, ich ficke deine Gang jetzt
Ich ficke dein Mutter, weil die Schlampe sich bang’n lässt
Denn vom Bordstein, bis zur Skyline
Siehst du unsre Welt, wie sie niemals still steht, yeah
Und vom Horizont, bis zum Asphalt
Das ist unser Leben, in der Stadt, die niemals schläfst, yeah

[Part 2: Juri]
Alles, was ich wollte, war vom Bordstein bis zur ersten Reihe (Ja)

Und geh’ mit scharfem Eisen los auf deine Fangemeinde (Puh, puh)
Bleib’ dem Ghetto treu wie Vito Genovese
Denn statt Mios war’n die Währung damals Kilogrammpakete (Wouh)
Das ist Fick-deine-Mutter-Rap straight aus dem Tartaros (Yeah)
Gib ihm V12, Attitude ist Fahrerflucht
Juri Luciano, Sonny bounct den Beat
Niemals lächeln vor der Kamera wie Gotti aus Prinzip (Niemals)
Taktik offensiv, Schüsse fallen im Minutentakt
Heute an der Chartspitze, nie mehr Untersuchungshaft
Ziffernblatt Champagner-Gold, Armand de Brignac
Fick dein Ami-Rapper-Lit-Verein, all the way up (Ja)
Sag mir, wieso klingt dein Track nach Whiskas-Werbung, Katzensongs
Salah an dei’m Telefon, du zitterst wie bei Parkinson
Sieh mich im Benz sitzen, Shem sniffen, Rap ficken (Ja)
Blut wird vergossen, Bratan, ich lande in Hell’s Kitchen

[Hook: Juri, Juri & Bushido]
Wer ist wieder hart? Wer macht wieder Gangsterrap?
Wer ist dieser Junge? Cha-tfua, ich ficke dein Geschäft!
Es ist Sonny Black und Juri, ich ficke deine Gang jetzt
Ich ficke dein Mutter, weil die Schlampe sich bang’n lässt
Denn vom Bordstein, bis zur Skyline
Siehst du unsre Welt, wie sie niemals still steht, yeah
Und vom Horizont, bis zum Asphalt
Das ist unser Leben, in der Stadt, die niemals schläfst, yeah


Hyomin – Nice Body Lyrics


[Loco] Ah yeah
You know Brave sound
Hyomin, Loco
Let’s do that
Let me see your body move
I love that

[Hyomin] yeojaramyeon nuguna nochureul wonhaeyo
Yeojaramyeon han beonjjeum daieoteureul haneyo
Yeojaramyeon bunmyeonghi sarang batgil wonhaeyo
Kkumsogui wangjanimeun bunmyeonghi natanal geoyeyo

(Meokgo sipeun geotdo chamgo)
Dokhage saraga
(Apeun geotdo modu chamgo)
Nan yeppeojil geoya
Saranghal geoya deo boyeojul geoya
Nan dallajil geoya
[Loco] you do deserve it

[Hyomin] nae mommaen nice nice body
Jalppajin dari ssaekkeunhan heori
(Give me love, give me
Love, give me love)
Nae mommaen nice nice body
Modu da nollae hanagachi banhae
Ije nareul musi motaeyo

[Loco] neodo algoisseo ne dari ippeungeo?
Nado algoisseo chyeodabomyeon jineungeo
Igigo sipji anha jeogeodo I najeneun
Sikgonjeung ttaemune nareunhaetdeon
Nareul ireukineun neo
Machi undonghaneun seoyang nunadeul
Neo ppaegon da mitmitagiman han tongnamu
Beolsseobuteo uyeoneul gajanghan mannameul
Sangsanghago inneun nan da jaran kkumnamu

[Hyomin] namjaramyeon nuguna ireon yeojal wonhaeyo
Namjaramyeon hanagachi yeppeun geol johahaeyo
Namjaramyeon han beonjjeum yahan saenggageul haeyo
Geuge nayeosseumyeon jokesseo
Geuraesseumyeon jokesseo

(Meokgo sipeun geotdo chamgo)
Dokhage saraga
(Apeun geotdo modu chamgo)
Nan yeppeojil geoya
Saranghal geoya deo boyeojul geoya
Nan dallajil geoya
[Loco] you do deserve it

