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| 2. |
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See what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I'm having the same. Go see what the boys in the backroom will have, And give them the poison they name. And when I die, don't spend my money On flowers and my picture in a frame. Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, And tell them I sighed, And tell them I cried, And tell them I died of the same. And when I die, don't buy a casket Of silver with the candles all aflame Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, And tell them I sighed, And tell them I cried, And tell them I died of the same. And when I die, don't pay the preacher For speaking of my glory and my fame Just see what the boys in the backroom will have, And tell them I sighed, And tell them I cried, And tell them I died of the same |
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All these beats and my rhymes attached Form the new creation called the Marley Scratch We're always steered in a positive course His beats my rhymes combined make force I say it's like a force cos the force is strong And if you think we're weak I'd say you're wrong All you other DJ's are a bunch of jerks Marley give 'em an example how a DJ works Verse 2 Since you just heard how a DJ sound The name Marley Marl, I will break it down The M is for Master of Scratch And if the needle was to slip it's the needle he'll catch The A is a letter that you set apart I wouldn't call his beats music, I would call it Art The R just stands for the way he Rock Which is 24-oh-7 around the clock The L is for Lyrics that I write When put to his music sounds out of sight The E is for Every beat he make Which sucker DJ's persist to take Don't play with the Y cos it isn't a game You ax |
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| 2:34 |
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I've been in love before, it's true
Been learning to adore just you Some old woman taught me how to kiss To smile like that, to sigh like this I've been in love before, you'll see Oh darling, what a bore I'd be My past that makes you hate me Makes you love me too I've been in love before, never knew And I've been in love before, it's true Been learning to adore just you Some old woman taught me how to kiss To smile like that and sigh like this I've been in love before, you'll see Oh darling, what a bore I'd be My past that makes you hate me Makes you love me too I've been in love before, haven't you? |
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| 2:16 |
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| 6. |
| 3:09 |
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| 7. |
| 2:40 |
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All I do, is dine with'm
And split a pint of wine with'm Respectable as can be… Yet here's what they say to me… You've got that look, That look that leaves me weak You with your eyes across the table technique You've got that look, That look between the lines You with your let's get more than friendly designs I should be brave and say, “Let's have no more of it”! But oh what's the use when you know…I love it! You'll only kill my will before I speak So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak You've got that look, That look that leaves me weak You with your eyes across the table technique You got that look, That look between the lines You with your let's get more than friendly designs I should be brave and say, “Let's have no more of it”! But oh what's the use when you know…I love it! You'll only kill my will before I speak So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak! |
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| 2:53 |
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A man I know is falling for me
A man I know is acting like a fool While I'll remain as cool to him as ice This man I know keeps calling for me This man I know is far too grand Why can't he understand He's so in losing dice Such trying times Such trying times Why do we live in such exasperating times? Such trying times Such trying times If only we could find a reason or the rhymes This man I knew has given it up This man I knew has waited far too long And suddenly been strong enough To break the tie This man I knew is living it up This man I knew has buried all his past And found true love at last But and I Such trying times Such trying times Why do we live in such exasperating times? Such trying times Such trying times If only we could find a reason for the rhymes Such trying times Such trying times Why do we live in such exasperating times? Such trying times Such trying times If only we could find a reason for the rhymes Why do we live in such exasperating times? |
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| 2:55 |
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Falling in love again
Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it Men cluster to me like moths around a flame And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame Fallin' in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? Can't help it |
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| 3:20 |
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| 11. |
| 2:57 |
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| 12. |
| 2:18 |
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| 13. |
| 3:01 |
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| 2:31 |
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| 3:05 |
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