Royce Da 5'9'' Lyrics
Royce Da 5'9'' Lyrics
"King of Kings Lyrics"
Freedom Of Thought Lyrics
[Words and Music - Adam Bickers] [Verse 1.] I look around and what do I see ? Imprisoned minds in a sick society I watch as the cycle goes on Does no one else see that this is wrong ? Spoon fed ignorant lies whilst imagination dies Ready to accept (whatever offered next) without question or insight. [Verse 2.] I see, but I can't believe My eyes grow black at this obscenity Young lives compressed in the mould Fact
[Words and Music - Adam Bickers] [Verse 1.] I look around and what do I see ? Imprisoned minds in a sick society I watch as the cycle goes on Does no one else see that this is wrong ? Spoon fed ignorant lies whilst imagination dies Ready to accept (whatever offered next) without question or insight. [Verse 2.] I see, but I can't believe My eyes grow black at this obscenity Young lives compressed in the mould Fact
Lemme school you..
[Chorus: sung] - in background
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples
Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest)
Listen, lemme school you for a minute.
Blackout, blackout (blackout)..
[Verse One: Royce]
An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
With wool hair and feet of bronze
Birdstick, a black staff with
You Don't Have To Go Lyrics
Written by Moyet/Glenister Look at your face, it's like looking at mine This was our room when we used to know How to share ourselves in silence You don't have to go Feeling your hands, almost like mine This was our space, when we used to mind That we knew ourselves in silence You don't have to go All we gave away is never coming back All the love we made is anything but that And I feel, it's everything I knowbrown handle
Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
Out for the death while the beats knockin
Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
Sole mediator of co
And a storm comin in March
Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[Verse Two: Royce]
The true and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
And got caught, disappeared from the cross
First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
in the form of a perfect human specimen
The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended
The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
Bells'll go and tell, d
Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell
I got a soul for sale, well;
Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
Who knows what's finna happen next?
Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
Written by Moyet/Glenister Look at your face, it's like looking at mine This was our room when we used to know How to share ourselves in silence You don't have to go Feeling your hands, almost like mine This was our space, when we used to mind That we knew ourselves in silence You don't have to go All we gave away is never coming back All the love we made is anything but that And I feel, it's everything I know
Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
Out for the death while the beats knockin
Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
Sole mediator of co
Witch Queen Of New Orleans Lyrics
WITCH QUEEN OF NEW ORLEANS WRITERS PAT VEGAS, LOLLY VEGAS Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you-ou Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau She's the witch queen (ahhhh) of New Orlea-eans Of New Orlea-eans I'm gonna tell you a story, strange as it now see-eems Of zombie, voodoo, gris gris, and the Witch Queen of New Orleans She lived in a world of magic, possess
de in the Holy War, in front of the mobsWITCH QUEEN OF NEW ORLEANS WRITERS PAT VEGAS, LOLLY VEGAS Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you-ou Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau She's the witch queen (ahhhh) of New Orlea-eans Of New Orlea-eans I'm gonna tell you a story, strange as it now see-eems Of zombie, voodoo, gris gris, and the Witch Queen of New Orleans She lived in a world of magic, possess
And a storm comin in March
Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[Verse Two: Royce]
The true and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
And got caught, disappeared from the cross
First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
in the form of a perfect human specimen
The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended
The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
Bells'll go and tell, d
Cypress Hill - "Just Another Victim" (Tazz) Lyrics
[Heatbeat...] [Chorus 2x] So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard [Just another victim] [B-Real] Growing up in these streets of brooklyn Out here in the hook where ya world gets shooken Thug life's a tough one, my life's a tough one Don't make me have to reach out and touch one I'll break ya frame up, turn the flame up Run ya name up, cuz you're a lame duck The tazzmission leads you to submission You're just another
efendants'll go to jail[Heatbeat...] [Chorus 2x] So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard [Just another victim] [B-Real] Growing up in these streets of brooklyn Out here in the hook where ya world gets shooken Thug life's a tough one, my life's a tough one Don't make me have to reach out and touch one I'll break ya frame up, turn the flame up Run ya name up, cuz you're a lame duck The tazzmission leads you to submission You're just another
Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell
I got a soul for sale, well;
Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
Who knows what's finna happen next?
Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..