[Hyomin] nae mommaen nice nice body
Jalppajin dari ssaekkeunhan heori
(Give me love, give me
Love, give me love)
Nae mommaen nice nice body
Modu da nollae hanagachi banhae
Ije nareul musi motae Baby

Na jeongmal himdeureosseoyo oo
Geudae ttaeme eolmana noryeokhanji mollayo o
Maepsi naneun seutail gibun joha seumail
Dangdanghaejyeosseo ijen nado

[All] nae mommaen nice nice body
[Hyomin] jalppajin dari ssaekkeunhan heori
([Loco] neon nal andallage hae du nuneul tteji motae)
[All] nae mommaen nice nice body
[Hyomin] modu da nollae hanagachi banhae
Ije nareul musi motaeyo

James Weldon Johnson – The Black National Anthem Lyrics


Song title: Lift ev’ry voice and sing
Also known as: The Black National Anthem
Also known as: The Negro National Anthem

Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring.
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast’ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the bright gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee,
Shadowed beneath thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.

Rockstah – Gut So Lyrics


[Part 1]
Wach auf, auf meiner Couch – ohne Frau
Durch das Flimmern meines HD-TVs
Das Haus riecht nach Mamas guten Pfannkuchen
Goldbraun, IPhone aus, ignoriere Anrufe
Und ich stresse mich nicht weiter, nehme mir die Zeit
Das Motto für den Tag bleibt “Jogginghose reicht mir”
Muss für den Abend noch die Zukunft planen
In meinem begehbaren Blue Ray Schrank
Schaue Filme, bis mitten in der Nacht, aufgewacht
Als Deutschland grade Mittagspause macht
Doch ist egal, ich hab frei, so wie jeden Tag
Erwähne mein Tron-Motorrad nur im Nebensatz

[Hook] (x2)
Geht schon, alles gut so – Uns geht es ja gut so
So wie es grad ist kann es gern bleiben ist schon gut so

Ist schon alles gut so
Wirklich alles gut so

[Part 2]
Der Sand in deinen Schuhen ist aus Saint Tropez
Der Sand in meinen Schuhen ist aus Tatooine
Hier siehst du kein Frauenbein gespreizt
Doch dafür die Flügel der Red Five
Belad´den Kofferraum des Raumschiffes
Mit Tüten von Urban Outfitters
Ohne Rauschgift sind wir heute high
Fliegen in’s All und gucken dort Star Wars live
Und illegale Milchstraßenrennen
Bei seltsamen Händlern unser Geld dann verwetten
Aber alles nicht so schlimm – euch gehört die Welt
Mir der Rest, ball den Power Glove nach oben und bin fresh
R.O

[Hook]


Jessie James Decker – Almost Over You Lyrics (feat. Randy Houser)


[Verse 1: Jessie James Decker & Randy Houser]
I should get gone
I shoulda smiled and walked on by
All the smoke and the neon
Ain’t bright enough to hide your eyes

[Pre-Chorus 1: Both]
I wasn’t lookin’ for love
I was lookin’ for a nightcap
I was about to head home
‘Til you walked in lookin’ like that
And now we’re dancing real close
With your hands on my back
Oh, you got the same kinda something
You always used to

[Chorus: Both]
I was almost over you
Wasn’t thinking ’bout you at all
Now it’s like all I can do
Is hold on ’til the last call
Pray that you come home with me
And stay the whole night through
Maybe longer if you do
I was almost over you

[Verse 2: Jessie James Decker & Randy Houser]
This should feel wrong
I miss the perfume in your hair
Are you leading me on?
Would you really even care?
No

[Pre-Chorus 2: Both]
I wasn’t lookin’ for love

I was getting on the right track
I was about to head home
‘Til you started talkin’ to me like that
And now you’re kissing me slow
With your hands on my back
Oh, feels like we’re falling in something
Just like we used to

[Chorus: Both]
I was almost over you
Wasn’t thinking ’bout you at all
Now it’s like all I can do
Is hold on ’til the last call
Pray that you come home with me
And stay the whole night through
Maybe longer if you do
I was almost over you

[Bridge: Both]
You
You
I was almost over you
You

[Chorus: Both]
I was almost over you
Wasn’t thinking ’bout you at all
Now it’s like all I can do
Is hold on ’til the last call
Pray that you come home with me
And stay the whole night through
Maybe longer if you do
I was almost over you

