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Plenty

[Chorus One: Erykah Badu]
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
then she gets plenty more, uhh
{repeat Chorus One}
[Guru]
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try
In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right through my soul
Can't pretend to be cool, about to lose my control
Yeah I know she's got plenty; admirers, she's got many
Like an exotic fantasy, into a frenzy she sends me
Wow I have to sit down, and gather my wits now
I wanna caress those hips now, wanna kiss those lips now
[Badu]
Hello? Hey babyyy
I know you called and I didn't answer twice
But baby that's oh-kay it's nice
for you to call anyway see, okay, see uhh
Hey babyyy
You know it's okay if you don't call me
anymore cause I got a-plenty
truckload of niggaz like you at my door {*dial tone*}
[Chorus One]
[Guru]
Yup
And every day is her day, and every year is her year
Anyone tried to violate, they could straight dissapear
She don't care if you play yourself, tryin to step to her
The illest of gangsters, I show and respect to her
Truly glamourous, she ain't impressed and it shows
She don't like your new clothes, she don't care about your playa pose
Do you suppose I could hook up and spend time with her?
She's just how I dreamed - I'll bust my nine for her
[Chorus Two: Erykah Badu]
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
any damn thang she wants, uhh
[Guru]
Uhh
Surgeon General - I provide vit

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Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)

His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.

A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.


With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.

Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.

Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.

His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.

Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)

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The One I'm Searching For

He is out there..my lost love..but, where?
My lost love is tall and big with large hands and brown hair and brown eyes..
My lost love is Italian decent or maybe he is Irish as myself. But, American born and raised.
My lost love is Leo or Scorpion..he's wild and hot blooded.
My lost love makes me lose my temper and lights me on fire...and makes up to me in the same moment.
My lost love knows me inside and out the second he see's me and look's at me I lose control.

I know not where he is...i search and look in each face.
My lost love will find me when I am not looking.. this I feel inside my heart.
Find me.. I am here.. waiting for you my lost love.

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Get The Girl

(s. hoffs/v. peterson/d. peterson)
Bangles
When I saw you
Every single part of me said
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My eyes wanted
My lips wanted to, you know
Lose control
No matter matter what
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
I really wanna
Gotta gotta get the girl
I can tell you
Got the kind of magic to share
Show me love (love love love)
Wherever you go
There you are
There you are (there you are)
A superstar
No matter matter what
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
(wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl)
No matter matter what
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
(wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl)
I really wanna
Gonna gonna get the girl
I really wanna
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
I really wanna
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
No matter matter what
Youre gonna gonna get the girl
(wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl)
I really wanna
Youve gotta gotta get the girl
(gotta be your girl,wanna be your girl)
A superstar
Is what you are
(wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl)

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Wings Of Love

(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I dont want to go downtown
I dont wanna move, dont wanna stay this way
Missin you the way I do (missin you the way I do)
Wishin you were here, wish I could be with you
Maybe I should call you, I dont know
Theres something you should, and it doesnt show
I dont wanna start again (I dont wanna start again)
But I cant forget the way things might have been, mmm
Id like to see you once more if I could
But chances are my chances arent too good
The wings of love have carried her away
The door of fate is closed, the angels sang
Maybe I should go outside (maybe I should go outside)
I hear the weathers warm, no need to stay inside
And maybe Ill forget this mornings news
It means as much to me as it does to you
The wings of love have carried you away
The door of fate is closed, the angels sang
I know things wont change, youve said goodbye
But I can lose this feelin if I try
The wings of love have carried you away
The door of fate is closed, the angels sang

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Lisa Likes Rock N Roll

(ian hunter)
Theres a wango-tango
At the peppermint inn
Im gonna be there
Shakin my thing
Be bop a lula
Little peggy sue
We both got company
Dont know what to do
But thats alright
Yeah thats ok
In the middle of the night
Heres lisa
Chorus:
Lisa likes rock n roll,
She plays it every day.
Down by the drugstore
Everybody ? ?
She turnin on the radio,
Shes shootin up the stereo,
Puttin on a video,
Shes sayin lets go lets go
Lisa wont marry me,
She says shes only four.
Her mum dont like me,
She says Im too mature.
Down at the disco,
I go solo
And the girls dont wanna know,
Ive been too slow.
And thats alright,
And thats ok,
In the middle of the night.
Heres lisa.
Chorus
And when you see her
You wish you could ? ? her.
Aint no one can beat her.
She goes yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, youre my daddy.
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
I know lisa likes rock n roll
Yeah!

