Painted On My Heart .......... The Cult

Machismo .......... Gomez

Flower .......... Moby

Rap .......... Groove Armada

Leave Home .......... The Chemical Brothers

Da Rockwilder .......... Method Man

Roll All Day .......... Ice Cube

Sugarless .......... Caviar

Never Gonna Come Back (f/ M. Doughty) .......... BT

Too Sick To Pray .......... A3

Party Up (Up In Here) .......... DMX

Stop The Rock .......... Apollo Four Forty

Better Days .......... Citizen King

Boost Me .......... Trevor Rabin

I thought you'd be out of my mind
And I'd finally found a way to
Learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons
Not to think about you
But it's just not so
And after all this time
I still can't let go
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me

I was trying everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can't seem to
I guess it's just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me, baby

I've still got your face
I've still got your face
painted on my heart
painted on my heart
painted on my heart

He's into that, that spiritual stuff

My brother's into, my brother's into
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
It's serious, man
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
It's serious, man
I seen a movie on it
He's into that, that spiritual stuff

Come around my way, toast the angels
He don't do what it's from, that ain't right

He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
It's serious, man
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
He's into that, that spiritual stuff
It's serious, man
I seen a movie on it
He's into that, that spiritual stuff

Come around my way, toast the angels
He don't do what it from, that ain't right
Come around my way, toast the angels
He don't do what it from, and that ain't right
He don't do what it from, and that ain't right
So come around my way, toast the angels
He don't do what it from, and that ain't right
He don't do what it from, and that ain't right

Green sally up
Green sally down
Lift and squat
Gotta tear the ground

One miss luckys dead and gone
Left me here to weap and moan

If you hate if fold your arms
If you love it clap your hands

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The brother's gonna work it out x 20

(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)
(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)
(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)

The brother's gonna work it out x 7

(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)
(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)
(Yo man, you guys are mean)
(You know that)

Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Verse One: Method Man]

Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfin the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in
got us bustin off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Two: Redman]

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed of shotgun
hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
puffin on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa

yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa

[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4}

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse one]
I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin'
You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin', now we talkin'
'Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why)
I'm very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
---I got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i'm a charmer
A fuckin' night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
("what choo wanna do after this?")
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)
And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse two]
Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And 'bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real?
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you're goin' thru
You already think you're cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It's gettin' drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

[verse three]
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'?
Baby how you actin'?
Let's get it crackin' (c'mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?"
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
---i had a full tank of unleaded--- [repeat]

Attempt the keyhole how
I don't wanna for free
all to stop moving now
you taught it all to me
but I can never walk out
I can never walk out
I'm getting down
I'm going out
I have a date with a pretty ballerina
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
how do I get into bed to sleep with you
crushed cause I tripped the alarms
I'm going sugarless
down enough to a crawl to be primitive
out of my head on the prowl
I'm going sugarless
kasabi courdarouy
how can you refuse
pissed out on engine noise
telepathic blues
you know I never lose
never ever lose
I'm getting down
I'm going out
I have a date with a pretty ballerina
how do I get into bed to sleep with you
crushed cause I tripped the alarms
I'm going sugarless
down enough to a crawl to be primitive
out of my head on the prowl
I'm going sugarless
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
I had a date with a pretty ballerina

I'm just gonna shout this one
I'm just uhh, gonna gonna gonna gonna say this to the people
Not so much the people in the audience as the people sitting in my mind,

Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb

Donde esta los digits du DJ Rap?

Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin' on the road bumps
Run into a tree stump
Tweeter out the back door
Slam into the dirt lot, stopped
With the cable runnin' out the backside
Disco naked

And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

BlaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Red

Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn.
[repeat]

[CHORUS]
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back down
A halve
The pop song on the five, but you're never gonna come back down
To grab
The t-shirt off the line, but you're never gonna come back down
I think she's murderously sly, but you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back down,

We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..

Todd Berry Todd Berry
I'm gonna pay you on a chorley rate,
pay you on a chorley rate, rate, rate, rate, rate...

Oh when I woke up and got on the BMT
I saw the boom shudap and that's fresh to me ..
And they were scrawling on the window with wise-ass keys,
And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.

Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn.
[repeat]

If you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'

[CHORUS]
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back down
A halve
The pop song on the five, but you're never gonna come back down
To grab
The t-shirt off the line,
but you're never gonna come back down
I think she's murderously sly,
but you're never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwn
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back down,
But you're never gonna come back Dowwwnnn,..,

He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger,
sucka dj's they get stopped by a single finger....

Huh!

He's gonna bubble it up now,

He likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up,
he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up,

Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT,

Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up,

Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up just a little more than that?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up just..could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?

Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in the naaaaame,
In the name,
And it was in my belly bitter,
But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter.

[CHORUS]
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight,
but you're never gonna come back down
A halve
The pop song on the five,
but you're never gonna come back down
To grab
The t-shirt off the line,
but you're never gonna come back down
I think she's murderously sly,
but you're never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwwwn

You understand?

You know what I'm saying?

Rght on to the people up front,
Right to the people in the back,
Right on to the bartender,
Right on to the waitresses,
Right on to the DJ,
Right on,
Right on to the lady with the beer over there in the pink skirt,
Right on to all them mmmmmm English girls named Charisse...
Fucking blonde English girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.

And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders uttered,
The seven utters thuddered, thuddered,
thuddered, under, thuddered under
The seven thunders uttered.

Charisse-ah.

[BT:] Fucking excellent man.
[DOUGHTY:] That's what I do for a living

I'm in a lonely room
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues
Winter's walking up the avenue
And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June
But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

I'm in a crowded place
But I can't recognize a single face
They say the thrill is in the chase
Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs
To run that race

But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

They say I made my money messing up young minds
I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got pain
Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains

Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold
As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone
The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home
Better burn a candle light

Rap

Ease The Pain

Repeat Chorus

The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home

Ease the pain

Gotta find some faith

Repeat chorus

Better burn the candle bright

Rap

Ease The Pain

[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!

[Chorus: DMX]

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
up in HERE up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
up in here up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL
up in HERE up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
up in here up in here

[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick aight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at rest
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX)
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]

Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can's stop the rock, can't stop the rock (repeated)

Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock! (repeated)
Come move me move me
Dancing like Madonna, into the groovy

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock

Let's get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty babe

Down and dirty baby

Shape the rock like Henry Moore
Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on!

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock

In my shoes my toes are busted
My kitchen says my bread is molded
Got a good job at the dollar store
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper
With a broken mirror
And a blown out speaker
I ain't got much else to lose
I'm faded, flat busted
Been jaded, I been dusted
I know that I've seen better days

One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper crank it to eleven
And blow another speaker
And I ain't got, I ain't got much to lose

Cuz I've seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

My cup's filled up with five buck wine
Find myself here all the time
Another rip in the glass
Another chip in my tooth
Rained on, I've been stained on
Found another goat I put the blame on
Now I'm steppin' on all the cracks
But I guess there ain't no use
I'm bent like glass second hand like glory
Missed the bus but I'm in no hurry
Molasses fast, no business born

One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper crank it to eleven
Blow another speaker
And I ain't got, I ain't got much to lose

Cuz I've seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

I've seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

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