[Outro: Jessie James Decker, Randy Houser & Both]
You
You
I was almost over you
Ooh
Oh yeah

Vinyl Williams – Mithras Lyrics


Let the acting be divine
Let parallels collide
In eternal lines divine
An everlasting vexation

Back stabbing the world

Every time I see the glow I cry

Neptune in the rain float away
Is it the mouth of the eternal place?
Give your surroundings a breath of flame
This interaction fumigates

Anteros – Ordinary Girl Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Maybe it’s the irony
That part of me is torn
Maybe it’s a comedy, a tragedy reborn
They wanna talk about the white dress
White vest and paper plates
Don’t wanna talk about the secrets, mind games
That never end

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how close you were to being number one
You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
I could cry, cry, cry
Or ask myself why again

[Chorus]
But it’s not an ordinary world
And you’re not an ordinary girl

[Verse 2]
So you want to be the one to save the world
Someday, alone
Till you make a little big mistake
And nowhere feels like home
I wonder if there’ll be a likeness, I guess
It all depends
I wonder if you’ll be a princess, mindless
Can we be friends?

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how close you were to being number one
You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
I could cry, cry, cry
Or ask myself why again

[Chorus]
But it’s not an ordinary world
And you’re not an ordinary girl

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how close you were to being number one
You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
I could cry, cry, cry
Or ask myself why again
You don’t know how close you were to being number one
You don’t know how close you were to having all the fun
I could cry, cry, cry
Or ask myself why again

[Chorus]
But it’s not an ordinary world
And you’re not an ordinary girl

[Outro]
‘Cause it’s not an ordinary world
And you’re not an ordinary girl

Kick The Robot – Give Up Give In Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I’ve been wasting all my time
Trying to make you mine
I’ve been hanging out of place
Portrait without a face, oh no
Oh no

Darling may I call you dear
Let me be perfectly clear
I don’t need you here

[Chorus]
Give up, give in
Give everyone everything
You’ve got to give everyone everything
Give it all, give it all
‘Til you’re nothing but rags and bones
Give it all

[Verse 2]
Maybe I controlled it all
Convinced the sky to fall on you
‘Cause I wanted it to, yeah
Maybe it’s always been my fault
You wanted sugar, I gave you salt
Oh no

Darling ‘less I see some tears

Let me be perfectly clear
I don’t need you here

[Chorus]
Give up, give in
Give everyone everything
You’ve got to give everyone everything
Give it all, give it all
‘Til you’re nothing but rags and bones
Give it all

[Vocalization]

Give up, give in
Give everyone everything
You’ve got to give oh

Give up, give in
Everyone everything
You’ve got to give, give, give (everyone everything)
Give it all (give it all)
Oh
You’re nothing but rags and bone
Your heart just turns to stone
Nothing but rags and bones

Give it all

A Million Dead Birds Laughing – Hydra Lyrics


Have you seen my god?

I lost hope when the idiots shouted
How does it feel to be evolved?
One demon against the world
How does it feel to be alone?

Hey satan

They murdered as they contort
Contamination walked
Into my dreams

Thought forms breathe

Once in a world. Terminate
Smell december rust
Every single one…

Burn the brave
They’ll remember us

It takes some heart when the parts start breaking
The dark salivating…
The freaks are coming home…

How does it feel to be alone?
One ego against them all
How does it feel to be evolved?

Hey satan
Have you seen my gun?
They can’t make me play their big bad world!

50 Cent Blast DJ Clue For Refusing To Play Pop Smoke’s Album, Calls Him “Lower Case L”


50 Cent put DJ Clue on blast for his refusal to play Pop Smoke’s new album.

If anyone dislikes Pop Smoke’s music, they’re going to have to deal with 50 Cent. Pop may have left this world a few months ago, but Fifty has acted as his guardian angel ever since. Fans of the “Welcome to the Party” rapper — and Pop himself — never had to fear that the debut album he was working on at the time of his death would never be heard, as Fifty took it upon himself to finish the record so he could make the late 20-year-old’s dream of taking his mother to an awards show, a reality.