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All time low

All Time Low
By: Jean Pullman

You, slit your wrist just to feel
(Whisper) That life is real
You, wonder when you’re gonna die
(Whisper) Am I still alive

CHORUS
You’re at your all time low
Theres nowhere
Every doors been locked
Every window’s broken
You wouldn’t stop and now you’re choking
You’re at your all time low
Where you gonna go

You, constantly feel like dying
(Whisper) Choke when you’re crying
You, call and get no answer
(Whisper) Your mind begins to canter
You, let you’re tears flow
(Whisper) Feel extremely low
You, feel like hanging from a rope
(Whisper) you lose control
You, know he’s ignoring your calls
(Whisper) Your insides crawl

CHORUS
You’re at your all time low
Theres nowhere
Every doors been locked
Every window’s broken
You wouldn’t stop and now you’re choking
You’re at your all time low
Where you gonna go


You, are flying through a pitch black vortex
(Whisper) the bullet in your chest
You, aren’t seeing a white light
(Whisper) not a surprise
You, couldn’t take anymore
(Whisper) you’re bloody corpse on the floor
You, are finally not depressed
(Whisper) Because you’re dead

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Pain

There seems to be spaces that couldn't can't be filled, I feel empty almost unreal, I feel I am no longer a human being, just a skeleton amongst living beings.
Where did I go wrong, when did I seemingly start to lose that smile, did I walk down the wrong road, am I a lost soul, have I lost control.
U know all I seem to do is fake smile, pretend to be fine, laugh even as if I am having fun, but slowly inside I die, will I ever be fine.
If I may ask am I even myself at this time, is this pain gonna take a while some indefinite time.
How do I begin to define this sad pain, this permanent stain, this heart piercing engraved pain?
I miss being in love and in the same breath loath it as well; I have come to a point where I don't care, I can't spare/neither prepare to love again.
I just can't just can't anymore give this already broken heart to anyone gain.
It's just amazing how it just blossoms like a sweet scented rose at the start, and just like that collapses almost harshly deliberately stomped upon, a once alive rose (Love) u chose. Left to die a silent death, out of breath, a love now coming to an end.
But in the end only God knows what plans he has for the human race.

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Don't Let Go

Oooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
1-What's it gonna be?
'Cause I can't pretend
Don't you wanna be more than friends?
Hold me tight and don't let go
Don't let go
You have the right to lose control
Don't let go
I often tell myself
That we could be more than just friends
I know you think that if we move too soon
It would all end
I live in misery when you're not around
And I won't be satisfied
Till we've taken those vows
2-There'll be some lovemaking
Heart breaking, soul shaking
Love ooh aah
Lovemaking, heart breaking
Soul shaking
(repeat 1)
I often fantasize the stars above, oh, a chill
They know my heart and speak to yours
Like only lovers do
If I could wear your clothes
I'd pretend I was you, and lose control
(rpt 2, 1)
Running in and out my life
Has got me so confused
You gotta make the sacrifice
Somebody's gotta chose
We can make it if we try
For the sake of you and I
Together we can make it right
What's it going to be?
Can't keep running in and out of my life
Out of my life
More than friends, oh, oh, oh
Hold me tight and don't let me go
You've got the right
I said you've got the right to lose control
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Don't break up 'cause I can't take it
(rpt 1

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Start Turnin' Me On

(Chorus)
(When you)
Start turning me on
I just react (when you)
Start turning me on
I cant hold back (when you)
Start turning me on
I give it to you and
(Ralph)
It started scratchin, sweatin, mournin
my body is growing hotter in Georgia
I want cha beside me all over my body
dont worry my neighbors to old to hear us baby when you
Chorus
Start turning me on
i just react (when you)
Start turning me on
i cant hold back (when you)
Start turning me on
i give it to you and
Start turning me on
dont stop what you doing
(Ralph)
What do you want me to taste first
(baby it don't matter at all)
As long as I feel your thirst
(baby got me climbin the wall)
All I request is 3000 seconds
of your time your soul
baby I lose control when you
(Chorus)
When we start touchin, kissin and grindin
got me open temperatures risin
I start shakin, movin and grindin
don't want you to hold back the climax
let it go and show me your love girl
hold me when its all set and done girl
We can do this thing every time
that you start turnin me on
(Mike)
You turnin me on and on and on and
first thing in the mornin the middle we yawnin
Your word is born you all I think about
when the snow fall the minks be out
Diamonds and links be out
we in the club where all the drinks be out
Where the thugs and all the freaks be out
won't you peep me out
Approach me and try to sneak me out
whoever thought you take the kinky route, ouch
(Ronnie)
Pain is pleasure
mommy Ronnie had game forever
Mommy my hobbies ain't chains and leather
mommy my hobbies be planes and cheddar
And the strangest weather
and the Mohabe didn't rain forever
But in the club its a different perpective
dance floor electric Ronnie a star mommy its hectic
Since 83' the ladies be in my Mercedes 3
yo whatever the ladies be so please believe
(Chorus)
Oh, turnin me babe
You turn me on, you turn me on babe
girl I'm about to lose my mind
Please don't stop what you doing oh, oh babe
And I think I like it, babe

