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| 2. |
| 6:45 | 
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written by B. Setzer
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up and ten, gonna get you home at two Your mama don't know what I got in store for you But baby that's all right we're looking as cool as can be We found a little place that really didn't look half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can But all it played was disco, man Come on pretty baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just tearing up the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be a fight We're gonna rock this town Rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside Yeah, we're gonna rock this town Tear it up We're gonna rip it down Rock this town Rock it inside out |
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| 3. |
| 5:40 |
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Sun sets 'cross the ocean
I'm a thousand miles from anywhere My pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen And the sun act like she don't even care The wind blows cold when you reach the top It feels like someone's face is stuck to the bottom of my shoe I got a plastic Jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room Got everybody but you telling me what to do But I've been down so long Oh, it can't be longer still I've been down for so long That the end must be drawing near I look to everybody but me to answer my prayers 'Til I saw an angel in a bathroom who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere And a blind man on the corner said it's simple, like flipping a coin Don't matter what side it lands on if it's someone else's dime But I've been down so long Oh, it can't be longer still We've been down for so long That the end must be drawing near I take a trip, I catch a train, I catch a plane I got a ticket in my hand And then a man takes my money And like cattle we all stand But we've been down so long Oh, it can't be longer still We've been down for so long The end must be... I know the end must be... Oh, I know the end must be drawing near |
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| 4. |
| 5:08 |
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"Everything must change . . " Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody poolI knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money >From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed |
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| 5. |
| 5:18 |
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I am still livin' with your ghost
Lonely and dreamin' of the west coast I don't wanna be your downtime I don't wanna be your stupid game With my big black boots and an old suitcase I do believe I'll find myself a new place I don't wanna be the bad guy I don't wanna do your sleepwalk dance anymore I just wanna see some palm trees I will try and shake away this disease We can live beside the ocean Leave the fire behind Swim out past the breakers Watch the world die We can live beside the ocean Leave the fire behind Swim out past the breakers Watch the world die I am still dreamin' of your face Hungry and hollow for all the things you took away I don't wanna be your good time I don't wanna be your fallback crutch anymore Walk right out into a brand new day Insane and risin' in my own weird way I don't wanna be the bad guy I don't wanna do your sleepwalk dance anymore I just wanna feel some sunshine I just wanna find some place to be alone Yeah watch the world die |
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| 6. |
| 5:29 |
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I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up [Chorus] If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, Scrape the mold off the bread, And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home Chorus We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? Chorus |
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| 7. |
| 2:53 |
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Well, it's so funny to be seein ya after so long girl
by the way look, I understand that you are not impressed I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress I'm not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines cuz I don't know if you were lovin somebody I only hope it wasn't mine < > Alison I know this world is killin you oh, Alison my aim is true well i see ya got a husband now but did you leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake you used to hold him right in your hand but it took all he could take sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talkin when I hear the silly things you say I think somebody better put out the big light cuz I can't stand to see you this way < > |
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| 8. |
| 2:59 |
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You from New York
You are so relevant You reduce me to cosmic tears Luminous more so than most anyone Unapologetically alive Knot in my stomach and Lump in my throat I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression Supposed former infatuation junkie I sink 3-pointers and you wax poetically I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression Let's grease the wheel over tea Let's discuss things in confidence Let's be outspoken, let's be ridiculous Let's solve the world's problems I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression I love you when you dance When you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression So pure... |
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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Hey hey
Let the rain come down on me I see people and they’re craving blood And I’m so rarely understood Well I don’t know what they want from me It’s gonna take some time just to let them see I’m going through a black hey Capricorn day And though it doesn’t seem so I’ve got to get this way I’m going through a black hey Capricorn day Though you want to check me out I’m not the man to play play play play Hey hey Don’t you see I’m not the man to play Hey hey No way you can play with me today Hey hey Just let me sing it to my Capricorn day Hey hey My heart is a pure sun and the sky is black And I can feel cold steel when I turn my back It stings like needles with a jagged tongue You know this scream reminds me Of when I was so young I never had any of those Black hey Capricorn days Though it doesn’t seem so I’ve got to get this way I’m going through a black hey Capricorn day And though you want to check me out I’m not the man to play play play play It’s just too black for me I’m stuck on the highway Leading straight to Hell Like any other drifter with a soul to sell You know I’m dealing with the Devil In everyone I meet And their faces tell a story That life ain’t so sweet I’m going through a black hey Capricorn day And though it doesn’t seem so I’ve got to get this way I’m going through a black hey Capricorn day Though you want to check me out I’m not the man to play play play play Black hey Capricorn day Though it doesn’t seem so I’ve got to get this way I’ve got to get this way Black hey Capricorn day Though you want to check me out You wanna check me out I’m not the man to play It’s just too black for me |
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| 10. |
| 5:05 |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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Back on one of those other
block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats We are about to rock steady We are about to rock steady Back on one of those other block rockin beats Back on one of those other block rockin beats |
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| 12. |
| 4:15 |
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[Scratch intro]
Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Once again 'gain 'gain Yo, Adrenaline [Black Thought] Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan Sells a squads off like a slave auction Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again Chorus [Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again Chorus [Dice Raw] Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again Chorus [Beanie Siegal] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin in Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson First class air crafts what I'm flyin in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em I know shit right now gettin dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again Chorus [Scratch outro] |
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| 3:30 |
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Glad you made it, welcome to the farm
Who's your daddy, I'm your daddy now I'm here seeking only what I need In your mind is where I'll plant my seed It's for sure. Let me keep you in this place you'll be better off this way I will keep you warm and safe, you'll be better off this way You learn to love the price you pay Trust me dear you're better off this way Put to bed the sun and sister moon I'll be hiding in your dirty room I'll go there seeking only what I need La de da we'll stay there 'til we bleed It's for sure Let me keep you in this place, you'll be better off this way I will keep you warm and safe, you'll be better off this way I will not wake you from your sleep, Leave you wandering counting sheep No more sad and sunshine days Trust me dear, you're better off this way You'll be selling books at the airport. |
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| 4:59 |
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do you worry that you're not liked
how long till you break you're happy cause you smile but how much can you fake an ordinary boy an ordinary name but ordinary's just not good enough today alone I'm thinking why is superman dead is it in my head we'll just laugh instead you worry about the weather and whether or not you should hate are you worried about your faith kneel down and obey you're happy you're in love you need someone to hate an ordinary girl an ordinary waist but ordinary's just not good enough today doesn't anybody ever know that the world's a subway... |
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| 4:42 |
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Take away your paper and pen
Stacks of money and your foolish grin and go Get me off this backwards ride Take away your greedy way and go See the woman standing at the door World gone by, again and again See the blisters growing on her feet World pushed on, pushed up World gone by... Take away your companies, Take away your societies and go Get me off this backwards ride Take away your ficticious books See the woman standing at the door World gone by, again and again See the blisters growing on her feet World pushed on, pushed up World gone by... I wouldn't want to be Living in a world of ecstasy With you Wasted arms, wasted legs Wrapped around this machine Military machine Military machine Military machine... I wouldn't want to be Living in a world of ecstasy With you |
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| 6:41 |
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I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new mind state Hey, let's go looking for squirrels Let's find something to do I think she's shooting it right at you Look down I said right at you And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place Hey, let's duck down this side street Maybe no, nobody else will see Everybody sees us as big fat bastards But I can just see you looking at me Ever feel like a side-show attraction Ever feel like a walking infraction Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats Don't know just what they mean Maybe not good, real bad I bet And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place I'm looking for a clean slate Just need to find a new way, way to relate You ever feel like a street walker I get by being a funny talker All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin' And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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