Months have been spent on finishing and perfecting Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon, with the album dropping today after an initial three-week delay. Along with the big release, came a new single, entitled “The Woo”. But instead of causing celebration, the song has caused controversy instead. Fiddy debuted the track last night via Funkmaster Flex — something which seemingly antagonized DJ Clue, who has since refused to play the tune.

An official reason for the decision was not made public, but 50 Cent reckons that Clue was just pissed off and sought to call him out in a typical IG tirade. “This fool @djclue got in his feelings, and said he not playing POP Smoke new joint because he didn’t get the record first,” the ‘Animal Ambition’ rapper claimed on Insta. “I done sold 30 million records you think i give a f*** if you play my music is you stupid, is you dumb n****?” Fifty also declared that Clue should get punched in the face.

This is not the first time this week that Pop’s album caused 50 Cent to freak. He went off on Virgil Abloh, who designed the cover (which the public unanimously agreed could have been way better).

Let’s hope the rest goes well, for Pop Smoke — and Fifty’s — sake.

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This fool @djclue got in his feelings, and said he not playing POP Smoke new joint because he didn’t get the record first.?FUCK YOU CLUE, you don’t mean shit! @funkflex been kicking your ass up and down the street for years you little retard. I done sold 30 million records you think i give a fuck if you play my music ?is you stupid, is you dumb nigga? ?I think you should get punched in the face, ?i don’t know why, but i’m almost sure yo ass getting punched in the face. Nothing crazy just a lower case L You know the vibes nigga.?

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McFly – Mcfly The Musical Lyrics


10 years have gone by, in the blink of an eye,
Time really seems to fly when you’re in McFly
So thanks for coming here tonight,
I hope that we aren’t playing shite
And if we are, please be polite, or Doug will cry

I wrote this song so that collectively we could get some perspective
Before we play and you scream, cheer and clap
So please allow me, if I may, to take you some place far away,
And quickly give a brief 10 year recap.

In 2001, I attended an audition and became the 4th addition to the Busted 1st edition
After 24 hours, those frickin’ Busted bastards
Kicked me out and told me I was not what they’re after
But I’d have done the same if I was in their position,
But I’d have kicked the one out with the eyebrow condition
That wasn’t the end, no, it didn’t stop there
In 2003, up in Bolton somewhere

I met someone with talent oozing out of his bones,
That’s right folks, he was called Danny Jones
His skills on the guitar really are quite insane,
But what balances his talent is his microscopic brain
He agreed that him and me should write a bunch of songs,
So we got a record deal and here’s where it goes wrong
We held an audition and two guys came along,
Called Dougie and Harry, and that’s how McFly was born

Being McFly is pretty awesome, you get to do radical things
Like touring round the world from Madrid to Brazil,
Or building schools in Africa for kids that are ill
Yes, everyday is different but equally thrilling,
There’s no way of knowing what tomorrow will bring

Being McFly is pretty awesome, it’s not very hard to see why
It’s so awesome being M-C-F-L-Y

Being McFly is pretty wicked, but I am just one of four guys,
I’m the only one who’s not been on reality shows,
But if I did I’d know I’d be receiving your votes,
‘Cause I can do the tango with some folks that are famous,
Or chill out in the jungle eating ostrich’s anus
Or there’s the Big Brother house, but I would never go in,
‘Cause I’d rather sing some opera with Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen

Or I could stay home writing songs for One Direction,

In search for sing-alongable musical perfection,
And spend an hour admiring my Harry Potter wand collection
Dougie wants to add a joke in here about erections
But it’s a family show, so I’m making some corrections,
For those penis eating, jungle swingers, ballroom dancing, opera singers

Being McFly is pretty awesome, it’s not very hard to see why,
It’s so awesome being M-C-F-L-Y

It’s been M-otional
C-ms so F-fortless
I’d do it all again for the L of it
Just don’t ask me Y

It’s been M-barrassing
C-eems so F-ing stressful
But overall it’s been de-L-ightful
It’s hard to Y-ne

Every now and then the strangest things go on,
Like being on the cover of a gay magazine with no clothes on
But after 10 years of it, we just don’t give a shit,
We will do anything, literally anything
We might even pull our trousers down and wave around our danglings

Being McFly is pretty awesome, but it’s not been the easiest ride
Dougie went to rehab and thank God he came back,
I lost loads of weight and now I’m no longer fat,
And Danny’s going bald so he might start wearing hats
We’ve had our share of tabloid covered exploited romance,
We still don’t know if Harry really shagged Lindsay Lohan

