Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

Listen now to the wind babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel that water lickin' at my feet again
I don't wanna see this town no more
Wastin' my days on a factory floor
First thing you know I'll be back in Bow River again

Anytime you want babe, you can come around
But only six days separates me and the great top end
I been working hard, tweleve hours a day
And the money I saved won't buy my youth again
Goin' for the heat babe, and a tropical rain
In a place where no man's puttin' on the dog for me
Waitin' on the weekend, set o' brand new tyres
And back in Bow River's just where I want to be

Listen now to the wind babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel that water lickin' at my feet again
I don't wanna see this town no more
Too many years made up my mind to go or stay
Right to my dying day
I don't wanna see another engine line
Too many years and I owe my mind
First set o' wheels headin' back Bow River again
First thing you know I'll be back in Bow River again

Got the motor runnin', got the rest of my days
Sold everything I owned for a song
So anytime you want babe, you can come around
But don't leave it too late you just might find me gone

Listen now to the wind babe . . .

I don't need the score
I'm goin' through the door
Gonna tell the man I don't want no more
Pick up a fast car and burn my name in the road
One week two week maybe even more
Piss all my money up against the damn wall
First thing you know I'll be back in Bow River again

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals
Taking her seat at the bar
She don't talk to anyone
Plane leaving soon for afar
Where she don't know anyone
She thinks of her precious time
There's no-one she leaves behind
Who could change her mind

Is this the way it's gonna be forever
Is this the way it's gonna be forever
Is this the way it's gonna be
Forever now

Take a whole life's loneliness
Wrap it up in some tenderness
Send it off to some emptiness
With all my love
'cause it's only you and me
There'll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all my love

Making his way down the stairs
He can't help but looking back
Thinks of the things that they shared
There'll be no more turning back
He thinks of the day they met
The words that she said of love
He just can't forget

Just the way they want to be forever
Just the way they want to be forever
Tell me it will always be
Forever now

Take a whole life's loneliness
Wrap it up in some tenderness
Send it off to some emptiness
With all my love
It's only you and me
There'll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all my love
It's only you and me
There'll be nothing we need to see
Only one thing can set you free
Is all our love, oh yeah

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

Taipan
He'll get you when he can
Ooh
He'll get you when he can

Makes his home in a mangrove tree
Sleep plantation family
White man planter, Bundaberg rum
Childhood rattle, trumpet and drum

Stay with me
Stay with me, oh yeah
Until the morning comes

Taipan
He'll get you when he can
Ooh
He'll get you when he can

These days, I can't explain
But I can smell the monsoon rain
Seasons come, and seasons turn
More and more, canefields burning
Early in the morning, the afternoon
Pathways blazed in a mangrove moon
Burning down my eyes

(Railroad goes, Kalamia mill
If the heat don't get you, Taipan will
Six o'clock, the whistle sings
C.S.R. is the sugar-cane king)

Stay with me
Stay with me
Taipan
He'll get you when he can
Ooh
He'll get you when he can

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals
Hump that coffin up round one more bend
Hump that coffin up round one more bend
If your head needs a bandage
Try a roadhouse open sandwich
Dodge the waitress and hit the road again

I got dog's disease and asphalt on my shoes
I got dog's disease and asphalt on my shoes

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues
Yeah the highway blues

I coulda flown East-West
But the ticket was outta my range
I coulda gone rail
But they said I looked a little strange
The Budget girl's just got the sack
The interstate bus just breaks my back
I'm sick of getting home
Counting my remaining change

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues

Ride the line to Hornsby station
Find my circus animals again

Undenied

Don't need no communication
Through the ghost-towns, and fade away

I'm outside

The railway don't come out here no more

And it's cold
Through Nambucca, up the coast
Grass is greener
Girls are sweeter
I did it all the last ten summers

Leave the waves and change the culture
Choose a far off name that suites ya
Bali, Bangkok, overland
Asian highway, Amsterdam
Always some town unexplored
And in the end
It's the motion is it's own reward
It's just the motion

I've had petrol-heads and country hicks
Bible-freaks and lunatics
Fifty miles to go and I'll be home
I'll be home

I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals
I am a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
My land is ruled by Anglophiles
And forces foreign to me
I do not curse your referees
In boardrooms far away
Yeah who am I to question these
Who plan their final day

I've never known the jealousies
The overcrowded pain
I live and breathe the silences
The dust where no man reigns

I'm in love,
I got blazing light
Ten thousand miles of ocean
I'm alone
And there's more like me
Ignoring the end of their show

And when they shaft my brother dear
And pay him off with lies
I fill my hand with the Union card
And aim between their eyes

And if I smile,
When they crawl around
Too condescending to blame me
I am young,
Baby they're so old
Gothic, religious and tame

I am just a wild colonial boy
My name you'll never see
I breathe the silence that destroys
All their desperate harmony

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

Your last Margarita
And she's standing behind
She wants to be seated
You're reading her mind

Ain't it a shame
She's no good for someone like you
She'll bring you down
She's no good for you

Her husband's out workin' late
Makin' another man rich
She's down at the bar
You can hear the same old singles pitch

Ain't it a shame
She's no good for someone like you
She'll bring you down
She's no good for you

Well you don't know why she came here tonight
She just can't seem to stay away
And you know that it just ain't right
She drowns her heart and makes her play yeah

Ain't it a shame
She's no good for someone like you
She'll bring you down
She's no good for you

The ceiling is spining
You need a moment alone
She's leaning over the table
And won't stop talking, on and on

Ain't it a shame
She's no good for someone like you
She'll bring you down
She's no good for you
She's no good for you

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals
You ain't got nothin' that you need so bad
That you couldn't give it up for a choice of two
An unseen chance is gonna come your way
Before this night is through
Blackjack, baccarat, matters of the heart
If you've just got the money
You're a loser to start
And you can fold away your dreams as they come true
Dreams come true
Walkin' down Forbes Street,
Early hours of Wooloomooloo
Chancy games in a hotel room
On Springfield Avenue
And if the numbers fall
And if the numbers fall right
And if the numbers fall
I know all my dreams come true
I know you're old
Cause all you're laying down is
Easy gold
You never take your heart uptown anymore
You don't bleed anymore
The Forbes Street croupiers
Are lookin' like cashers at a
Black and White Charity Ball
Roll 'em up once
Roll 'em up twice
The rustle of the money
And the click o' the dice
Five-fifty dollars on the wheel
Oughta make it
For six I'll teach your sister to
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Rich girls, bad girls
Jumpin' on a fad girls
Cuttin' things fine is how I first met you
Livin' outside in the real estate
You know we stake a little more
Than just a dollar or two
And if the numbers fall
And if the numbers fall right
And if the numbers fall
I know all my dreams'll come true