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Patrick White

The Grey Rain Riffs On The Windows

The grey rain riffs on the windows
as if it's been listening to too much rap.
Fragrance of gasoline blooming in the gutters.
People all look like daffodils in baseball caps.
Wish I wanted something enough to buy it again,
and it's been a while since I've been with a woman
who wanted anything for me. I'm inside here
dethorning the intensity of the black rose
imploding under its own mass as its core
condenses in a withered star like a heart
whose light's run out. The fire in my blood
took it all one nightshift further than red
and now I can see in the dark like a black hole.

Nightvisions in broad daylight. I can see the stars
shining through the smudged pearl of the sun
trying to glow its way through the clouds.
I can see the skulls of insurrectionist dreams
deep underground in the cults of my cells
trying to assess the direction of the bomb blast
to insure the maximum damage. Not all roads
are trying to make friends with people
who walk them like cowpaths littered with road kill.
It's better to be lost as the lesser of two evils
when clarity scorches the heart radioactively.
Dissociation, Deconstruction, Disintegration,
I've evolved like a language into a grammar
of oxymorons just to keep my thoughts and feelings
together in a syntactical world of unpunctuated scalpels.
Alloys of a stronger metal are not estranged
like copper and tin from the cutting edge of the sword
by the colour of their skin or religion in the Bronze Age.

Love comes at me in the darkness of these depths
like a crossroads of light from all directions at once
by which I know the radiance that's found me
is not just another flashlight that's still looking.
And there are Sufis whirling like weathervanes
in blue woollen robes, and enlightened Zen masters
gently picking the fleas out of their chest hairs
and thanking the thieves for leaving the moon in the window,
and demonic demons with the insight of black diamonds
all telling me you lose control if you hesitate in the moment,
or stand up, sit down, walk, or run, but whatever you do
don't wobble. And I plunge into the galaxy with both feet
hoping to make a big splash in the red tide of the stars
and I either drown in the light, or I end up
blowing hyperbolic bubbles into a bulky multiverse.

I haven't turned my senses into lenses,
starmaps, and spectrographs, but I'm not blind
to what's living under my eyelids in a chaos
of crazy-wisdom playing picture-music
in a band of clowns, just to get a good laugh
out the oracles that are prone to never
take their own advice so seriously
they couldn't change their minds.
You can't refit a round suggestion
into a square meaning, and it' cruel to try.
I have long wavelengths of thought
that burn like iodine and salt in sea kelp
but I don't whip the eyes of the tide
just to get things flowing like tears my way.
I don't throw acid in the faces
of tomorrow's beauty queens learning to read
the writing on the wall as just the wall's way
of threatening you into letting it protect you.
I don't boil kids in their mother's milk
and I don't practise the kind of spiritual judo
that uses a person's best ideals against them.

Especially as I get older, I would rather be
obliterated by wonder and gratitude
that I got to be all this without any effort of my own
than have my awe underwhelmed
by petty renditions of the black farce
that welds some people's eyes shut like
an eclipse stronger than the original bond.
But there again, if you're happy being a scar, mend.
What could it mean to the stars
if you can't see them during the day?
And I've said it before, and I'll say it again
to those of you who have taken a more radiant path,
blazing is a kind of blindness too
that keeps you from seeing the diamond in the coal.

Yesterday oxygen was alien ore as toxic
as the love apples of superstitious tomatoes
two hundred years ago it was death to eat.
And it's poignant to remember that any ground
you plant your flag in like a flower without a root,
like a placard without a rally, is
a charged particle field that reverses spin
synchronistically like a revolution
in an hourglass relationship with what it overthrew.
Consciousness is necessarily bifurcated by its blossoms
into two points of view, but deeper down
in the bloodstream of its darkest roots
it doesn't make a distinction between an I and a You.
Subject and object aren't separated
by a skin of water empty as the mirage
of a bubble within and lustrous as the stone
that broke the window without. This world
isn't happening to you from the outside
and you're not making it up within like a lie
you can tell your children about being alive.

