Artist : KEANE
Album : Strangeland
I'm going back to the time when we owned this town
In the part that we live, in the battlegrounds
We were friends and lovers and clueless clowns

I didn't know what you thought of that night I was torn from you
When we thought about things we were gonna do
We were wide eyed dreamers and wiser too

Go down to the rides on east parade,
by the lights of the palace arcade
Watch night going down on the Sovereign Light Café

I'm begging you for some sign, but you've still got nothing to say
Oh I'm turning back home and I'm walking away
I'm a better man now than I was that day

Go down to the rides on east parade,
by the lights of the palace arcade
Watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café
Go down to the bandstand on the pier
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
Take time, just the stars and the Sovereign Light Café

I wheel my bike off the train,
Up the North Trade Road,
Look for you along the way
In every building, every streetlight
Oh why did we ever go so far from home?
We keep on leaving there

Now no traces of who you are
You can get a big house and a faster car
You can run away boy, but you won't go far

Let's go down to the rides on east parade,
by the lights of the palace arcade
Watch night going down on the Sovereign Light Café
Stroll down to the bandstand on the pier
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
Take time, just the stars and the Sovereign Light Café

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Artist : KEARNEY, MAT
Album : Young Love

You take me out to the garden,
On our backs under the fiery sky.
You said this feels like falling,
When all I've ever known is goodbye.
In the shadow of the floodlights
I kiss your cheek as you held my side.
We've been running down a feeling,
Crashing into the black and white
In the middle of the night.

Two hearts flying out together like there's
One love holding us forever in this
Cold world ain't it so much better when two hearts bleed into one
In young love.

I keep the car running,
Catch your eye as the screen door slams.
There's my heart coming,
Pretending there's no sweat on my hands.
Maybe we'll just keep on driving,
Take this baby on out of this place.
I close my eyes and I'm flying
Feel the thick against my face, against my face.

Two hearts flying out together like there's
One love holding us forever in this
Cold world ain't it so much better when two hearts bleed into one
In young love.
In young love.
In young love.
It's like we never see heartbreak or goodbyes
Just the stars shining in our eyes
Love is such a simple song and it's waiting for you just to drop your guard

See in us is believing and
Running right through the ceiling and
Coming around like the evening sun
In Young Love

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Artist : KEARNEY, MAT
Album : Young Love

I'm chasing lions, and goblins and angels at night
With a barrel and a bottle by a grandfathers knife
There's blood on my collar, I wish it was mine
With less friends before me and more left behind

If you run to the moon
You're running alone
If you wait for the moment
It's coming too slow
Preacher the prophet
I've never known

But the Jesus of prostitutes is chasing my soul
But the Jesus of prostitutes is chasing my soul

With oceans before me and oceans to grow
The price of this freedom has cost me my home
Stood on the mountains of mint fields of gold
I wish I wasn't here standing alone

If you run to the moon
You're running alone
If you wait for the moment
It's coming too slow
Preacher the prophet
I've never known

But the Jesus of prostitutes is chasing my soul
But the Jesus of prostitutes is chasing my soul

I remember on Hawthorne the rain and the smoke
I wish that the last words weren't the last we spoke
I was burning on fire from earlier years
The bitterness burns with regret in my tears

If you run to the moon
You're running alone
If you wait for the moment
It's coming too slow
Preacher the prophet
I've never known

Well living for bread ain't worth living at all
Suffer the darkness and wait for the dawn
This letter I'm writing won't find a home
Burning the thunder
And cold to the bone

Cause the Jesus of prostitutes is chasing my soul
Cause the Jesus of prostitutes is calling me home

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : I Pledge Allegiance To The Grind II

It's hot like hell in the south
It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south
So white boys trippin' cause we iced out
Cool as a cucumber hoppin' out
A '73 Impala with the brains blowed out
Let the robbers follow
Swear to God, fuck nigga, get your brain blowed out
Your baby momma followed or your man shot down
I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground
Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house
Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow
I'm the shit cause I come from the bowels
The guts of the city, ain't a nigga fuckin' with me
Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie
Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid
That the listener will swear to God they lived it
If that ain't God in motion, nigga tell me what is it?
The church ladies weep when they hear ya man speak
They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets
They ask me why I'm rappin', tell me I'm called to preach
I smile, I kiss'em on they honey brown cheeks
I tell'em God bless'em and they can serve for me
But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea
If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be?
Probably in these streets with me... Peace...