Check me out, ’cause I can play piano with one hand
That’s how awesome you become if you are in my band
You paid for the ticket so should probably buy a programme

Oh, being McFly is freakin’ awesome!
But I am only one of four,
The other three are equally as awesome as me,
We’re just about as awesome as a pop band can be
Our awesomeness is tangible, it’s easy to see
Why we’re so freaking radical, occasionally magical,
Dramatical, fanatical, for us, matter-of-factual,
It’s actual, fantastical, contractual, we sold out shows!
There’s no turning back at all from McFly

M-otional after 10 years
C – see my eyes are filling with tears
F – it’s effortless
L – like elephants!
Y – ’cause we’re awesome!
Just like McFly

M! C! F! L! Y!

Mark Ronson – Crack In The Pearl, Pt. Ii Lyrics (feat. Stevie Wonder & Jeff Bhasker)


[Stevie Wonder]
Cause there’s always a flaw in the diamond
A lightning-fork crack in the pearl
A fault in the rock of the island
And it’s usually shaped like a girl, girl

[Stevie Wonder]
Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas

[Stevie Wonder]
I was the first one to see her
And you were the first one to fall
Like a half-drunken downhill skier
And she was the oncoming wall
Now I get that it’s all gone awry
A joke I might like to take back
Wipe a bright star from the night sky
Nothing can fill in the black


Mark Ronson – Crack In The Pearl Lyrics (feat. Andrew Wyatt)


In the back room of the El Mago Casino
Under a portrait of Doris Day
You and I
And a pair of C-notes
Soft candy betting hard eight

Not quite how you laid it out for me
When we split up that night, that night
Coming out of the Sunset Marquis
Before you left to deal the fine white

Is this how you pictured it
Is this how you thought it would be

We got right with the mutual problem
That got right between you and me
I told you the girl would be trouble
I said she was going to break us
Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas


Mark Ronson – On The Run Lyrics


Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson
Call the fire chief to inspect the arson
Y’all got problems, Brooklyn is in the buildin’
We built the buildin’

Easy to touch but it’s hard to hold
Easy to meet but it’s hard to know
Paste this one across ya domes and spread it out all across the globe
Heat it up and keep ‘em on dey toes
I’m like the diamond in the mind, I was born to glow
Drop Paul on or off the roll
Freak daddy stroke long and slow, I break ‘em down type strong, then blow
Heading right back to B-R-O, okay L-Y and homo wild porridge
Streets without mercy, nights without silence
Lee without skill is like Gars without science
Jake without sirens, life without dyin’
I’m hot without tryin’, ya heard it so now buy it
Joint come on, you start whinin’

Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It’s the M-O-P, we gotta!)
Brooklyn is in the buildin’, you got problems
(Ma friendly I have you)
Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it

I’m one hundred percent nigga, first fam’ to owe me that’s behind me
We’ll f*ck up a whole city like Rudy Giuliani, you plastic

You don’t wanna go at it, so (stop)
You ain’t ready for the aftermath, the matics are (pop)
I wandering with Y-H from the tri-state, ya violate
I just need to go _____ prostate
It’s the M-O-P
And we on the run for real, from the left to the ten
I bin hearin’ you holla (gangsta) for fifteen years now
But when you went, well the shit went down
Come on now
We rugged rap singin’
Rob niggas for prattling and keep their rings
Tell your man, Bill did it he, he reeled with it, killed with it
Little pissed off homie take the loss, deal wid it
While y’all get it goin’, we’ll get it done
A million and one, ma friendly, I had you faggots on the run

Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It’s the M-O-P, we gotta!)
Brooklyn on the premises, you got problems
Ma friendly I have you
Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it

Yo, Ron Pharrell Pharell, M-R-M-D (it’s the M-O-P ma nigga!)
You know what I’m sayin’

I wanna fly in the sky, let my lyric carry me
I’m gonna fly, fly, fly, fly

We have em’


Mark Ronson – Intro Lyrics


[Saigon] (Mark Ronson)
Oh Shit!
What?! This is a banger
Yo check this out
I be lord Saig’
I’m chillin’ with Mark Ronson
This is his first album
He got special guests and fly motherf*ckers
Do you know what? (what?) Yo Mark? (yeah) You need to set this shit up (alright) by your God. Damn. Self. (I got you Saig’ let’s do it)