No one's wholly wise who still possesses a mind.
No one's totally ignorant if they give
a red cane to a blind traffic light to see it coming.
I don't trim the wicks of my comets
as if they were candles at a black mass.
I can breathe fire like Draco at the North Pole,
but when I'm not axially aligned with the earth
I can look into the eyes of my fiercest dragons
and see at the bottom of a telescopic well
millions of fireflies lost in a labyrinth of mirrors
looking for an insight into the nature of life
that would true all the others like crystal eyes
caught in the eleven dimensional net
of enlightened lies where time and the timeless intersect
and synderetic sparks ricochet like spiritual eagles
off the slopes of mountainous eras of grace.

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Smothered Hope

withered rope you hang what's empty
can't remain to put it simply
in time
cry the hollow words to sing
with false disguise smothered hope
fly from sorrow for a new
divine tomorrow
i just don't want to know anymore
life shifts up and down
everybody knows it's wrong why
don't you care?
now do it seem fair?
it's not in the rhyme or reason
so it goes with every season
crawl to top fall through bottom
first hand love is really rotten
slice of life find what's plenty
inch towards a sanctuary
light with me inside the
womb i know everyone
everybody knows it's me it's my voice,
my voice cries out obscenity sightless eye
regard my past sometimes it should
i just don't want to know anymore.

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Money Is Quite Important

Not much about most things I can claim to know
But I'm certain that money on trees does not grow
And though in the Human World money is the most important thing
Of love lost and found singers prefer to sing
Money is quite important why otherwise pretend
The pauper you will find does not have a friend
Those with plenty money can live the good life
The wealthy old bloke has a lovely young wife
He feels that she loves him but he has got it wrong
Her love for his money than for him far more strong
Money speaks every language a truth often told
And those who have plenty of it are never too old
To have someone far younger to with them walk hand in hand
In the street or the park or on the sunlit strand.

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Staying Power

Let me show it to you
See what I got
I got a heel of a lot
Tell me what you feel
Is it real
It is real
You know I got what it takes
And I can take a lot
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
Staying power I got it I got it
I wonder when were gonna make it
I wonder when were gonna shake it
Rock me baby rock me
Cmon you can shock me
Lets catch on to the groove
Make it move, make it move
You know how to shake that thing
Well work it, work it , work it
You and I can play ball baby
You and me got staying power
I wonder when were gonna make it
I wondows when were gonna shake it
Ive got fire down below
Im just a regular dynamo
Want some smooth company
Dont lose control just hang on out with me
Got to get to know each other
But we got plenty of time
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
You and me we got staying power
Power
I wonder where were gonna stick it
I wonder when were gonna trick it
Blow baby blow
Lets get down and go go
Get yourself in the mood
Got to give a little bit of attitude
Baby dont you crash
Lets just trash trash trash
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
You and me we got staying power
Staying power... gotcha

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Jonathan Swift

On A Horn

The joy of man, the pride of brutes,
Domestic subject for disputes,
Of plenty thou the emblem fair,
Adorn'd by nymphs with all their care!
I saw thee raised to high renown,
Supporting half the British crown;
And often have I seen thee grace
The chaste Diana's infant face;
And whensoe'er you please to shine,
Less useful is her light than thine:
Thy numerous fingers know their way,
And oft in Celia's tresses play.
To place thee in another view,
I'll show the world strange things and true;
What lords and dames of high degree
May justly claim their birth from thee!
The soul of man with spleen you vex;
Of spleen you cure the female sex.
Thee for a gift the courtier sends
With pleasure to his special friends:
He gives, and with a generous pride,
Contrives all means the gift to hide:
Nor oft can the receiver know,
Whether he has the gift or no.
On airy wings you take your flight,
And fly unseen both day and night;
Conceal your form with various tricks;
And few know how or where you fix:
Yet some, who ne'er bestow'd thee, boast
That they to others give thee most.
Meantime, the wise a question start,
If thou a real being art;
Or but a creature of the brain,
That gives imaginary pain?
But the sly giver better knows thee;
Who feels true joys when he bestows thee.

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Apollo- Muse Of The Golden Mean

[Courtesy; -John Keats-“Ode on a Grecian Urn”—“Beauty is truth, truth is beauty-that is all, Ye know on earth &all ye need to know”.]

