Way Down In the Hole .......... Blind Boys Of Alabama

Oh My God .......... Michael Franti / Spearhead

Dance My Pain Away .......... Rod Lee

My Life Extra .......... DJ Technics

Way Down In the Hole .......... The Neville Brothers

Sixteen Tons .......... The Nighthawks

Assume the Position .......... Lafayette Gilchrist

Step By Step .......... Jesse Winchester

I Walk On Gilded Splinters .......... Paul Weller

Fast Train .......... Solomon Burke

Body Of an American, The .......... The Pogues

Efuge Efuge .......... Stelios Kazantzidis

Way Down In the Hole .......... Domaje

Projects .......... Tyree Colion

Ayo .......... Bossman

Analyze .......... Sharpshooters

Unfriendly Game .......... Masta Ace / Stricklin

What You Know About Baltimore .......... Ogun / Phathead

Jail Flick .......... Diablo

Life, the Hood, the Streetz, The .......... Mullyman

I Feel Alright .......... Steve Earle

Way Down In the Hole .......... Tom Waits

Fall, The .......... Blake Leyh / Andre Burke

Way Down In The Hole

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with jesus
He's gonna save your soul
You gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole
He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
Well you don't have to worry
If you hold on to jesus hand
We'll all be safe from satan
When the thunder rolls
Just gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole
All the angels sing about jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord
Don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

(chorus)
Oh my, oh my God
Oh mama they got us livin' suicide
Singin' oh my, oh my God
Oh mama they got us livin' genocide
Oh my, Oh my God

Slam bam I come unseen
But like gasoline you can tell I'm in the tank
Like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send you reeling
Without an inklin', keep ya thinkin'
'Cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
Fuck you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong
Selling fire-water but outlawin' the bong
Still believing the system is workin'
While half of my people are still out of workin'
Anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats
Of judges and juries from 'Frisco and Jersey
Threats and protests politicians mob debts
Trumped up charges and phony arrests
Stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
'Cause he got donations from the prison guard's union

(chorus)

Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope
Internal lullabies, human cries
Thumps and silence, the language of violence
Algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
You can make a life longer, but you can't save it
You can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?
Stealin' DNA samples from the unborn
And then you comin' after us
'Cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
Scientists whose God is progress
A four-headed sheep is their latest project
The CIA runnin' like that Jones from Indiana
But they still won't talk about that Jones in Guyana
This ain't no cartoon, no one slips on bananas
Do you really think that that car killed Diana?
Hell, I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK
I slept with Marilyn she sung me "Happy Birthday"

(chorus)

Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
The whole media started to holler
But I don't give a fuck who they screwin' in private
I wanna know who they screwin' in public
Robbin', cheatin', stealin'
White collar criminal
McDonald eatin', you deserve a beatin'
Send you home a weepin', with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend
For just about anything they can bust us
False advertising sayin' "Halls of Justice"
You tellin' the youth don't be so violent
Then you drop bombs on every single continent
Mandatory minimum sentencin'
'Cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine
Do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution
singin'

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Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

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Step by step
All the happy Saints go marching in
And if one of those Saints step out of line
He'll have to start again
Cause Jacob's golden ladder
Get's slippery at the top
And many a happy-go-lucky saint
Has made that long long drop

If I'm late don't wait
Go on without me
I may tarry awhile
Cause I need to know
Before I go
How come the Devil smiles

If I'm late don't wait
Go on without me
I may tarry awhile
Cause I need to know
Before I go
How come the Devil smiles

Free from care
Free from sin
The Saints are trooping in
The children play all around the throne
Innocent of sin
A trillion voices sing the name
The mortals may not know
And Heaven's walls are too high to hear
The trouble down below

If I'm late don't wait
Go on without me
I may tarry awhile
Cause I need to know
Before I go
How come the Devil smiles
I need to know
Before I go
How come the Devil smiles
I need to know
Before I go
How come the Devil smiles

Some people think theyre jammy
But I know they must be crazy
Cant see their misfortune
Even if theyre lazy
Walk throughout the fire
Drive throughout the smoke
See my enemy at the end of the rope

Walk on piles of needles
See what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the zulus

Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters

Here I go, now
Til I murder, til Im dead

I rode out my coffee
By drinking poison from my chalice
Propped against my faith
I drink oil for my malice