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

When the war is over
Got to get away
Pack my bag to no place
In no time no day
You and I we used each other's shoulder
Still so young but somehow so much older
How can I go home and not get
Blown away

You and I had our sights set
On something
Hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered
I got plans for more than a wanted man
All around this chaos and madness
Can't help feeling nothing more than sadness
Only choice to face it the best I can

When the war is over
Got to start again
Try to hold a trace of what it was
Back then
You and I we sent each other stories
Just a page I'm lost in all its glory
How can I go home and not get blown away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

When it's time for your reflection
As you wait till help arrives
See our good friend's face on the dashboard
And to know you cannot leave that cab alive
Do you know I reach for you, from later times

Once I knew
Once I knew
Now I'm walking
Now I'm walking in the dark
Like bells our dogs are yelling
All across Centennial Park
And the Sunday morning light just sends me blind
And I'm only feeling useless
Cause there's nothing I can blame
Every person, thing and circumstances
That moves this perfect day
You've left behind

And I'm thinking
Christmas 1982
Round this time a year ago
Gaskill sold his boat
And headed for the Cross to sink a few
Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd
On Christmas Eve
They must be entertained
And if a stranger does the dying
That's O.K.!

And I'm sitting in a hotel room
Along Rue St. Louis
Dialing old phone-numbers down the line
And I measure my position
To the obstacles we crossed
The territory covered
And the parties that we lost
Those were the days

And if I don't hang around
Our old gambling grounds
It does not mean that I've forgotten
We believed, and I still do

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal and not bad for a fella
Six feet two, her hair bright blue and no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste with the makeup on her face jokin' cause [?]
Six feet two, army boots, silicone tits and balls to boot.

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for a [?]
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Well her big mistake was
Trying to break some
Fun down in the corner
We had the waitress on the table
She was keen and able
For a private show we corner
Just a pretty little thing with a waist so thin
Her knickers down around her knees
When up runs Sal with a drink in her hand
Chucked it all over our pretty little dream

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for a [?]
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal
And not bad for a fella
Six feet two
Her hair bright blue
And no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste
With the makeup on her face
Jokin' cause [?]
Six feet two
Army boots
Silicone tits and balls to boot

Sally was a drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for a [?]
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
Well he's trapped!

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Circus Animals

Birds fly up as I pull into town
Desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground
Temple by the store
Temple priests are pretty shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Virgin in the window
Pynchon in the rectory
Lotta chanting round the room
Of things in history
People sellin' stocks and shares
Looting what was never theirs
Chokin' on the subway stairs
To cheat their destiny
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
The storeman asked me once
To leave my barter on the table
Another methane cylinder
Another roll of cable
I'm in two minds to stay the night
Or leave this town behind
Far behind
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Lotta systems in the ground
Used to be connected
Lotta fragments floating round
Yet to be collected
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century

Build this love
Build this love
Build this love
Build this love

Build this love
I'm gonna build this love
I'm gonna build this fire higher and higher
Little by step by little by step

Oh yeah
I get my days
When a voice seems to whisper in my ear
"Baby you don't need this company"

Such cheap emotion
Is gonna break nobody's heart but mine
If you hold me now you can feel it beat
We can start it rockin' with a new sensation
Layin' on hands till you feel the heat
We can build this fire on a new foundation
Build this love
I'm gonna build this love
Build this fire

Outside it's colder now
It's not the time for young and stupid now
If you don't mind beating it heart to heart
We can start it rockin' with a new sensation
Layin' on hands till you feel the heat
We can take control of the situation
What's it gonna be, not another defeat
We can build this fire on a new foundation

Build this love

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Standing on this intersection
Yelling for my change
Watching personalities
Collapse and re-arrange
Gotta smile about it
Gotta surf it out or drown
In the twentieth century

Some guy selling liberty
You've heard it all before
Let's take some pet minority
To fame in eighty-four
Lots of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century

Yankees lookin' east and west
Before they cross the road
It's Hollywood democracy
It really doesn't bother me
It's entertainment, baby
It explodes

Let the K.G.B. devise
Just what comes after civilised
This intersection's big enough for me
And when I get some change
I'll disappear
It's tricky
But, thank God, it's never organised
I'm talking about the twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century

I've been forty days and forty nights
In television land
I'd kill myself with cigarettes
If I could find my hands

Livin' in a ghost town

Take this will and testament
And nail it to the wall
You know I spent my time here
Learning how to crawl

Livin' in a ghost town

And money don't buy water round
The ghost town
I've never found a border round
The ghost town
Whoever sets the weather
Oughta keep it pretty calm
Keep it fine and mild
Cause like a cheap alarm
I'm fuckin' wound

There's just a man on a bad street
Who cannot turn around
Or shout above the heat
Below the knees he's
Buried in the ground
Waking up in Sydney babylon
Is what it's all about
There's only one way in here
And one way out

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night

Saturday night's already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don't mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I'm bound
Rather than the things I leave behind

I've got the keys to the city
Baby
I can feel my luck
I got two days' money
If you light me up
This heart will shine on

"L'esclavage D'amour
It will be ours forevermore"
Words we both recall
Either from a lover, or the law
Saturday night, my steps have shown
I can walk away from all I've know
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye
Remember what they say,
When you're alone, laugh or die

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Painted doll, on a painted stage
Painted doll, on a painted stage
She's just a one-man Punch and Judy show
For caliphs twice her age
Painted doll, on a painted stage
The more they look at her
The less I see
The more they look at her
The less I see
It's a tricky situation when some
Parasite has got my painted doll
And she's got me
Lookin' down Sydney Harbour in the rain
My pretty baby's slappin' up another vein
If this is gonna be her final wage
My heart may never see this world again
She's my little sick salome
And it's breakin' me in two
Painted doll
I've got a deal for you

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Mail arrives in the morning
I'm hoping for good news
Another letter from a girl that I don't know
Another letter full of no news

You don't tell me anything
You just go on and on
And you don't make no sense

You try to tell me that you love me
But we ain't never met
You try to say you're gonna be my one and only
But I wouldn't take no bet