Rock outcrops trick a stream to torrent its plenty,
In a sweeping gallery you long to see
The verdure caress sunken hills,
Burgeoning clouds tear the fabulous blue
In sunflowers Clytia cradles drops of dew.

In laurel trees Daphne treasured to forever crown
Kings &victors, here birds end their sojourn.
Humming birds gyrate in a tizzy,
Praying Mantis pause a step on Cassandra’s prophecy.

On its silver belly dragonflies preen,
Bees jazz a hopeless tune,
To decide who has stolen from whom,
With the wind, spirits of the forest hold a solemn choir,
Whips of routes squirrels run to map my rapture.

Here throng the gods I search
An ecstatic soul bleeds on every altar,
Surface shimmer to my touch as I reach out,
Flames enfold as the shadows disappear.
* * * *
Burning footprints of misty morn,
Smites the lives of all it strikes,
Helios (sun) so beautiful.
Coax me to love as angels may
And trip over the world’s sill.

In Nature’s cup I fill the beauty of starlight,
Bird’s songs echo to the rhythms of my sabotaged heart,
Now ask—who is the muse to whom I thrill?

In arborous charms of manifest truths seeks me out,
He draws me out-
In the contours of a shapeless cloud,
In the heave of a ripe fruit he hangs a doubt,
In the uplift of a lily from sordid waters he beckons,
In whispers of the distant breeze seeks better loving,
In mute things I dropp a smile that he is far from returning,
Vistas serenade it is Apollo of Delphi -that brings out the gypsy in me.

When in strife beauty & truth balance harmony on a grand scale,
Of the Golden mean ofKnow Thyself”
Hence from the land of immortals
To lesser mortals he must reach out,
Place his hand in mine—we’ll be gone in a shout

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Wings For Wheels

The screen door slams, christine's (angelina's) dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy orbison singing for the lonely
(hey) that's me (babe) and i want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone (in that mirror) again tonight
Don't run back inside, you know just what i'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe you (we) ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith (well woman) there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey (baby, ah) you're alright
And that's alright with me
This 4/4 she's gonna overheat
Make up your mind girl i gotta get her back out on the street
I know you're lonely like me so baby don't try and fake it
I'm no prince and i can't lay the stars at your feet
But i got this old car and she's pretty tough to beat
There's plenty of room in my front seat, baby if you wanna take it
Oh roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
It's like the rushing touch, the dirty wings them highway angels wear
Well tonight we're gonna find out how it feels
I'm gonna trade in your wings - for wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks
Ah, mama, come take my hand (well now try hard chrissie to understand)
We're gonna ride all the way to the promised land
Oh i'm gonna dance all the way, dance all the way
(babe if you're born with nothing in your hands
Hey it's your only chance)
Well i don't know but baby i've been told
There's something waiting for us, down that dirty road
Oh take a chance, take a chance, take a chance
(oh i wish you would come
So leave what you've lost, leave what's grown old on thunder road)
Well now i bought this guitar and i learned how to make it talk
I got my car parked out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
Well i think we could take it all babe, just you and me
Climb in back baby, the ride's for free
Oh come take my hand, we're gonna ride all the way to the promised land
We'll dance all the way
Oh baby i don't know but i've been told
There's something waiting for us, down that dirty road
If we take our chance, take our chance
Now the season's over and i feel it getting cold
I wish i could take you to some sandy beach where we'd never grow old
Ah but baby you know that's just jive
But tonight's bustin' open and i'm alive
Oh do (baby) whay you can to make me feel like a man
But this 4/4/2's gonna overheat
Make up your mind girl, i gotta get her back out on the street
I know you're lonely like me, oh so don't fake it
And maybe i can't lay the stars at your feet
But i got this old car and she's pretty tough to beat
There's plenty of room in my front seat
Oh if you think you can make it, climb in (so christine climb in)
This is town full of losers and baby i was born to win

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Do It To Me

[e-40] charlie hust, busta bust, lets do it
[busta] hehehehe, flipmode, sic-wid-it
You know whats best for you, you better get widdit
[e-40]
I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
Im an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to make it, its all ohs
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
Although I never owned a gui-tar
I-uh-Im lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin
And smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line: I was perkin
Off of some of that carlos rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit
Chorus:
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
(we go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[busta] just do anything you want to do to me (2x)
(we go do it, do it, do it)
[busta rhymes]
Check it out yo
Do it to me ima do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogsll bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin, hell but what you talkin
Have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight christopher walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and e-40
About these other corny rappers that aint got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what!
Chorus
[busta bust]
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
Til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because Im lovin it
When we clubbin all you hear is the live dj rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!
[charlie hust]
My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
Busta rhyzzzimes, and charlie hustle, or should I say fonzarelli
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the partys just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
Shove, forgot my gun, but it wont hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!
Chorus w/out busta (3x to fade)

