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Five Guys Named Moe

I gotta tell you a story from way back
Truck on down and dig me jack
Theres big moe, little moe, four-eyed moe, no moe,
Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother eat moe
Moe, moe, moe, moe, moe, moe, moe
Whos the greatest band around
Makes the cats jump up and down
Whos the talk of rhythm town
Five guys named moe
When they start to beat it out
Everybody jump and shout
Tell me who do the critics rave about
Five guys named moe
They came out of nowhere
But that dont mean a thing
They rate high and youll know why
When you hear them sing
High brow, low brow, all agree
Theyre the best in harmony
Im telling you folks you just got to see

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song performed by Joe Jackson
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Gimme The Light Remix,

[Intro]
[Busta Rhymes:] Ay yo Sean Paul!!!
[Sean Paul:] Yo yo
[Busta Rhymes:] A Busta Rhymes this yuh know
[Sean Paul:] Wah gwaan
[Busta Rhymes]
Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga
[Sean Paul:] No doubt
[Busta Rhymes:] Bring dat come rudebwoy
[Sean Paul:] A Dutty Yeah!!!
[Busta Rhymes:] Flipmode check it!!!
[Chorus (Busta Rhymes):]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Huh huh huh huh huh come on)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now)
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

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song performed by Sean Paul
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That Eenie Meenie Miney Moe Gotta Go

Quit your beating that you do around the bush.
Your looks are mushy,
And they're not that anonymous.

I like to get a rush to hold and touch.
A feeling in my heart,
That will gush with a blush.

That eenie meenie miney moe gotta go,
Oh oh.
It's got too much of your mind on a hold,
Oh oh.
I like to get a rush to hold and touch.
Oh oh.
A feeling in my heart,
That will gush with a blush.

Quit your beating that you do around the bush.
Your looks are mushy,
And they're not that anonymous.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch an Arab by the toe
If he bombs you let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a Bush by the toe
If he bombs you too let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a musharaff by the toe
If he shoots you let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a GMA by the toe
If She lies you let her go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch an Arab by the toe
If he bombs you let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a Bush by the toe
If he bombs you too let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a musharaff by the toe
If he shoots you let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a GMA by the toe
If She lies you let her go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moe Luv's Theme

(kool keith)
Well i'm first to rock, moe luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
?clyde? scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster master, more quicker than the grand
Peep his hand going back and forth
North, wit the fader, smooth
?peeking this? watch where the needle can groove
And move and lose it trying to bite
His fingers are ? as i ride the skills
Of a champ, the vamp, blow watts in the amp
And stamp your brain, as i ride and glide and hide
Moe luv is on the mix tonight, moe luv
Ok, now moe is on the mixer
So get ready, cuz here's another twister
About the way he gets the crowd to move
And groove and dance to the things he do
And prove the way he sway and lift and shape
And rock hard, all night he's on and on
Swiftly slicing, cuts are nice and smooth like rice and

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Eclogues

Eclogue the First.

Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde,
From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,
Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all arounde,
(Myghtie theie fell, 'twas Honoure ledde the fraie,)
Thanne inne a dale, bie eve's dark surcote graie,
Twayne lonelie shepsterres dyd abrodden flie,
(The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie,)
And whythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie;
Firste Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke,
Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke.

Roberte.
Ah, Raufe! gif thos the howres do comme alonge,
Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe,
Oure fote wylle fayle, albeytte wee bee stronge,
Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe.
To oure grete wronges we have enheped moe,
The Baronnes warre! oh! woe and well-a-daie!

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poem by Thomas Chatterton
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Eclogue The Third

Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?
Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;
Gyfe theye have anie, itte ys roughe-made arte,
Inne hem you see the blakied forme of kynde .
Haveth your mind a lycheynge of a mynde?
Woulde it kenne everich thynge as it mote bee;
Woulde ytte here phrase of the vulgar from the hynde,
Wythoute wiseegger wordes and knowlache free,
Gyf soe, rede thys, whych Iche dysporteynge pende,
Gif nete besyde, yttes rhyme maie ytte commend.

MANNE

Botte whether, fayre mayde do ye goe,
O where do ye bend yer waie?
I wile knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not be asseled naie.

WOMANNE

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poem by Thomas Chatterton
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Saga Of Dandy, The Devil & Day

[kool keith]
Why don't y'all play that pitch
The right manage gonna be in the game
[moe love]
It's the top of the ninth
Josh gibson is at the plate
The bases are loaded, it's a three and two count
And here's the pitch
[kool keith]
Steppin up to the plate, first batter
[moe love]
Kool keith
[kool keith]
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
With the weather so hot, who could play like danny day
The greatest and the best, like the satchel brother paige
Long tom and little bomb, in the hall of fame
Like josh and bunt, be alert, duck
Everybody was down for beer and peanuts
Foxes in their sunday's best, their brightest dress

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act I

SCENE I.
CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.
Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayne
Throwe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites of goulde,
Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wretche behoulde,
Mieselfe, and al that's myne, bounde ynn myschaunces chayne.
Ah! Birtha, whie dydde Nature frame thee fayre?
Whie art thou all thatt poyntelle canne bewreene ?
Whie art thou nott as coarse as odhers are?--
Butte thenn thie soughle woulde throwe thy vysage sheene,
Yatt shemres onn thie comelie semlykeene,
Lyche nottebrowne cloudes, whann bie the sonne made redde,
Orr scarlette, wythe waylde lynnen clothe ywreene ,
Syke would thie spryte uponn thie vysage spredde.
Thys daie brave Ælla dothe thyne honde and harte
Clayme as hys owne to be, whyche nee from hys moste parte.
And cann I lyve to see herr wythe anere?
Ytt cannotte, muste nott, naie, ytt shalle not bee.
Thys nyghte I'll putte stronge poysonn ynn the beere,
And hymm, herr, and myselfe, attenes wyll slea.

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poem by Thomas Chatterton
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