You don't tell me anything
You just go on and on
And you don't make no sense

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I'm just savoring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try to book a room to stay tonight

Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same"
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?"
Number three is never say her name

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around

But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway
Takes more than just a memory to make me cry
I'm happy just to sit here round a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies

There's a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands
And I'm wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay

Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field
In our day

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
I believe we're worlds apart
And I don't know if I'm getting through
Oh I
I believe we're worlds apart
And I don't know if I'm getting through

I don't wanna talk
And I don't wanna fight
I'm in the mood for attention tonight
But every time that I make a move
You turn and walk away

I get the feeling
That you're not accepting
This love I'm offering around
'Cause every time that I make a move
You just can't be found

And you're the only one
Who can make me feel the way that you do
You are the only one
Who can make me feel it too

And I'm not expected to be your intended
You just like to have me around
A week I've been planning to take you out
Now you won't come past your door

You are the only one
Who can make me feel the way that you do
You are the only one
Who can make me feel it too

And you know that I
I believe we're worlds apart
And I don't know
If I'm getting through
Oh I I believe we're worlds apart
And I don't know
If I'm getting though
And I don't know if I'm getting through
To you

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century

Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Baby nothing's gonna change this magic night
Well energy we've got to burn
So open up your mouth and take a bite
And hold me tight

Well tellers do it
Tanners do it
The Phantom and Diana do it
Politicians need it twice a night
Presidents and Chauffeurs do it
Terrorists on sofas do it
Movie stars repeat it till it's right
Hold me tight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's over to you

So, tie these arms and legs together
Let's all change this hell for leather
One big happy heart attack
Let all the world's insomniacs unite!

Well Robert Johnson knew it
Chaplin knew it
Even Marx and Lenin knew it
Heisenberg was just a voyeur
The Hallelujah Chorous do it
Ayatollahs always do it
Come on, slam the door
Let's get it right
Hold me tight

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Nightclub here
Liaison there
I do what I have to do
The habits of a lifetime
They all know
And sympathize with me
My great big plans
Are winding down
We both know that's nothing new
I'm taking care of business
But without you
It doesn't sing to me
All night through
Baby it's you, it's you
What we had before
We could have once more
Forever,
You'd see
I walk all night
And sleep all day
I'm dreaming only of you
I'm taking care of business
But without you
It doesn't sing to me
I'm taking care of business
This old world still spins along
But doesn't sing to me

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
"Who's that on the telephone"
The fisherman said
"Looks like a writer"
She turned her head
"Could be, we'll see"
Ma ring replied
"There were rumors when he came"

And as the evening fell
Around the old hotel
The stranger left his dial-tone
His place was gone
In the game

"He's down from the city
And he's here to think.
He pays his money"
She got another drink
"Who knows, his book
Is closed to you and I
We may never know his name"

The music drifted down
The same repeated sound
"If Nat King Cole
Can save his sole
He'll find his peace"
The fisherman eased his frame
"If I was asked
Just who's to blame
To read his past
I'd have to say
She's a woman"

When all your cards are done
Just leave your share
And make your run
They'll burn your contacts down
Plans on fire
You know they've won
Just turn and walk away
And start again, a brand new day
In loneliness their aim will turn
Against themselves
For one more play
In the game

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Lookin' through your photograph
Talking through the telephone
I'm thinking through my plans for me
And you so all alone

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Someday we'll wake up laughing
Put on our dancing shoes
You won't believe the tales I tell
That time, Janelle's not mine to choose

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : Twentieth Century
Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she's chasing behind
When I get home I lock up the door
Close the window, I don't come out no more
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
I've gotta get out, climbing the walls
But it won't be too long till I want to be
Locked up again
Driving me wild, being alone
You're outa my sight and I swear
I'll go outa my head
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Running so fast, trying so hard
Losing a girl who is closing, she's chasing behind
Running away, all of the time
Most of the day and all of the night
Take away temptation now
From before my eyes
Just pass me by

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
Mr. Crown Prosecutor
No matter what I say or do
You take money, to put whatever
May be the opposite view
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Mr. Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
I can't say the same about you

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I'll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people that they've got to pay
I got caught, in a traffic jam
A girl on the street, with a chain of command
Goin' up through the city
To the government of the day

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
The hands of a fish so small
You know, if it wasn't so
I wouldn't be here at all
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Lost in the blind stupidity of it all

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I'll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people they've got to pay
But Mr. Crown Prosecutor, if you look
You'll find where it tells it to ya in this book
How the vine by the well
Gotta branch out over the wall

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
Sittin' on the corner drinkin' my beer
Told all the others happy new year
Told everybody some things
I knew
I knew
Told everybody don't cry
How this thing with you
Doesn't really matter any more
Never really mattered anyway
Only I do wonder how you'd feel
If it were you
In my shoes

Could you change, I wonder
If you knew
All the things I love in you

If I had a dollar for every time
I hung out on the corner doin' time
While you showed another through all
All the things I love

Could you change, I wonder
If you knew
All the things I love in you

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
Baby's on fire, it's a beautiful thing
Baby's on fire, it's beginning to sing
Baby's on fire, so imaginative
Nobody else gets to see it and live

Baby's on fire, the moonlit skin
Black and white cinema, outa Berlin
Black and white cinema, flooding inside
Baby's on fire in the submarine tide

Baby's on fire
And I
I'm in flames
I been workin' all day
Baby and I are gonna get away
I been workin' all day and all I know
Baby's on fire, the higher and higher we go

And I
I'm in flames

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer

Somebody tell me
Where did I go wrong
Oh, what a fool am I
Sometimes
You can feel you don

't belong
Wanna die

Way down
I've been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I realise

Somebody tell me
That you understand
Oh that I'm not alone
Sometimes
When you need a helpin? hand
Oh I know

Way down
I've been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I see a light
Way down

Way down
I've been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
Oh but now I realise

Way down
I've been all the way
And I know the reason why
Way down
Is the price I paid
I don't wanna go no more
Way down