[Mark Ronson]
One day I get a call on the phone, Silvia rung, she like my technique, saw me rockin’ them domes
She said here’s a half a mil make some hits of your own
First stop Kentucky where they got me real crunk

Back down to Charlin we wallin’
Ghostface and Trife the records all pausin’

West west for hooks make D-O double G say, ooh wee

Now we back up in the disco, I heat it up in the booth like Crisco,
Put your rollerskates on let your hips go

Couple days later sounds from Jamaica, show off with the track and he said I’ll take her!
Back down to J-A
International affair

Rollin rollin round, streets are spawned and most of Mark Ronson
It’s the M-O-P! We gotta Rollin rollin round
Brooklyn is in the building you got probl-
Freeway on the verse is a monster, but I needed a hug so I called Nikka Costa
I know you feelin’ my rosta
And my name got a buzz, so here come the fuzz


Mark Ronson – Tomorrow Lyrics


Yeah, yeah, seriously? I kinda like that

Now in most places when you wake up when the sun goes down people usually frown but
When you jumpin’ off it usually doesn’t make a diff-diff-difference
And since me and you is the hottest things in here we gon’ get down and dance dance spin you around like Fred Astaire

I recognize all day and night
But tomorrow I got the day off (up late and I feel alright)
I’ve waited for this all week long
Wake up all my friends and we blast off every tone

I’m gonna be up all night
Cause I don’t have to work tomorrow
Llegamos hasta las ocho
Wake up as the sun goes down
The new night is just beginning
And we’ll keep dancing ’til tomorrow

Tonight I got almost infinite time
To love until I’m good and to dance until I’m high
Without a worry on my mind
Without a worry on my mind
Cause I can do my thing ’til the sun begins to shine

I’m gonna be up all night
Cause I don’t have to work tomorrow
Llegamos hasta las ocho
Wake up as the sun goes down
The new night is just beginning
And we’ll keep dancing ’til tomorrow

Isn’t it funny how the moon can always look-look different than the, different than the night before

When you saw this, when we movin’, move again and it’s [?] standing up than standing still but all well’s well
Equal destiny, feed the hunger, you know I want ya
And I propose [?], make your toes tap, [?] work, lose that, [?]

Tonight I feel free, I’m free up tomorrow, whatever it brings
Ooooh, ’cause when tomorrow ends, and it starts again
Another night’s to follow
So follow me yeah, and never stop

I’m gonna be up all night
Cause I don’t have to work tomorrow
Llegamos hasta las ocho
Wake up as the sun goes down
The new night is just beginning
And we’ll keep dancing ’til tomorrow

I’m gonna be up all night
Cause I don’t have to work tomorrow
Llegamos hasta las ocho
Wake up as the sun goes down
The new night is just beginning
And we’ll keep dancing ’til tomorrow

I’m gonna be up all night
Cause I don’t have to work tomorrow
Llegamos hasta las ocho
Wake up as the sun goes down
The new night is just beginning
And we’ll keep dancing ’til tomorrow

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I don’t have to work tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah, Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and


Red Wanting Blue – My Name Is Death Lyrics


Hey there fellas my name is Death
So when you see my comin better hold your breath
Some call me the repo man
Cause I seem to collect wherever I am
I’m often called the Big Finale
I got a tendency for bringin the curtain down
And I can’t help my reputation proceeds me
Like the clouds before a storm you’ll run for cover believe me
And I start every conversation the same

Sayin hey there fellas my name is Death
So when you see me coming better hold your breath
Cause I’m your last breath, I’m your sweet retreat
I’m the baddest motherf*cker you will ever meet
I’m free to come and go as I please
I wear the seven deadly sins upon my sleeve
I’m dying to meet you now
I got a handshake you’ll never forget, my friend
I’m the end, my name is Death

Some say that I’m all work and no play
I just got a knack for taking peoples breath away
It’s not to say exceptions can’t be made

When the Stones wrote me a song I cut em a break
And I can’t help that I’m dressed best in black,
Even better than the late, great Johnny Cash.
And I shot more men in Reno than he ever did.
I got a million weapons and more ways to use em
From nuclear power to drugs and boozin
But my favorite just might be the element of surprise

