Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

Well ya never quite forget the first tape you buy
Mine was naughty by nature back when opp was hot
Whod have thought that I could ever turn out this way
Im blamin ed rock mic and dm and mca
Yeah it was beassties on mind pretty much all the time
Till I started smokin pot and figured out about sublime
Oh my god I never wanted something so badly
I wanna learn to play guitar and sing just like bradley
And the b lines that eric dropped reminded me of hip hop
And I'm singin lovin is what I got I got I got
Cause when the lovin was gone
I learned to play the blues through stevie ray vaughn
I needed music for all the ways it helped me feel
And now I'm lovin my guitar the way that bb loved lucielle
Can you feel it (yeahhhh)
Im like 6 damn strings never sounded so appealing
Can you feel it (yeahhhh)
Im like once you grab the mic you better sing like you believe
Like you belive, like you belive, like you belive,
Well the marley was the tune little j was in the womb
My mommy put the head phones on her belly feel me move
And every jimi hendrix riff I'd give her a little kick
Just to let her know to turn it up a little bit
And please when I grow up can I sound like police
Thats what I was thinkin while I prayed on my knees
But now that I'm grown I found a sound of my own
Im in the studio now and I feel I'm home
Can you feel it (yeahhhh)
Im like 6 damn strings never sounded so appealing
Can you feel it (yeahhhh)
Im like once you grab the mic you better sing like you believe
Like you belive, like you belive, like you belive

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Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

Got a ball and a biscuit a bullet and a Triscuit
Got your knees bucklin' like a torn up meniscus
Got your buddy askin' you man what is this I can'talk shit dog it's too good to dis this

Well it's the dirty heads man they straight from the pacific
I don't really like 'em they kind of dip-shits this one's a drunk
While the other gets lifted this one's a punk
You don't believe me just listen cause I'm mischievous
And I got the sickest word play like Sid vicious
And the Pistols rocked the U.K.
Cause I'm a vandal off the handle that's what you say give me a beat
And I will gladly pay you Tuesday

It's the hip hop misfits yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted
It's the hip hop misfits yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted

So if you want to say something to the audio professionals
Then speak into the microphone it's right above my testicles
Got you haggard MCs runnin' hiding under vestibules
Rhymes like everybody man they kinda like bisexuals
Pop's is a carpenter mom's is an arm twister blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah mister
Move it along mister fuck it along mister
You can grab my dick don't give a shit and get a palm blister

I know you love the dirty heads always be blaring 'em
I'm doctoring your pussies like a veterinarian
You whinin' like a baby maybe need a cesarean
Man Dirty J is wasted boy you better take care of him

It's the hip hop misfits yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted
It's the hip hop misfits yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted

I don't mind being knocked off ridiculed made to feel minuscule
When you consider the source it's kinda pitiful
When you consider the force it's kinda beautiful
When you consider the choice it's quite unusual
Took it from Slipknot and flipped it to hip hop
Walkin' the tight rope the way to the tip top
You think that your punk rock you're wearing a faux hawk
You're not your just teen pop you need to just stop
Because you're not a

Hip hop misfit yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted
It's the hip hop misfits yes from the pacific
Yes we getting splifted
Yes we are the gifted

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Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

This time I'm sure girl, what I'm looking for.
Yes, you're all that I need, girl, and more.
I say, I sing, you filled the gap, yeah.
Ya let me relax, oh, and I've forgotten all I was worried of.
Ya make me feel so right, yeah.
Yeah, even when I'm wrong.
Oh, and I wonder what took me so long.
Could ya tell me what took me so long?

Oooh well she's got everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm looking for.
Well baby you got everything I need and more.
One more time, I sing,
Everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm looking for.
Well baby you got everything I need and more.

I'll never make another lover a victim,
I'll never forget my mother's wisdom.
She taught me love, oh, well she taught me soul.
I'll never forget these words of my father,
He told me, "Son," he said "don't let life bother you,
There's nothing out there that you can't do, no."
And then he said, "When you're stressed out and feeling down, son,
Just take a deep breath and look around, son.
The sky is blue, oh yes, the sun it shines right down on you.
Oh, no matter what you got people here lovin you."

Well I guess got everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm looking for.
Well baby you got everything I need and more.
One more time, I sing,
Everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm looking for.
Well baby you got everything I need and more.

So jam it now
So jam it now

Well I guess I got everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything I'm looking for.
I guess I got everything I need and more.
One more time, I sing,
Everything I'm lookin', everything I'm lookin', yes everything and more.
I guess sometimes we just forget what we're livin' for.

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Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

Well this is how it starts Two lovers in the dark
On the run, from the one That they called Sheriff Spark
Six guns by their side and Bullets around the waist
Two shots to the sky Sing the sound for the chase
The safe was nearly empty and They were nearly free
But were seen by the Good eye of the mean Billie Green
And he screamed at the top of his lungs They're on the run
It's the two wild siders Grab your horses and your guns

I said I wish that
We could stay here,
But I fear our time has come
We could ride out in the darkness
Chasing the rising sun
We gotta pack out bags this instant,
We're heading south-bound to the next town
And if we all arrive there so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...