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer

Aliester Crowley
And Bar Shem Tov
Are lyin' in the alley
Too stoned to move
Them and Aristotle
Are playin' swy
For one tiny bottle
Of Bal-a-Versailles
Over the ocean
Over the sea
From out of east of Eden
Pre-B.C.
To Terra Incognito
Anno Domini
Hits the libido
Bal-a-Versailles
People say it's an animal thing
A whisper of alien air
People say you're a fool if you fall in love
I say yeah, yeah, yeah
Dogs are barking,
The caravanserai
Rolls on, through the night
Bal-a-Versailles
People say all the usual things
Talkin' and kissin' the air
People say you're a fool if you fall in love
I say yeah, yeah, yeah
Reason for living
Reason to die
Take it as given
Bal-a-Versailles
Dogs are barking,
The caravanserai
Rolls on, through the night
Bal-a-Versailles

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
Well, it's the last call at the fag end
Of the wrong bar at the bad end
Of the wrong side of a dog town
On a one way road that takes you down
From a shit creek, and back again
The doors swing open and they all come in
From the arse end of a sick world
A bus load of Yakuza girls

Yakuza girls, chicks of doom
Fanning out to cover the room
Smokin' Luckys, climbin' the bar
Drinkin' saki from an old fruit jar

Yakuza girls, 12 o'clock high
Fishnets all the way to Hawaii
Playin' karaoke and singin along
With the key word of a lock'n'loll song

Well, ya get to see 'em all comin' through this place
Every household name then forgotten face
Every fucked up, low down, pintucked, rewound
Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found
Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah
I reckon I'd seen it all but I swear
I never seen this much potential romance
Since Lovelace Watkins split his pants

Yakuza girls, climbin' the walls
Chewin' on gun and grabbin' my balls
And tellin' me to cough, and seein' how far
They can pole dance off the end of the bar

Yakuza girls, doin' the dog
With a yo-yo in and outta the bog
Who's that haulin' on a rubber glove
Yakuza girls, lookin' for love

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
There's someone out there hangin' around
Mentioning your name all over town
Some old flame of yours
Someone you knew
And he can't believe it's over with you

He says that he is where you belong
You tell me you ain't seen him in so long
Maybe he's the fool
Maybe it's true
That he can't believe it's over with you

I may need to take him aside
See if you have anything to hide
Make it plain to him
What I will do
If he can't believe it's over with you

Whichever way it goes
I can easily explain it so he knows
How it is with you
These days

I can't walk away
That's not what I do
When he can't believe it's over with you.

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
There's an angel in the shadows of my room
And she watches me when I'm all alone
When my sad heart is hurt and crying
That's when she comes to me
And she leads me home

If I close my eyes
And I take her hand
I can see you right there
Where my angel stands

Into the night when I'm missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room

And in the shadows she stands alone
And she's waiting for me
When I'm coming home

Into the night when I'm missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room

I see the tears in my baby's eyes
But in the distance I still hear her cry
And baby I'm longing but it passes by
When I hold you in my arms
Everything will be all right

If I close my eyes I can see her there
I can see you right there
Where my angel stands
Into the night when I'm missing you
I lay me down with the angel in my room
That's when I lay me down with the angel in my room

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
Pretty little thing there's a smoky moon
Pretty little thing up between the dunes
Pretty little thing there's a place I know
Pretty little thing, lets go
I say yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Pretty little thing, I want you
Pretty little thing the way you stagger around
Like Bambi gotten lost on a handful o' mandies
An' all o' these hillbillies hangin' around
To see if you can handle it, and fillin' their immediate plans with you
Well they don't know jack shit and for all o' your
Juiced up, anyone's, user pays little act
You know you ain't never gonna fall
And there ain't no one o' them'll ever get to lay their hands on you
I say yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing when you need a ride
Pretty little thing I got the wheels outside
I say yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing you know I can't afford the time
I get easily bored
Pretty little thing underneath what's real o' that
Pretty little thing for the taking deal, well
Pretty little thing you know I just might feel like
Goin' for a ride in the moonlight and doin' what I can for you

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
They're so hard
Women, that is
So hard
And all that I ever know
Of you
Is the damage you can do
And it breaks the other way, I know
It's so hard
For so long
You were the one
For so long, now
Anyone who denied
Your way
Had to play with the two of us
Now I feel that's begun to change
And it's so hard
I believe
There's a restlessness growin' in you
And I feel the same
I dunno if there's a day comin' soon
That'll find us alone
Or if that wouldn't be such a bad thing
All I know
Of you
Is the damage you can do
And it breaks the other way, I know
It's so hard

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
City papers blow around me
As the mornin' hits the sky
On the ocean ships are waitin' high
So am I

City sweeper goes around me
He don't need no reason why
If I don't seem in a hurry now
I've arrived

Come on baby won't you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

Baby meet me on the corner
When you hear that whistle blow
If I don't seem like I oughta
The one you used to know

Come on baby won't you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

I'm on high ground
Put this weight down
Of one thing you can be sure
On the ocean ships are sailin'
But I don't need them anymore

Come on baby won't you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
How can I hold back the tide

Come on baby won't you save me
Turn this water into wine
Love, emotion, like an ocean
Turn this water into wine

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Artist : COLD CHISEL
Album : The Last Wave Of Summer
On the last wave of summer
I lost my soul to you

The last wave of summer
I lost it all to you

Everything has a time
This I know is true

I could live forever
This perfect day with you

There's a cold winter comin
I can feel the change

It's the last wave of summer
We'll ever see again

Let's ride

There's a cold winter comin
Can you feel the change

It's the last wave of summer
We'll ever see again

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Artist : DAWN JAY
Album : The Dawning

[Verse 1:]
I was tryinna find a reason
To tell you that I'm sorry
I've been lying all this while
So that you never worry
Baby, Meeting friends or working late
It was just a story
Girl I lied, Made you cry
Yeah....

[Pre Chorus:]
I said my car ran outta gas I had to
Walk till I was late
No reception on the phone tried to
Call but had no change
Baby, I never meant to lie to you
But the truth was hard to face
Girl I tried, Not to lie

[Chorus:]
You can call me a liar (liar)
I was too weak to face the truth
You can call me a liar (liar)
I couldn't tell you I'll leave you soon
Girl I had my reasons believe me
I never wanted to see that you cry
You can call me a liar (liar)
I really love you that's why I lied

You can call me a liar (liar) [x3]
I really love you that's why I lied

[Verse 2:]
She cut the call when she was on ma phone
When you picked up the line
You got so mad and asked me who's the girl
I'm sleeping with behind
Baby, I had no words to say
So I guess I will try
Not to lie....it's the time...