I whisper hey there fellas my name is Death
So when you see me coming better hold your breath
Cause I’m your last breath, I’m your sweet retreat
I’m the baddest motherf*cker you will ever meet
I’m free to come and go as I please
I wear the seven deadly sins upon my sleeve
I’m dying to meet you now
I got a handshake you’ll never forget
And I mean no disrespect
But if you see me comin, better run
Cause my name is Death
My name is Death
My name is Death
My name is Death


Mark Ronson – Bout To Get Ugly Lyrics


I think I’m ready to do some type of report
Tell me whatcha really want
Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don’t know (Rhymefest) it’s bout to get ugly
From the East to the Midwest
Lemme tell ya how we do it here
(It’s ’bout to get ugly)

You know we shot till I die
And I’m lovin’ the spot
But when I’m up in NY they say the clubbin is hot
They say
You could meet a broad
Take her home on the spot
And that broad could get a broad
Bring ’em home and just watch (Yes!)
They say Club Cheeta’
That’s the place where all the niggas gettin’ shot in the face
We can hit central fly
Long as the chicks is fly
I need some head no time to waaaaaste
Who that DJ be
They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
That Midwest attitude gettin’ ’em respondin"
Talkin bout "Ohh his accent is so charmin’"
Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go
Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room
I ain’t see no Negroes
Like ahhh "niggas don’t listen to techno"
Slow it down now, we goin downstairs
They got the Cristal
They got the lounge chairs
With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)
I know its everyday for you
I ain’t from round here

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now most thinkin’ it’s lovely

I’m dancin with this chick, right?

Music hard got her ass jumpin all night
DJ throwin’ out the pity part that’s right (No shirt on)
Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh)
Hold up
Where the hell he get that mix
White boys goin’ wild doin back flips
Playin rock n’ roll
Mixin’ with the black shit
M.O.P AC/DC
That’s it! Keep it goin’
Now its Rob Zombie
I never liked rock n’ roll
But now its gon’ be
Blonde hair blue eyes
Kissin gold chains
I’m Mos Def
She the queen of the stone age
Rhymefest
I’m the king of my own age
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
Should we dance?
Hell nah, start a mosh pit
And let ’em know we just
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
Right now it’s gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want
For me to miss my plane
Stay in NY and do it again
Tell me whatcha really want
Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby who’s pullin’ your strings
Tell me whatcha really want
The DJ in the booth
Thinking that we not playin the truth
With the hard rock, hip-hop
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson’s on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest

(Right now it’s getting pretty ugly)
(Riiiiight now,)
(Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again, Doin’ it again now
(Going to get ugly right now,)
(I can’t, I can’t help myself…)
[*continued vocalizing*]


2Pac – Secretz Of War (Original Rules Version) Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: 2Pac]
Secrets of war
Get your pen and pads out, you lil’ young ass muthafuckas
Alright now, Fatal-n-Felony, you know what time it is
Kingpin Kurupt, with ‘Pac
Put your hands on ya, hands ya
Get y’all niggas up
Roll with the secrets now
Secrets of war
Put your hands on ya, hands on ya
Time to roll with the secrets now
Secrets of war
Put your hands on ya, hands on ya
Peep it
Check it

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
My melody is music that’s corrupt as a felony
Lethal weapon rebelling, so dope that niggas inhaling me, uh!
Like Sun Tzu or Machiavelli, the secrets of war
The art of combat, bustin’ will never fail me
Now Rule 1: Follow yo’ enemies and peep his weakness
Constitute while he’s asleep and make the game deeper
Rule 2: Locate his crew, and peep the things they do
Now get some infra-red beams and waste them niggas too
Rule 3: Let’s find a place where they rest they head
You jealous bastards make caskets out ya comfy beds
Rule 4: Now peep the secrets of war
I got surveillance on muthafuckas beware of my forty-four
Rule 5: Right before you bustas die
Let you look me inside my eyes say ya good-byees
Then Rule 6: Witness the death of a trick
He was a coward from day one, and died like a bitch, see BIIATCH
Hahahahahaha

[Hook: 2Pac]
We bust, if we must, plus we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
(you know what time it is)
Secrets of war
We bust if we must, plus we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
(Put your hands on ya, hands on ya)
Secrets of war