Meet me on your doorstep
Soon well be in the gutter
Melt you just like butter
Ill make you stutter

Walk throughout the fire
Drive throughout the smoke
See my enemy at the end of the rope

Walk on piles of needles
See what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the zulus

Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters

Til I murder, til Im dead

Well you've been on a fast train and it's going off the rails
And you can't come back can't come back together again
And you start breaking down
In the pouring rain
Well you've been on a fast train

When your lover has gone away don't it make you feet so sad
And you go on a journey way into the land
And you start breaking down
'Cos you're under the strain
And you jump on a fast train

You had to go on the lam you stepped into no-man's land
Ain't nobody here on your waveband
Ain't nobody gonna give you a helping hand
And you start breaking down
And just go into the sound
When you hear that fast train

And you keep moving on to the sound of the wheels
And deep inside your heart you really know oh, just how it feels
And you start breaking down and go into the pain
Keep on moving on a fast train

You're way over the line next thing you're out of your mind
And you're out of your depth in through the window she crept
Oh there's nowhere to go in the sleet and the snow
Just keep on moving on a fast train

You had to go on the lam stepping in no-man's land
Ain't nobody here on your waveband
Nobody even gonna lend you a helping hand
Oh and you're so alone can you really make it on your own
Keep on moving on a fast train

Oh going nowhere, except on a fast train
Oh trying to get away from the past
Oh keep on moving keep on moving on a fast train
Going nowhere across the desert sand through the barren waste
On a fast train going nowhere
On a fast train going nowhere

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
hot-wire her with a pin
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big jim dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his fathers laid

Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five oclock in the evening - correction this line
Starts with by not at
Every bastard there was piskey

Fare thee well going away
Theres nothing left to say
Farewell to new york city boys
To boston and pa
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
Im a free born man of the usa

He fought the champ in pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on tiny tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare the well gone away
Theres nothing left to say
With a slainte joe and erin go
My loves in amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
Im a free born man of the usa

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That Id come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you Id always love
I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
Theres nothing left to say
cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big jim dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
Im a free born man of the usa

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[Masta Ace]

I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat

In this football game in the street

And no it ain't two hand touch, it's rough tackle

When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you

The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score

The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour

'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop

Competin with other teams, that reign on top

Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious

No nonsense niggas, with no options

That know how to carry that rock

Make the hand-off, and run off the block

It's hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town

You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN!

And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops

Some federal agents dressed as mascots

Niggas hold weight, but it's not for liftin'

The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin'

I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key

If that ain't a penalty, it oughta be

And the concession stand is so sick

Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick

But if you ask why somebody got slain

Yo, it's just an unfriendly game

[Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, (Announcer)]

The game don't stop, cats keep playin'

Some got hit hard and wound up layin'

Out in the field but the fans keep payin'

Understand what I'm sayin'?

It's just an Unfriendly Game

(This ain't America is it?)

(This ain't America is it? Where can I be)

[Strick]

Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game shit

But I can go outside and still see the same shit

'Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle (look)

Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way

'Cause that's Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback

'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one

And that's Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back

'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back

The rest of them? I'll just say they play the line

'Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line

And if they make a wrong move they penalized

Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery

And Jeff don't touch shit, he sit and watch (yup)

Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box

He's the one that makes the deals happen

Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin'

But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated

The block got raided, and everybody got traded

Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go

Nigga you don't know? Highlights at 10

[Reporter]

Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid.

The cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting

Large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football

Equipment.

[Masta Ace]

There's a new team in from outta town

What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE!

And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny

So you won't make a sack of money

And every now and then, somebody drops the ball

And the next team, be right there to take it all

Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory

It's the same old story

And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest

Just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest

Believe me, that shit can be a hum-dinger

'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger

The half-time show's kinda ill

Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...)

Another nigga down and out

A crackhead with no name yo

It's just an unfriendly game

[Chorus]

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I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you would live through me
Lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away
Hope that I'll just go away
I feel alright -- I feel alright tonight

I'll bring you precious contraband
And ancient tales from distant lands
Of conquerors and concubines and
Conjurers from darker times
Betrayal and conspiracy
Sacrilege and heresy

I got every thing you wont or need
Your darkest fear, your fondest dream
I ask you questions, tell you lies
Criticize and sympathize
Be careful what you wish for friend
Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again

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