[Pre Chorus:]
I said my car ran outta gas I had to
Walk till I was late
No reception on the phone tried to
Call but had no change
Baby, I never meant to lie to you
But the truth was hard to face
Girl I tried, Not to lie

[Bridge:]
Girl I never tried to cheat and lie
But I guess I had no choice
Now I guess it's time to say goodbye
So baby hear my voice

[Chorus 2:]
I was with my doctor all this time
When I came home late
She said ma brain is dying
I only got four months to wait
Girl I had my reasons believe me
I never wanted to see that you cry
You can call me a liar (liar)
I really love you that's why I lied

You can call me a liar (liar) [x3]
I really love you that's why I lied

You can call me a liar (liar)
I was too weak to face the truth
You can call me a liar (liar)
I couldn't tell you I'll leave you soon
Girl I had my reasons believe me
I never wanted to see that you cry
You can call me a liar (liar)
I really love you that's why I lied

You can call me a liar (liar) [x3]
I really love you that's why I lied

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

I wanna sing of Your love
Wanna sing of Your mercy
I wanna tell the whole world
Of the greatness of You
So I'll sing of Your love
And I'll sing of Your mercy
And I'll tell the whole world
Of the greatness of You

Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name

I wanna sing of Your Love (I wanna sing of Your Love)
I wanna sing of Your mercy (I wanna sing of Your mercy)
I wanna tell the whole world (I wanna tell the whole world)
Of the greatness of You (Of the greatness of You)
So I'll sing of Your love (So I'll sing of Your love)
And I'll sing of Your mercy (And I'll sing of Your mercy)
And I'll tell the whole world (And I'll tell the whole world)
Of the greatness of You (Of the greatness of You)

Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name

Background:
Lord, we lift You up
(Lord, we have come to lift You up
Give you praise and lift You up
Everything, we lift You up)

Your name is higher than the heavens
Greater than the nations
Jesus

Your name is higher than the heavens
Greater than the nations
Jesus

Your name is higher than the heavens
Greater than the nations
Jesus

Lift up Your name
Jesus

Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name

Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name
Jesus, we lift up Your name

Lift up Your name
Jesus

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

Bright morning star
King of all days
Reign in our hearts
And ride on our praise
You are crowned in majesty

Awaken us now
Set us ablaze
Let Your kingdom come
Let Your name be raised
Hear the song of the redeemed
Be exalted as we sing

[Chorus]
Hail to the King
Hail to the living Word
Let praise arise
Heaven and earth
Sing praise to the Lamb
Seated on the throne
Power and strength
Are Yours alone
Hail to the King
Hail to the King

[Repeat from Verse 1]

Hail to the King
Hail to the living Word
Let praise arise
Heaven and earth
Sing praise to the Lamb
Seated on the throne
Power and strength
Are Yours alone
Hail to the King
Hail to the King (oh yeah, Emanuel)
Hail to the King
Hail to the King

Hear the song of the redeemed
Be exalted as we sing

Hail to the King
Hail to the living Word
Let praise arise
Heaven and earth
Sing praise to the Lamb
Seated on the throne
Power and strength
Are Yours alone

[Repeat]

Hail to the King
Hail to the King (yeah yeah yeah, Emanuel)
Hail to the King
Hail to the King

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of the nations

[Chorus]
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

So take me as You find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now surrender

[Chorus]
Shine Your light and
Let the whole world see
We're singing
For the glory of the risen King
Jesus
Shine Your light and
Let the whole world see
We're singing
For the glory of the risen King

[Chorus 2x]

Shine Your light and
Let the whole world see
We're singing
For the glory of the risen King
Jesus
Shine Your light and
Let the whole world see
We're singing
For the glory of the risen King

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

I was walking down a dead-end road
Carrying such a heavy load
But You lifted me with a mighty hand
And You taught feet just how to dance

[Chorus:]
Thank God I'm free
Hey, I'm free to run again
Free to throw away these chains
Thank God I'm free
I'm free to live again
Never holding back again
Thank God I'm free
Thank God I'm free
Thank God I'm free

Every sorrow You replace with joy
I have every reason to rejoice
You broke the walls that held me in
Now I can shout and I can sing

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I just can't go back to where I've been
Living captive to the fear of men
I will not give up, I won't give in
I'm holding nothing back
I'm holding on to You

Thank God I'm free
Hey I'm free to run again
Free to throw away these chains
Thank God I'm free
I'm free to live again
Never holding back again
Thank God I'm free
I'm free to run again
Free to throw away these chains
Thank God I'm free
Hey, I'm free to live again
Never holding back again

Thank God I'm free
Thank God I'm free
Thank God I'm free

I'm free

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

With every beat of my heart
Every song that I sing
Every prayer that I pray
Every offering I bring
In every thought that I have
Every word that I say
Oh, be glorified (yeah, yeah)

From the start of each day
'Til the end of the night
Let me bring praise
Let me bring light
Lord, I offer my life
As a sacrifice
Be glorified (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus:]
This is my prayer
It's the cry of my heart
Lord, I want my life
To reflect who You are
Oh Lord, please stir up the fire
And burn everything
'Til all I desire is You

With every breath that I take
In everything that I do
Let me lift up Your name
And bring honor to You
Let the words of my mouth
Only speak truth
Oh, be glorified (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

With every beat of my heart
Every song that I sing
Every prayer that I pray
Every offering I bring
In every thought that I have
Every word that I say
Be glorified oh Lord)
Be glorified (oh yes)
Be glorified (oh Lord)
Be glorified

In everything I say
Everything I do
(Be glorified)
In every situation
Every conversation
(Be glorified)
Oh God
It's my prayer
Be glorified

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

All praises to the One
From whom it all began
The One who formed the stars
And who gave life to man
You set the world in motion
Created sky and ocean
And here I stand, beloved
And called by name

Be praised
Be praised
Listen to creation
Lifting up Your name
Be praised
Be praised
Be praised
Yeah yeah

All praises to the One
From whom it all began
The One who gave Himself
To save sinful men

You scorned the shame on the Cross
My sin, my blame is now gone
And here I stand
Beloved and called by name

Be praised
Be praised
Listen to your people
Lifting up Your name
Be praised
Be praised
Be praised
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

All praises to the One
From whom it all began
The One who conquered death
And who will come again

The nations will behold You
As everything becomes new
And here I'll stand
Beloved and called by name

Be praised
Be praised
Listen to Your people
Lifting up Your name
Be praised
Be praised
Be praised
Yeah yeah

Be praised
Be praised
Listen to Your people
Lifting up Your name
Be praised
Be praised
Be praised
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