[Chorus:]
Came out the valley of the shadow of death
Judas still got the knife in my back
Devil's tryin' to get with G like a crab
Haters mad cause I baptized my laugh
Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself
If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there
God is with me
God is in me
God is in me

To get to heaven I will raise hell
But before I be a servant in white heaven I will rule in a black hell
See the leader jumpin' out a black SL
On the block like 'Yes, yeah, the truth here'
Living reckless for a necklace and big chain
The wages of sin is death not the chain gang
Touch my chain, I bang bang bang
Leader of the Grind Time Rap Gang mang
We a squadron of God's marksmen
Greek heroes, we the new Titans
Young Achilles, nigga, I will kill these niggas
No homo, I just don't feel these niggas
Laid back seeing panoramic views
It's a angelic view, the sky so blue
Similar to my diamonds and they hue
I pray my success is a torment to you
God MC boy, ex d-boy
Only thing real in a room full of decoys
Angel wings got a nigga flying higher
I hope my success burn you like hellfire
I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh
Torments your ass like a man possessed
Be blessed... Amen...

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : PL3DGE

[INTRO - Ric Flair speaking]
"I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybody out there that thinks for one second that maybe I'm second guessing myself, that I am the greatest of all time forever and ever. One surprise, one surprise ... shhhh! Wooo! I'm back."

[VERSE 1]
To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
You better have a Christopher word game, witty
You better have a dance game similar to Diddy
Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty
Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol
Or any other nigga that ball at all
I used to sell it white as Paul Wall
Gave my young boi three of them in the mall
And he gon' bring me $75K back tomorrow
You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do
Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo
I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you?
What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing?
Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him
And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing
Going, going, going, gone song

[INTERLUDE 1 - Ric Flair speaking]
"You don't like the the prestige that I have in life. You don't like the notoriety. You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have friends! I got a big house on the big side of town I got life pretty much the way I want it!"

[VERSE 2]
To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy
Can't love life suckling on mama's titty
Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it
You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie
I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me?
Life after death, hey this must be hell
I asked for six figures, God gave back self
I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911
Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem
Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend
Buried like a pharaoh with my jewelery in the desert
The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em
I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle
I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle
I did it for my comrades, did it cause I love 'em

[INTERLUDE 2 - Ric Flair speaking]
"Custom made brother Wooo! And I mean custom made! From the alligators to all that they can see right here. Ric Flair! There's only one. And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan; Greensboro; Richmond; Charlotte, North Carolina; Asheville; Atlanta, Georgia; Charlotte; L.A. I'm the man that's makin' it possible!"

[VERSE 3]
To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
You gotta politic your situations like Clinton
If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women
So take some advice, take cash over ass
When you get money you ain't gotta take shit
So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick
Capiche?
Now you know what motivate your beetch
Capiche?
Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease
Capiche?
Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (Yah!)
Got two niggas, menaging for some Louie (Yah!)
Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia
And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya
They in it for the money, not the swag or the features
Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches
Just some information for a student from a teacher
Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya gone

[OUTRO - Ric Flair speaking]
"At Delta, the girls call me cool. At Eastern, the girls call me Slick Ric. And all the other women around the world just say... awww, there goes the man... Woo!"

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : PL3DGE

"The American dream had a price tag and only one man in a million was hungry enough to pay"
Hey man, you can save that morality for your minister
And you can save that speech for the sisters of the church
This is America, jack
This is all about corporate takeovers and money makeovers
Wealth matters and poverty doesn't
We all say we love Martin Luther King, but we all wanna live like Don King, don't we?
God bless America! God bless America!
Home of the Rockefellers, home of the Carnegies
Home of the end justifies the means, legitimized through larceny
"Fuck the king! Fuck your taxes!" is what they told their masters
Before they became our masters
So rebelling against power is natural
And being an outlaw is actually...