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
I diffuse troops with interviews and they metabolism
Sure mad and I’m snappin on rappers actin’ they stacks is wit’ ’em
Expose you like spades, who the fuck out they heart
I pull your projects apart and find more ism than narcs
We play parks and side streets, keepin’ it 9 to 5 B
Last week plan is jump to 21 jump street
Poisonous led, spread ya legs on the rake
Or I’m gettin’ mine feel about 29 that’s sittin’ on the ledge
This ain’t the place to creep, so don’t be practicin’
How to get my niggas on the block, when you think we sleep
No I don’t think ya know our styles, you ain’t got shit I wreck
Mechanic will have ’em empty like them 7th ave projects
You half way crooks, ya guys are scared to step foot and look fast
On the strength they can get hit up quick or their shit took fast
I smile, and I’ll commitin’ murder, money live
Pager 325, on some shit you never fuckin’ heard of

[Hook: 2Pac]
Here we go, secrets of war
We bust if we must, plus, we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
Secrets of war (y’all know what time it is)
We bust if we must, plus, we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
(Put your hands on ya, hands on ya)

[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
Nowadays with all these fast cash tendencies
Yo straight up, they got me lookin’ eye to eye, with all my enemies
Spottin’ almost plottin’, claimin’ to be a fuckin’ friend of me
Triple connections, Two TECs sittin’ shot gun up in the Lexus
Ready to release some ripples in a nigga mid-section
With bullets that’s hollow, rules to follow crews get swallowed down wit’ the clowns
Get drowned like deuce deuce bottles
We clique gettin’ major, clappin’ glasses, spittin’ razors
It’s insane how I live, it’s unexplained cross behavior
Streets of war

[Hook: 2Pac]
We bust if we must, plus, we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
Secrets of war (y’all know what time it is)
We bust if we must, plus, we handle business
If you jealous niggas fuck with us
(Hands on ya, hands on ya)

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
I’ve seen it over, and over, no win sit-yay-tions
The end, the end of gladiations so now they facin’ (uh)
They faced with metaphoric phrases hysteria (uh huh)
Engages the death toll to spread like malaria
What I can cock and stop thoughts from circulatin’ through ya head
In the form of writer’s block and spread like a plague (hm)
I break, batter and bruise neck, arms and legs
In my profession, my thoughts conceal weapons (uhh)
Gettin’ ready to drop the bomb like the B-1
Ya 145 pound rhymes and mines a 3 ton
Concoctions, mystic can spot the gator
Before ya get a dosage of the greatest rhyme creator
In this existence relax and explore the scene
I get this shit pumped the fuck up like morphine
And uh, and uh, and uh

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hahahahehehehe, be-itch
Secrets of muthafuckin’ war
(We bust, if we must, plus, jealous niggas fuck wit’ us)
Y’all don’t even understand it
(secrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, jealous niggas fuck wit’ us)
Secrets of war
And all you lil’ young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about 50 times
You’ll have enough game to roll up to the club or somethin’ (we thuggin’ be-itch)
Teach these bitches a lil’ somethin’, you know what I mean?
Secrets of muthafuckin’ war, live on Death Row, BITCH!
Hahahahahehehehehe
You niggas crazy
Well that was Kurupt
Fatal, Felony
And ‘Pac
That nigga Johnny J on the beat so
You know it’s thug life


Lil Vinceyy – Chinita Girl Lyrics


Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl
Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl

Hey girl, konichiwa
You look so good like chinita
Baby girl, please come here na
Ayoko na kasing nag-iisa
Magkatapat lang tayo ng table
We’re lookin’ at each other
Ba’t di ka naman comfortable
I don’t know why
‘Di naman ako batang pasaway
Titig mo palang ako’y bibigay
Iyong ganda ay walang kapantay

Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl
Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama

My chinita girl
My chinita girl

Guel, arbor na yan
Baka pwede na sa akin na lang, yeah
Ganda naman
Titig palang’ matik na tapos ka, yeah
‘Di ko mapigilan ang
Aking nararamdaman
Sarap titigan ang
Chinita na yan
Sa kanyang kinatatayuan, yeah

Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl
Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl

Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl
Saiyong tingin palang ako ay natunaw na
Mga titig mo sa akin naka ‘bighani na
‘Di ko mapigilan aking nadarama
My chinita girl
My chinita girl