Thank You for Your mercy
Thank You for Your grace
Thank You for Your Blood
That's made a way
To come into Your presence
And glorify Your Name
Lord, I stand amazed at what I see

[Chorus:]
Great is Your mercy toward me
Your loving kindness toward me
Your tender mercies I see
Day after day
Forever faithful to me
Always providing for me
Great is Your mercy toward me
Great is Your grace

Your promises are ageless
Your Love will never end
To a thousand generations
Your covenant will stand
Showing grace and mercy
To those who fear Your name
Establishing Your righteousness and praise

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

Great is Your mercy toward me
Great is Your grace
Great is Your mercy toward me
Great is Your grace

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Artist : DON MOEN
Album : I Believe There Is More

O God of Abraham
You are the great I am
And You can do anything
Oh, anything

O God of sovereign words
You spoke the universe
And You can do anything
You can do anything

O God of Israel
You are Emmanuel
And You are in everything
In everything

O God of deity
You reign in majesty
And You can do anything
You can do anything

[Chorus:]
There is none like You
There is none like You
Who was and is
And is to come
Oh, there's none like You

O God of grace divine
Your Love has made me Thine
And You are my everything
My everything

O God of ancient praise
Be glorified today
As we give You everything
We give Your everything

[Chorus 2x]

O God of all my prayers
I know You're always there
And You can do anything
You can do anything

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Paid In Full

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list
That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode
I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC's to make 'em colder
The listener's system is kickin' like solar
As I memorize, advertise, like a poet
Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough
That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be
Nobody beats the R, check out my melody

So what, I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen
One of these four MC's so they don't have to scream
I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it,
Let 'My Melody' play, then a record suggest it
I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm
And I'll break, when I'm through breakin' I'll leave you broke
Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke
So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait
I won't push, I won't beat around the bush
I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to
You might try but you can't get close to
Because I'm number one, competition is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall
You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your money, pull out your cut
Pull up a chair, and I'm a tear shit up
My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra
Switch it around, it still comes out R
So easily will I e-m-c-e-e
My repetition of words is check out my melody
Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice
And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice
I wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit
Puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit
In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone
I take this more serious than just a poem
Rockin party to party, backyard to yard
I tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods

The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp
I can swing off anything even a string of a harp
Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction
'Til I finish droppin science, no interruption
When I approach I exercise like a coach
Usin' a melody and add new verse(?) and notes
So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m
It's attached, like a match I will strike again
Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped
Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except
I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter,
A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder

I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken
Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin'
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I'll veto on the word's protest
MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin'
No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin'
No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother
This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow
My unusual style will confuse you a while
And if I was water, I'd flow in the Nile
So many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours
Just because of applause I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucka duck MC out there
'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody

Yes, my melody
Eric B.

Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for MC's in the place
They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face
Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace
Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass
The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather - reclined to be clever
MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never"
So Eric B., cut it easily and
check out my melody...

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Paid In Full

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow,
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
your body to dance (You got it) soul,
Ditects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it [x4]
I know you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you wanna get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it [x5]

I got soul (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to...
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it [x4]

Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Even other states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it [x10]

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Paid In Full

[Verse one:]

Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
Fever, was it me or either summer madness
Cuz I just can't stand around
So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound
My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate
Cuz When i heard the beat, I just had to make
Something from the top of my head
So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said
How could I move the crowd
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instruction, put it together
It simple ain't it but quite clever
Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas irritate my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
Cuz if not and you got more, I'll wait
But don't make me wait too long coz I'm a move on
The dancefloor when they put something smooth on
So turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud
Cuz I like to move the crowd

Move the crowd...

[Verse two:]

Imagine me wit the heat that's made by solar,
It gets stronger everytime I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone is departed
So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing
Everyone is moving or eager to listen
Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut!
Cuz I'm on the mic and Eric B is on the cut
For those that know me, indeed I like to flow
Especially when the music's going slow
It gives me a chance to let everybody know
It's time to bust out the Rakim show
I'm the intelligent wise on the mic I will rise
Right in front of your eyes cuz I am a surprise
So I'ma let my knowledge be born to a perfection
All praise due to Allah and that's a blessing
Wit knowledge of self, there's nothing I can't solve
At 360 degrees, I revolve
This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven,
Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving

Move the crowd...

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Paid In Full

Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
'Cuz the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
You sweat as you step about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally as well
Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
Into the mic and so unite and this won't be so bored
If you just keep kickin' listen - to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front 'cuz my rhymes' the oxygen
Then wave your hands - when you're ready I'll send you
Into your favorite dance so let the rhyme continue
And so on and I'ma go on simultaneously
And even if I stop - the rhyme remains to be
Rising to the top - and I came to drop it
Catch it and quiz it - is my topic
Universual 'cuz I move everybody to come
By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one
You look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd - like an architect
The five borroughs react and all the islands attract
And every state can't wait - so they attack
off a spot on the floor - squeeze in cuz it's packed
It'll be more room if MC's play the back
I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am
The microphone fiend if I was a fake
Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
The voice on the record - I see what you mean
Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
So just - give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
If not - into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you well
Before I let go I'ma spark your brain cells
I took time to write - tonight I will recite
So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin
MC's are knowin' that's why they're goin
Home to tell a friend when the party ends
"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
Cuz mic by mic and stage by stage,
Tape by tape and page by page,
When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix
The rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme gets
Deeper and Deeper - I hope you understand it
I made it up myself and I planned it
For other MC's who waste time
Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme
I cross my arms and I was waiting - but I was hating
The rappers on the microphone was fronting - just faking
They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'
To get up on the microphone and then start takin'
Control of the mic - uptight when I grabbed it
So hug the speaker- your ear's a magnet
Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet
So Eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (ahhight)
Give me a scratch, turn my Mic up a little,
I want you to hear this perfectly clear
Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?
I hope you knowledge the beginning cuz I'm finished this song
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on...

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Paid In Full

I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnetize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind remains to find all kinda ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill
No tricks in '86, it's time to build
Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
Say "Indeed" then I proceed cuz my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
his fingertips, so I rhyme until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut will make him bleed to death
But he's kicking it cuz it ain't no half steppin'
The party is live, the Rak can't be kept inside
if he's eruptin' just like a volcano
It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme
Cuz I'm better then the rest of them
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Go get a girl and get soft and warm,
Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm
But now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate me
And then you ask what have I done lately
First you said all you want is love and affection
Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection
Take you out, buy you all kinds of things
I must of got you too hot and burned off your wings
You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up
I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet up
You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy
Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Funky...