Well it's the story of the two
Always on the move.
They got nothing left to lose
'Cept thier guns and their wounds
Now they're crossing borders
Sherriffs posse on their tail
They'd rather die together
Than be stuck up in a cell.
They drank up all the whiskey and They partied every night
Like it could be the last The bounty said shoot on sight.
So they chased the enless summer Though it came with the pride.
They would'nt stop running till They found a paradise.
But the sheriff finally found them with his eyes seeing red.
So the lovers had to shoot him down And fill em ful of lead
They were finally free To find a place to lay their head
And when they finally did he looked at her and then he said.

I said I think that we can stay here,
Cause I feel our time has come.
And we can walk down to the ocean,
And sit with the rising sun.
So unpcack your bags this instant,
No more running from town to town
And now that we've arrive so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...

Well you're my green-eyed girl And I've been running around with you.
It's the afternoon and we got nothing left to do.
So wipe the dirt off, eh Take shirt off,
And we should go hit the cantina, We got work off.
I said it's hot outside Let me go swimming in your eyes.
We've been running for a while
Why don't you lay it on and make smile.
I could never ask for nothing better than this.
It's just tequila and the beach, thats why its salty when we kiss.

I said I think that we can stay here,
Cause I feel our time has come.
And we can walk down to the ocean,
And sit with the rising sun.
So unpcack your bags this instant,
No more running from town to town
And now that we've arrive so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down... Lay me down...

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Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

Well, my, half bread, might be, warm a little to low, you're too slow, what the fuck do you think that you know, I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial, like metamucial I kill some rhymes that I'm used to, you park so high and mighty, but I'm not mighty high duddy smoke you out with weed and leave your mouth fucking dry, cuz some of them rappin clappin laughin always beer tapping fucking dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin is all I'm thinking is this is the best mc that can you can find I shine like some moon through the pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with my line,

Well if you general brealbre? then roll with the style the duddy b smoking cali green leaf till I die b leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home yo I'm smooth like a schwin and I shine like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants to hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirits meek and youre an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows when you speak your a wicked disappointment your rhymes need some ointment the crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin leave and blew it my boy has been groovin and I'm still back stage just smokin and boozin confusing the sets save the best for my choosing I'm choosin the rest so youre loosin

Well dont forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope and soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe because the west
West
Coast
Coast
Knows how to kill it and yo and yall
Yall
Know
Know
When its time to feel it yo we make it right,
Make it right
So we up all night,
Up all night,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,
Until its tight,

A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity,
And verbally blaster me, the illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece,
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Just come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
Yo just come on and clap with me.

Once upon a time in the neighborhood, there was a little dirty boy that was up to no good, he had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand, he had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand, he said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school I asked duddy to skip and he said thats cool
So we went to the liqour store got ourselves some magnum rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them, with the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said we rollin through my hood ya you know we got em sucker mcs wanna battle me but thats okay I tell em dont fuck around because we dont play I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer, said the dance off session gonna start right here, dirty b grab the wheel cuz I cant steer, you got 20 inch rims and they spinin when you stop, said I dont give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops, cuz thats what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts just jammin down the sound with the syllables and intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen while I'd be rippin trojan ? in the gallapagoes and I'd be pickin foes like I'd be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows you got to go

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Artist : DIRTY HEADS
Album : Any Port In A Storm (Special Edition)

I got no time for ya'll, we got to keep movin yea.
Move on move on from here, ya
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here

I'm droppin beats nice and mellow, meet ya I say hello
Jump on the microphone I got the fellas sayin well a
Damn, yo this boy come shockin and no I dont stop until I'm done rockin, so
Ya just sit back and relax for a bit I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the bizz then I rip it.
Im high as can be, the true Dutty B and all can see we comin irie, yea, yea
Yea irie

Im on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with myself
Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees
And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act.
And grab these beats they be better cause I be breakin fools
With molecules and lots a juice the neck of the nuse I'm lettin it lose yo
When you turn purple get out my circle if you got that shit that be commercial
Casue I found ya sound just be the other way around
Ya tryin to be underground but your floatin on the surface
With no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can jerk it.
Can it be the MC rockin under canopies, insanity is banning me from rappin
Independently its sending me to penitentiaries offensively
Cause I love music, I chose it dont abuse it never lose it when I bruise it
So dont be livin to shoot when you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
I know you would be lonley if it wasn't for your fist
Ya asked me how I got dope I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice

I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
Move on move on from here, ya
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here