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Do It To Me (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Featuring Busta Rhymes]
[E 40] Charlie Hust' Busta Bust' let's do it
[Busta] Hehehehe Flipmode Sic Wid It
You know what's best for you you better get widdit
[E 40]
I heard him talkin but then he walkin now tell me why
they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
I'm an original rapper retrospected by plenty hated by people
Me 40 we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
although I never owned a gui-tar
I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin
and smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line: I was perkin
off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit
Chorus:
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
(We go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)
(We go do it, do it, do it)
[Busta Rhymes]
Check it out yo
Do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin
have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!
Chorus
[Busta Bust']
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it
When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!
[Charlie Hust']
My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!
Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade

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The Song of a Prison

Now this is the song of a prison—a song of a gaol or jug—
A ballad of quod or of chokey, the ultimate home of the mug.
The yard where the Foolish are drafted; Hell’s school where the harmless are taught;
For the big beast never is captured and the great thief never is caught.
A song of the trollop’s victim, and the dealer in doubtful eggs,
And a song of the man who was ruined by the lie with a thousand legs.
A song of suspected persons and rouge-and-vagabond pals,
And of persons beyond suspicion—the habitual criminals.

’Tis a song of the weary warders, whom prisoners callthe screws”—
A class of men who I fancy would cleave to the “Evening News.”
They look after their treasures sadly. By the screw of their keys they are known,
And they screw them many times daily before they draw their own.

It is written on paper pilfered from the prison printery,
With a stolen stump of a pencil that a felon smuggled for me.
And he’d have got twenty-four hours in the cells if he had been caught,
With bread to eat and water to drink and plenty of food for thought.

And I paid in chews of tobacco from one who is in for life;
But he is a decent fellow—he only murdered his wife.
(He is cherub-like, jolly, good-natured, and frank as the skies above,
And his Christian name is Joseph, and his other, ye gods! is Love!)

The Governor knows, and the Deputy, and all of the warders know,
Once a week, and on Sunday, we sit in a sinful row,
And bargain for chews of tobacco under the cover of prayer—
And the harmless Anglican chaplain is the only innocent there.

Staircase and doors of iron, no sign of a plank or brick,
Ceilings and floors of sandstone, and the cell walls two feet thick;
Cell like a large-sized coffin, or a small-sized tomb, and white,
And it strikes a chill to the backbone on the warmest summer night.

For fifteen hours they leave you to brood in the gloom and cold
On the cheats that you should have cheated, and the lies that you should have told;
On the money that would release you, you lent to many a friend,
And the many a generous action you suffered for in the end.

Grey daylight follows softly the heartless electric light
That printed the bars of the window on the wall of the cell all night
The darkness has vanished “hushing” when there is nothing to hush—
And I think of the old grey daylight on the teamster’s camp in the bush.

I think of the low bark homestead, the yard and the sinister bail,
And the shed in a hole in the gully—a pigsty compared with gaol;
The drought and the rows and the nagging; the hill where a flat grave is
The gaol of my boyhood as dreadful and barren and grey as this.

We rise at six when the bell rings, and roll up our blankets neat,
Then we pace the cell till seven, brain-dulled, and with leaden feet.
Bolts clank, and the iron doors open, light floods from an iron-barred arch—
And we start with a start galvanic at the passionless, “Left—Quick march!”

Down the crooked and winding staircase in the great wrong-angular well,
Like the crooked stairs that of late years we have stumbled down to Hell;
We empty the tubs and muster, with the prison slouch and tread,
And we take to the cells our breakfast of hominy and of bread.

The church in its squat round tower, with Christ in His thorny wreath—
The reception house is below it, so the gates of Hell are beneath,
Where sinners are clad and numbered, when hope for a while has
And above us the gilded rooster that crowed when Peter lied.

What avail is the prayer of the abbess? Or the raving of Cock-eyed Liz?
The holy hermit in his cell, or the Holy Terror in his?
Brothers and sisters of Heaven, seen through the bars in a wall,
As we see the uncaught sinners—and God have mercy on all.

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Look At Me Now (feat. Mr Porter)

[Young Buck]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life,
Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young Buck
Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It
We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It
But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy
Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out
Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level
It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd
Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It
No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It
Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be
Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

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