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader

[Verse One:]

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe
What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
The Leader

[Verse Two:]

This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I Eternal? Or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so
Dance - cuts rip ya pants
Eric B on the blades, bleedin to death - call the ambulance
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
(follow the leader) Yeah - dope
Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin and provin and lettin knowledge be born
Then after that I'll live forever - you disagree?
You say never? Then follow me!
From century to century you'll remember me
In history - not a mystery or a memory
God by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember
You're not a slave
Cause we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name
I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted; it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following
The leader

[Verse Three:]

A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake - so stay awake
and follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
I'm Rakim the Fiend of a Microphone
I'm not HIM, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt, cause I'm about to flow
No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed!
The R's a rollin stone, so I'm rollin
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
Stop buggin', a brother said, dig em, I never dug 'em
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone
There's one R in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric B be easy on the flex
I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant - clap ya hands, you won a trip!
The price is right - don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune?
Follow the Leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask
Rap is Rhythm And Poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records E. wrecks
Until then keep eatin and swallowin
You better take a deep breath and keep followin
The leader.

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader

No competition
...
No competition
...
Competition is none, I remain at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture
I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya
Neighborhood to support ya
No one in my path will withstand
Under pressure the wrath of a swift man
You name the day, the grounds to be neutral
Speak your piece, the feeling's mutual
We can go topic from topic whenever I drop it
Try to stop it
In other words, what the brother heard
He tried to catch it, but what occurred
Was too much weight for one brain to take
Try to concentrate maintain then elevate
Program an ounce from pound to pound
The matter of weight can't hold my mind down
Permanent damage, I do away with
No time for fun, cause I don't play with
Competitors, there's only one when I'm done
Competition is none
...
No competition
...
Competition is none, I'm the soul survivor
MC's get live but I get liver
It ain't a Memorex, live in concert
At every network, the R the expert
Whoever goes against causes friction
Introduction music where's the mixing
Ra will never die, tools they never try
To beat or defeat me, because whenever I
Put poetry in motion
From the Nile, then out into the ocean
Three-fourths of water makes seven seas
A third of land three-sixty degrees
I circulate and remain to rotate
Seven days a week at a quake or a slow rate
Be prepared whenever I come
Competition is none
...
It's no competition
...
Creator, the alphabets let's communicate
When I translate the situation's straight
No dictionary's necessary to use
Big words do nothing but confuse and lose
From the first step, a concept was kept
To the end of the rhyme, it get more in-depth
All thoughts I come across, my mind's the source
Made by the R, of course
Seven holes in my face as I'm lookin out my window
Speak with the beat and it seem like the wind blows
Through the speakers, I hear it so pump this
And we can fill up the whole circumfrence
With competition, on an impossible mission
Comin up with nothin, keep fishin
No runner up, just lost or forfeits
They all get butterflies, soon as the dog gets
Unlocked, lines for blocks and blocks
Might be triflin, to call the cops
Bring along paramedics
But that won't help you, not even calisthetics
I'm God, G is the seventh letter made
Rainin on rappers, there's no parade
So if you ain't wise, then don't even come
Competition for this inter mixin is none
...
It's, no competition
...
Competition is none

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader

Whoever underestimated, still waited
Pumping the radio, finally they played it
You wondered how come the album was late
I was giving you time to get the last one straight,
The show must go on, I got something to dance to
Slow it down and romance to and give me a chance to
Keep you in tune and up to par.....
Then you're doing it with the R...
Doing it wit the R....

Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing
This is for you and your crew and for who in
The vicinity, I don't need no identity
I see hands in the air that means many be
Cooperating, I can't stop relating
Hip-hop is making more sense when I'm stating
Paragraphs of potential to prevent you
From using my instrumental, keep in mind I meant to
Illustrate another iller break immediately
Hurry up and learn the words and repeat it wit me
Then soon you're in tune and up to par
And then you're doing it wit the R...
Keep doing it, you keep doing it wit the R....

In the Summertime, pockets bulging
Somethings's happening then I'm indulging
Music is mine, Gucci seats reclined,
Gold grill, a paint job will shine..
Pull up in the park and then pop the trunk
Turn up the bass and let the system thump
A block party starts to form, people start to swarm
Loud as a ghetto blaster, word is bond
Records remind you of a madness
The moment it's played, you get gladdest
The return of the brother, keeping you up to par
And you're doing it wit the R.....

Shout outs.................

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader
(feat. Eric B.)

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim
Spread the word, 'cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly,
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like herion
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend...

[Verse 2:]
After 12, I'm worse that a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
The thrill of suspense is intense, your horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means neccesary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come....
My DJ cuts material....
Grand imperial.
It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me,
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back,
If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I'm the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend

The microphone fiend...

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader

[Verse one:]

I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, DJ's D-stroyed,
Cuz I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin'!
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that, lighten up! You see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone!
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
death wish, so come on, step to this
hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
you come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
pumping Lyrics of Fury!

it's a ....fearified freestyle!

Terror in the styles, never error-files,
indeed I'm known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist!
worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
the pain's a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
that makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
soon the lyrical format is superior,
faces of death remain,
MC's decaying, cuz they never stayed,
the scene of a crime every night at the show,
the fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
a horn if want the style I posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
for those that envy a MC it can be,
hazardous to your health so be friendly,
a matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch,
shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
after the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
if not, my soul'll release!
the scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
cuz your about to see a disasterous sight,
a performance never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of fury!

a fearified freestyle!

the "R" is in the house-too much tension!
Make sure the system's loud when I mention
Phrases that's fearsome...
You want to hear some sounds that not only pounds but please your eardrums;
I sit back and observe the whole scenery,
then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me,
strictly business I'm quickly in this mood,
and I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness!
I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart,
program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start,
rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
musical madness MC ever made, see it's
now an emergency, open-heart surgery...
open your mind, you will find every word'll be
furier than ever, I remain the furture,
battle's tempting...whatever suits ya!
For words the sentence, there's no resemblance,
you think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences!
I'm never dying-terrifying results,
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts,
mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation,
novicane ease the pain it might save him,
if not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury...
How do I plead to homicide?
Lyrics of Fury!

they're getting furier! a fearified freestyle!