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : PL3DGE

[HOOK:]
My American dreams, my American schemes
Fueled by American greed
My American dreams, my American schemes
Fueled by American dreams
It's American me, it's American me
By any means necessary
American me, my American dreams
Fueled by American schemes
It's American me

In America the crooks get the castles
Never see a Rothschild or Rockefeller shackled
While Rockefeller Drug Laws keep us in a shackle
Eventually this weed'll be as legal as tobacco
By then every CEO I hope will be a black, though
Message to the felon, keep sellin', my brethren
The end of an era soon coming I tell 'em
Bumpy Johnson showed us the way, don't fail him
Big Meech united all the streets, they jailed him
Pablo fought the government so they killed him
Probably took his bricks and brought 'em to us to deal 'em
My critics say I celebrate the dope dealer ... probably
Cause I'm pro whatever prevents me from feeling poverty
For the same reason Prescott Bush worked with Nazis
The same reason Kennedy's dad ran the rum
By any means necessary I will overcome

[HOOK]

You become a sociopath flipping birds
The same mindstate it takes to build a Bilderberg
Or an Enron or any other big con
That could fleece a million people out of billions
I'm trying to get a cheaper price, you know, a bigger bag
Mexican work... how American is that?
As American as steering in a German car
Fucking a Russian chick snorting coke from Colombia

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : PL3DGE
(feat. T.I. & Big Boi)

[Hook - T.I.:]
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
Get low get low or get right right
Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike

[Verse 1 - Killer Mike:]
I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit
Your style been ran through like a freak bitch
The pussy club got you angered with your frequent
Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins
Might as well shop at Victoria Secret
Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" shit
Rent due and y'all niggas delinquent
You better find another nigga to link with
Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool
I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school
Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool
I get my work on, and get my flirt on
I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em
I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em

[Hook - T.I.]

[Verse 2 - Big Boi:]
Nigga, how it's gonna bet bigger?
With that nigga the B-I-G and the microphone killer
Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler
'Less I'm filling your broad up with nigga
I drill her while you finger prick her
That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her
Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger
The prehistoric rap writer
And I'm a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters
The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan
Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining
Steadily styling on you suckas like a hairdo
Beauty parlor rapping-ass niggas, we say, "how dare you? "
I can't stand you
You making the game soft like a?
I'm blowing this bitch down like I'm Hurrican Andrew
It's Dungeon Family and my man's too
Grind Time/Grand Hustle, fucker we will drag you

[Hook - T.I.]

[Verse 3 - Killer Mike:]
I'm the product, of the age of narcotta
Which means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for gualla
I remain in the game to break lames off
Some of them sensitive and some too soft
The hood been forced to fuck with y'all by default
But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off
This is real homie, no fake, no filler
One hundred percent grade A killer
Something like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica
But I'm a be quiet 'cause they might Mike Vick ya
Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile
Smoking one deep homie cause I don't fuck with you
Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official

[T.I.:]
Let's go let's go
Grand hustle
Money on our mind
And we ain't going down sucker
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle
Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker

[Hook - T.I.]

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Artist : KILLER MIKE
Album : R.A.P. Music
(feat. T.I., Bun B and Trouble)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Hard cold G shit, homie, I don't play around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach - this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
Lurking in the club, ol' tourist motherfuckers
These monkey niggas looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the brain
Money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip her like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, be the motherfucking wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never speak upon
Everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

[Hook: Trouble]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Once upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G code to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little dogs sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get growed
Whatever you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, never let them catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air

[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

[Verse 3: T.I.]
In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga fantasy
Record full of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be about it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a coward to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion

[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Wha-da-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my clip before that five go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit they play on T.V

[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

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Artist : KUTLESS
Album : Believer

Seems like the end is coming
Seems like the signs are lining up
As far as I can see

We're closer now than ever
This pain won't last forever
Love love is on His way

So stand up the time is now to lift up your head

Raise your hands if you're with me
Raise your hands if you're ready
Say hey! hey! I'm not afraid
Hey! hey! hey! If it ends today

There's hope on our horizon
Let it be the sound that's rising up
It's rising up

We could be the generation
To shout out to every nation
Love love is on His way

Get ready, are you ready? (I'm ready!) get ready

Raise your hands if you're with me
Raise your hands come on and say
Hey! hey! I'm not afraid
Hey! hey! hey! if it ends today

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