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from Dj Krush - 漸 (2001)
(feat. Black Thought)
Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don You wasn't payin attention I'm henchin to hit the entrance Trenchin it was no means to intervention A dollar bill would make a hundred ten yen, son How much you willing ta sacrifice ta win, huh? I personally I paid mines And then some climbed up an inch bit at a time Now who's the zen one If not self whom else can you depend on? Friends gonna say it's alright and probably they been wrong I got them battlefield dents in my armor A twitch from the drama The trees and bad karma But still I'm precision, proceedure performer We operate every night, and leave in the morning Ta getchoo high as a kyte's the reason you want it It's like a direct flight from freezin ta burnin hot shit The audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel locked in position It got to be my man, the turntable tactician You all at hush cause I ain't try to listen You wanna feel its realness, the Rik's spittin It gotcha head split your eyes can't stop twitchin The only thing that you can do is rock the rythm Don't put em down Cause see the world we're at now See me lickin rhymes, rappin like a five of rounds And a you now ain't true to find the zenfinite sound and a The revolution poppin off right now I make you rase your fist, raisin up right Raise your fist that busted the flag like blahhh The f**k boy nigga's trying ta keep it on the hush But Black Thought spittin cause the people want a rush your feel It's what the audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix lie... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, I got the renissance, turn of the century Choked + I'ma do the people right If y'all gimme the vote Finna ride, hang em high KRUSH, gimmie the rope See all them porcelain chin Niggas gettin em broke One at a time, na let's focus on who the don When your blade's sharp as mine People want you to rhyme They want you ta spill Fa me ain't nuttin for real Me and my man runnin Japan We're tough on the wheel He blow ya mind like bustin the steel I give the crowd something ta feel The sound got the power to heal It's like the Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill A 1/4 of a kill ta burn while patrillin the field I'm puttin rappers out cold I done rap from Tokyo to the North Pole Whenever my man program the passcode Drummers se the 5th And yo, KRUSH come wit a gullotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don |
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from X-Ecutioners - Revolutions (2004)
(feat. Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God)
[sample] One two, one two, one two, one two So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up? I said let the turntables talk for me at first And then I should finish the rest [Hook x2: Ghostface Killah] Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz Throw bleachin' [Trife Da God] Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone! Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it's time to leave [Ghostface Killah] Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars, just Double park, give me ten minutes or less I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess [scratches and talk] "If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage" [Trife Da God] It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss [Ghostface Killah] Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful [Trife Da God] We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate [Interlude: ?] Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo! [Black Thought] Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm Shots follow the target, I ain't gon chase ya'll Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast To handle your ass, frontin', I'mma take your stash And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' shit Now it's a life or death predicament I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthafuckas insignificant I'm three fifty seven, magnificent Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' tonight You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands That kick back, cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli talking)
Yeah... Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with (Hook: Kanye West) Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat (Black Thought) Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like dolphins Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him (Talib Kweli) Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!" (Pharoahe Monch) See these four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly (Hook) (Black Thought) Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified fences It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help (Talib Kweli) From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin... (Pharoahe Monch) Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness Unless, you wanna be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats (Hook) (various ad-libs til fade) |
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from Sergio Mendes - Timeless (2006)
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all freak, freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all to the beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit yo, Black`s the real, he the thoroughbred for feel park the whip, jump out dressed to kill hop the charter flight down to Brazil ran right into Will "What up Black?" (What`s the deal?) A cape with a cain, you what`s in a name I got a little bit of change, but I`m feelin the same came here for a taste of the finer things because the girls look like different months in a magazine judging how fast the word go, the probably already know we hang with Sergio So, let`s get a few classy girls yo, and sip a little wine, anything but Merlot though, live and let learn, use "protekchurn" and twist a little something that`s Katherine Hepburn fresh to death, still makin them heads turn still got mine, but you got to get churn yo! "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop It`s the Will.I.Am, I`m killin them got flows that float just like helium (aahh) these hoes know I`m drillin `em so when feminine`s thrown I`m throwin them the billin `em til I`m rollin in millions gotta flip billions into trillions businessly, I`m brilliant turn pennies into twenties like the chameleons but never put a chinchilla on a chick, Karma-style too legit to quit Hip-hop on and on and on and break mics constant til the break of dawn and if you want to compete, come compete bring and MPC-16, make a big beat we could take it back to the B-Street we could break, we could rap, do the graffitti yo! "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop Hey! 2na Fish back to business I hit the track like a sheer act of vengeance masked avengers get smacked and injured strapped`ll get cho` back with some black suspenders autographs of the Jurassc Crew flippin flashes so fast like a fashion shoot classics, spittin acid the fastest route, bass`ll hit yo face quicker than a passion fruit big cheese inflict sick disease make hits that`ll make thick chicks strip tease clicks freeze when the trigger click squeeze makin people in the disco duck like Riq Jeeves but I ain`t going to war wit ch`all and got no alcoholic beverages to pour for y`all I`m gonna let these cats get there garbage off while I crush y`all like Mikhail Gorbachev "Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is) yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop |
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| from Down In The Delta (다운 인 더 델타) by Stanley Clarke [omnibus, ost] (1998) | |||||
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| from The Best Man (베스트 맨) [ost] (1999) | |||||