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Follow The Leader

How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I’m holdin’s golden
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is there so listen
Here’s the brief description
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact when I bust
Mc’s are now in a massacre
A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it can’t pump
Speakers ain’t sayin nothin
Now the ball can thump
As I’m lookin’ I stand like great buildings in brooklyn
Then the stage is took then
Havoc struck that could product a whole court
Keep in touch with the mic when you’re holdin y’all
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
Nothin’s pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
Tommy tucker, the neighborhood sucker
What you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempo
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can’t prevent so
You start to kidnap
I watch the kid rap
When he get off he know he shouldn’t a did that
Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner
You won’t be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, you’re gonna be
But for now, you’re almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken from originations
Made by tracin and a little arrangin
So perform, if ya still ain’t warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most it’s a musical massacre

Never tired, don’t even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot
Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno
The beat’s gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou better watch your step
Volunteers go from here and get
Ya out of the flames
Appreciate the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of celcius
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it’s felt see it’s torchin, scorchin
Mic’s pipin hot, steamin who’s schemin now ya not
James brown must a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can’t be trusted
Embalmed with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact’s closin in
Time was up, so I don’t need a time bomb
Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool
But I was cool, like one in the chamber
Lets play a game of rhymin roulette
And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake... ya out
If this imitation it can’t be the same show
Maybe what you’ll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times
We gone, or the story won’t end the same
And you’ll feel the flame
The potion was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science? why can’t ya quote?
Elements for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no development
And that settles it
Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast
From the master that has to make musical massacre

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em

[Rakim]
I came to set em straight, and let em know
Whoever's holdin the best, just let him go
Cause here's the inside scoop on the fiend
They wanna know why I'm seldom seen
Cause who needs the TV screens and magazines
or shootin through the city in fly limousines
There's one thing I don't like, it's the spotlight
.. cause I already got light
They be like, "Yo we had a get together last week
and we know everyone was there except the Black Sheik"
Because my schedule is tight, I gotta write
I'm deep in the archives, and keepin em hyped
It's been a long time, since you heard a strong rhyme
None of these are weak so when you bite on mine
we can trace the hits and then name that style
MC'sll be out of a job for a while
I reposess your indentification
So hand in your application
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stampin it void
Your selection ain't that selective
So I'ma put you in your proper perspective
On the dancefloor, and doin the SHAKE
Ready to let em brake, set em straight

[Rakim]
Somebody said I set em up and pulled the plug on em
But instead I let em go on so I could bug on em
Go 'head and flow, cause I close the show
Swing a song for the ladies and rhyme real slow
For instance.. once I commence..
.. the crowd is convinced
So now you know who to put your money on
Hurry up, before your money's gone
Cause I'm the most common denominator
Orchestrate a rhyme much greater
I'm like a world almanac, so tell the media
Givin em information like encyclopedia
So bring a dictionary, so you can look it up
so you know what I mean, when I hook it up
No misconceptions although I complicate
but this concept'll set em straight
They even said that I was locked in jail
So now I guess I'm out on bail?
The only Island I was on was the Strong one
And if I did my bid, it'll be a long one
Cause if I sold weight, I'd be upstate
in the penile, waitin for a brake
Cause sellin drugs is for handicaps
I got too many skills besides bustin rough raps
If I go to jail, it won't be for sellin ki's
It'll be for muderin MC's
The beat'll take over your heart, then I start
to cut em in half, cause rhymes are razor sharp
Secure the exits, all MC's remain
Cause we got a crowd to entertain
And I know, when I go, I'll flow dangerous
Brain'sll bust, what you tryin to explain to us?
You got lost, and couldn't go on
Came up short, so here's one to grow on
Elevate off a high IQ
In time, you'll find I'm true
Cause once I start on a piece of art
from sun to moon and light to dark I build the Ark
Now you can float off the rhymes I wrote
I'm sure that we'll hit shore without a boat
You could bring a battleship and still get shipwrecked
Attacked with a torpedo, what did you expect?
Driftin up the creek, without a beat or a paddle
Castaway on a raft and stand fragile
Rescue your crowd, which ain't a hard job
Me and my knowledge put together, I'm a lifeguard
Dealin with actual facts it sold out fat
here and now, but I go so far back
to bring you up to date, so we can elevate
It's no time to wait, or anticipate
Cause I'm never late, I'm gonna motivate
So I can let em brake, and set em straight

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Artist : ERIC B. & RAKIM
Album : Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em

Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal
I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest
Nothin' to ricochet
ready to aim at the brain
~Now what the trigger say
Tempos triflin'
Felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies
Might go right through
Simultaneously like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me
So re-load quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin' this fifi get wit me
You steppin' with .007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They want the R hit
But wtch the god get
Quicker, the tongue is the trigger
'Cause I'm real fast
Let off some rhythm at 'em
Let 'em feel the blast
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't no .38
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' em
You ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma
Showing you that I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path
Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it occurred that you heard I
Reduced the friction with crucifixion
Let loose the mix then
Boost the piston
Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Cut like a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpower
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party people pumpin'
Their fist like this
Ya hide in the back
Thinkin' that I might miss
But the R is accurate
Plus I'm packed up with
Educated punch lines that
I have to hit
Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up
You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim is gonna radiate and nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around to rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'im
Since he brought his main man wit' 'im
He ask me how I did 'im
I let the rhythm hit 'im
Let it hit 'im

Dance floor's dangerous
Packed in like a briefcase
Rhyth with ral rough rhyme
Beats with deep bass
Girls with tight pants
Maybe they might dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
There's a slight chance
The crowd is crucial
M.C.'s grounds are neutral
Now that you're here let me introduce you
Get ready
I'm hard read like graffiti but steady
Science I drop is real heavy
Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty
Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy
The prescription's one every hour
Now it's a havoc
If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic
Attention: follow directions real close
Keep out of reach of children
Beware of overdose
Too many milligram
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man
I deas for the ear to fear
Might split 'im
He'll never forget 'im
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im
The last breath of the words of death
Was the rhythm

Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I kecked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
To perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya guessin' what's next an'
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain
Travel through the brain hit a vein
Then remain, let it radiate
Vibes will vibrate
Why did you violate
Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak
Moans now the tone is ingrown
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone
Before I get that fifi I met
Whisper I wanna reach her intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let the write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder
Everything I told her
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er
And you know how I did 'er
Me and the rhythm hit 'er

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