Well buenos noches steppin on fools like cockroaches
I be callin plays like some fuckin football coaches
Fallin asleep because I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard ya straight up need some neosporin
Said I'm raining on your head because yo my shit is pourin
Ya eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded
I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B,
Sick to your stomach when ya find an ill MC
With the symphony the illest infantry drops ya down for the century
The illest penalty said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but leave my entity
But jump up off a track like a cricket make it Jiminey
Original cynical head bob, four star general
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to none
Ya bite me end up like ya grandfather straight chewin with ya gums
Its the DJ selector comin hard on the record with the effort full effect
DJ science break your neck when tounges twist syllabls trip lips that make hits
Never leave unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit, a group with one hit,
Gettin lose off one sip, we the sunshine MC's so I think ya best a quit
Yes I think its time to quit
Yo you know you best a quit
Yes I think its time to quit yo

I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
Move on move on from here, ya
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here

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Artist : LENA MEYER-LANDRUT
Album : My Cassette Player

I went everywhere for you
I even did my hair for you
I bought new underwear, they're blue
And I wore 'em just the other day

Love, you know I'll fight for you
I left on the porch light for you
Whether you are sweet or cruel
I'm gonna love you either way

Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love

Like a satellite
I'm in orbit all the way around you
And I would fall out into the night
Can't go a minute without your love

Love, I got it bad for you
I saved the best I have for you
You sometimes make me sad and blue
Wouldn't have it any other way

Love, my aim is straight and true
Cupid's arrow is just for you
I even painted my toenails for you
I did it just the other day

Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love

Like a satellite
I'm in orbit all the way around you
And I would fall out into the night
Can't go a minute without your ...

Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love

Where you go, I'll follow
You set the pace, we'll take it fast or slow
I'll follow in your way

You got me, you got me
A force more powerful than gravity
It's physics, there's no escape

Love, my aim is straight and true
Cupid's arrow is just for you
I even painted my toenails for you
I did it just the other day

Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love

Like a satellite
I'm in orbit all the way around you
And I would fall out into the night
Can't go a minute without your ...

Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love

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Artist : LENA MEYER-LANDRUT
Album : My Cassette Player

I am not the kind of girl
Who takes you to a world far behind

But if you want me to replay
You need a little time to rewind

Somehow throughout the days
They took it away
It is no more the same
Without it, without it

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took my cassette player
I loved it so
I can't let go

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took it, who took it
I loved it so
Who took my cassette player
Cassette player

Like a song that's in my heart
It always played a part
In my life

Like a book that's on a shelf
With all its memories
Hard to find

If you want me to play
I can honestly say
It is no more the same
Without it, without it

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took my cassette player
I loved it so
I can't let go

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took it, who took it
I loved it so
Who took my cassette player
Cassette player

If you want me to play
I can honestly say
It is no more the same
Without it, without it

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took my cassette player
I loved it so
I can't let go

So tell me ...

Who took my cassette player
Who took it, who took it
I loved it so
Who took my cassette player
Cassette player

I want to have it ... back

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Artist : LENA MEYER-LANDRUT
Album : My Cassette Player

If I'm catching your eye
it was an accident
If I looked at you strange
it's not what I meant
I wanted to talk
but you're occupied
I tried to explain
but I'm tongue-tired
I wait in the wings again
'til you find me out
what is a hold-up?

Uh, uh uh uh
I'm not following you
Uh, uh uh uh
Walking this way, too
Uh, uh uh uh
I've had enough of dreaming
And all my dreams are you

If I sat next to you
that wasn't my intend
And if my hand falls on yours
it was coincident
I'd say in the room
until you're gone
I'd switch to the chair
that you sat on
I'd sit there alone, again
'til you find me out
what is the hold-up?

Uh, uh uh uh
I'm not following you
Uh, uh uh uh
Walking this way, too
Uh, uh uh uh
See I've had enough of dreaming
And all my dreams are you

I wish you wouldn't notice me
If not now eventually
Then I wouldn't have to follow you around,
hunt you down, hunt you down
hunt you down

Promise we'll get along
if you talk to me
We'll tell each other
our stories and perfectley
and perfecltey

I wanted to talk
but you're occupied
I tried to explain
but I'm tongue-tired
I wait in the wings again
'til you find me out
say, what is a hold-up?

Uh, uh uh uh
I'm not following you
Uh, uh uh uh
Walking this way, too
Uh, uh uh uh
I've had enough of dreaming
And all my dreams are you

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Artist : LENA MEYER-LANDRUT
Album : My Cassette Player

I like the colours of the rainbow
Everytime I see them shine
I like the grace of an eagle
Everytime I see it fly
I like the summer breeze on my skin
That comes softly through the trees
But when it comes to you

I like to bang my head
There's nothing sweet as that
Until my mind blasts off
I never get enough
I like to bang my head

I like a song that captures my heart
With a sweet melody
I like the blue sky in the morning
Reflecting on the sea
I like the sound of a birdsong
That can make me feel so fine so fine
But when it comes to you, babe

I like to bang my head
There's nothing sweet as that
Until my mind blasts off
I never get enough
I like to bang my head

Now you can read in my eyes
I'm very close to hypnotised
Won't be bad for the show
If I get you on to go
Got the pass to admit
I like it, I like it
I like this, I like that

I like to bang my head
There's nothing sweet as that
Until my mind blasts off
I never get enough
I like to bang my head

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