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| from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996) | |||||
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from The Roots - Illadelph Halflife / Explicit Version (1997)
Verse One: Q-Tip
I wanna be able to reach an mc and reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with jewels import tools to inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- ary and very necessary to shine legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it like raffle ticket pick and if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital mad up close and personal the first I find to violate, I shall retal- iate with realisms for their whole local we on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing that you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony in fact, it's very therapeutic like B12 hyperdermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it just slightly might miss it when I blast through your section or district CHORUS Verse Two: Black Thought In my formitive by my peers I was influenced until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceI'm on another lev. brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. but they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term 'cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn probably, timelessly I construct the firesome to rip your eardrum for many years to come professional style thinkin' rational to move wise so hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' they cold actin' like heathens when mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup fellas hustlin' picking bricks up fantasizin' about the illest stick up but rip up the jam and we be truly impressed on stage you won't need your tef. vest only a mic with and a mic test and at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess that they can relate with the trials you tribulate or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure tell horors that are true but see cats like you y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo the tear jerker you be that miracle worker whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played we 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
You are all...
We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death. You've been out there, You on the bandstand, You look out there, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see... you see West Germans, You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man. It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture. This is our music. That's bullshit! Why? That's all bullshit. Everything, everything you just said is bullshit. You're complaining about- I'm talking about the audience. That's right. The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like. If you played the shit that they liked, then the people would come. Simple as that. Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art. First section is a scene from "Mo'Better Blues" by Spike Lee. Second section is an unknown comment. |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
Is this fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state is that of the S-P Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom That Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion Lost ones out there, you better stand clear The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world premier Cuttin through like attorneys at law that's car chasin You star gazing, the force y'all facin is the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin The world traveller in the flesh without question Last seven years on tour without restin Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country Throw your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit And carry out strategic plans to leave wit The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting My Dundee atire for MC hunting Step up and out the ring Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding It's safe to assume, in all confidence That I'm one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents Bad Lieutanent, you I been rhymin since The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin Or playin taking your wing way back in the day of yo Motherfuckin mind It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges The rage is still in me, never act too friendly Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your brain wit the collision causing division Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it You told to sit back, stand still and chill Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace Disappear wit the wind, shows the discipline Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss amend Peep the structure of a whole empire Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire |
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from The Roots - Things Fall Apart (1999)
What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the *vocals fade* |
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| from The Roots - The Tipping Point / Explicit Version (2004) | |||||
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| from Blade II (블레이드 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2002) | |||||
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| from Different Strokes By Different Folks: Sly & The Family Stone (2006) | |||||
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from Men In Black (멘 인 블랙) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1997)
This beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friend
She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, Alana's whole attraction Just fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotized When it was time we spent time It's no way to rewind or prevent time from slipping away like day, into the dark and the way that things fall apart, will make some start to feel more, weak or insecure But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature Even when she caught feelings 'cause I stay on tour As I reflect on before, and recap the situation I guess from experience, comes education We set on a path to opposite destinations It's best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation Then eventually flow on to lost communication I called but lost all information And with time forgot it, it's not like I'm all in tears about it But the fact still remains that I miss the Hypnotic Chorus: repeat 2X You're a shinin' star No matter where you are For the world to see What you truly be She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic the bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick pages of the calendar flip, we can't stop it time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic now was she real, or an illusion of this optical confusion with the accent of ancient Egypt or could it be that she's the one I was supposed to be with and together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her adolescence and as she grew into a woman she became refine I never knew another like her in my lifetime so now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place on the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse drivin me insane, or release I'm touchin the brink, of sanity to think of how I can link, or contact her I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact I'm analyzin how I'm wantin her back and wonderin exactly where she could be on the map I'm just sittin here spinning the world on one finger reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out the most melodic hypnotic, yeah Chorus 4X You're my shinin star No matter where you are Dont know what to say Was it true to be |
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