GangStarr lyrics
GangStarr lyrics
"No Shame In My Game Lyrics"
O Holy Night Lyrics
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt His worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder beams a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees Oh, hear the angel voices O night divine O night when Chris
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt His worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder beams a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees Oh, hear the angel voices O night divine O night when Chris
As I deliver rhymes with ease and walk around with my head up
I'm dead up serious so don't be getting too curious
Motherfuckers always wanna know what makes me tick
I'll pull a phrase out quick cuz I'm dipped and I'm slick
You thought that I would slip cuz you seen me drinking forty's
it shocked you then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want cuz all of mine is in tact
in fact I'll have you open like a hookers gap
I like to catch a buzz cuz I get into the beats more
MC's are washed up like dead fish on the seashore
Save the talk cuz you know I walk that walk
hitting city to city but I make my home in New York
I know the time with this rap shit cuz they got it all backwards
they need to take
Geneva Farewell Lyrics
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) FZ: Okay, if you throw anything else on the stage, the concert is over. UP: Cherchez les personnes qui jet
a hint or catch my microphone imprint Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) FZ: Okay, if you throw anything else on the stage, the concert is over. UP: Cherchez les personnes qui jet
Straight to the dome through the skull to the tissue
Call me Guru I'll diss you if you're pressing the issue
Not my style to be sweatin' all the stupid ass rumors
I take it as a compliment and fuck you too
If you're scheming on the chance to put a stain on my name
Don't even think about it cuz ain't no shame in my game
No shame in my game
Stick to the subject I ain't afraid to be real
a lot of MC's fake hard just to gain appeal
I like some gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
so I get passed all that by kicking straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
if you pull out and you don't use it than you may catch grief
Toolies and techs ain't
Disfigured Lyrics
Repulsion of beauty drove me to hunt A frenzy of self hate possessing me Violated their bodies, stripped of their pride Tortured and twisted until they have died Hatred inside is all I would find I despise what I see in the mirror Sadistic hateful scum I kill them but it's myself I hate Now I'll do myself too A straight razor will reshape my face Fi
oys but kids got 'em today Repulsion of beauty drove me to hunt A frenzy of self hate possessing me Violated their bodies, stripped of their pride Tortured and twisted until they have died Hatred inside is all I would find I despise what I see in the mirror Sadistic hateful scum I kill them but it's myself I hate Now I'll do myself too A straight razor will reshape my face Fi
and if they're ready to spray best get the fuck out the way
I try keeping my sanity by thinking of better times
if I write clever rhymes then maybe I'll climb
But what the hell's success if the mess ain't changing
50's still corrupt stupid gangs still bangin'
Stick up kids still stickin' nasty hookers still trickin'
all the pimps still pimpin' and all the crackheads trippin'
While the dealers still sellin' so I'll refrain from the yellin'
And the preachin' cuz who the fuck would I reach man
Niggaz don't wanna stop that, they wanna live fat
who'd wanna clean up their act when the papes come in stacks
They live for the minute and they're all wrapped up in it
it's an unfortunate state for many
A Buncha Niggas Lyrics
What's the deal I wanna know is this love for real Or could it be lust that I feel You got it going on and on like a real fly sex appeal Physique extra ill sun sweet dress to kill You got me open like token hot and smokin Jacuzzi bubble bath laughin joking Candle light talking about how you and your ex-man fight Tropical sight beach sand white listen Seafood dis
t's too late What's the deal I wanna know is this love for real Or could it be lust that I feel You got it going on and on like a real fly sex appeal Physique extra ill sun sweet dress to kill You got me open like token hot and smokin Jacuzzi bubble bath laughin joking Candle light talking about how you and your ex-man fight Tropical sight beach sand white listen Seafood dis
Now death stalks the streets and it's right at your gate
so bug, lose your mind but I ain't goin' insane
I'll kick the fly lyrics cuz ain't no shame in my game
No shame in my game
Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each other
I know I got faults I ain't the only motherfucker
Stuff I heard about you wasn't too cool you know
like how you smoke wools and that your girl's a ho
But I don't listen to shit unless the story's legit
Knuckleheads need to quit cuz they be riding the dilsnick
But I'll be taking care of business regardless
and when it comes to rhyming you know I'm hitting hardest
So you can kick dirt but in the end you'll feel pain
you little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game