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Letras

December Will Be Magic Again (Kate Bush)

December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. He makes you feel nice.
December will be magic again.
Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
Just a-popping up in my memory.

Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
("Fall!") [backwards]
Like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don't you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up.
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)

December will be magic again.
Light the canDLe-lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into the Silent Night.
Ooh, it's quiet inside,
Here in Oscar's mind.

December will be magic again.
Don't miss the brightest star.
Kiss under mistletoe.
I want to hear you laugh.
Don't let the mystery go now.

Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
("Fall!") [backwards]
Like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don't you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)

Oh, I'm coming to cover the lovers.
Ooh, and I'm coming to sparkle the dark up.
Ooh, and I'm coming to cover the muck up.

Asshole (Guttermouth)

I don’t like the things you like
And you don’t like the things I like
She don’t like the things they like
So who the ** is really right
See a skinhead at a show
Let him know he’s got to go
** white power, the kkk
A-s-s-h-o-l-e!

Everyone’s an asshole
My mom’s an asshole
You’re a ** asshole
And I’m a goddamn asshole

Mom and dad, the grateful dead
Major labels and straight edge
Coors and school and roller blades
God, rick james and oakley shades
Fishing, wayne, silly jocks
Nazis, midgets, new tube socks
L.d. from m.r.&r.
And ** zeppelin man

Hippies, harleys, pearl jam
Chili peppers, case of spam
Riot grrls, ponch and jon
Squash and pork and carmel flan
We hate these things
We hate you, too
Go ** a monkey in the zoo
Oscar meyer has a way with
B.o.l.o.g.n.a.

Cookie (Nookie Parody) (Cookie Monster)



me came into this world as a muppet look into these eyes youll see
that they are googily. big bird in his nest and oscar in his can. ernie is a
guy that lives w/ another man. hey come and join the scene ya know it aint
easy being green. but i did it all for the cookie (hmm) the cookie (hmm) the
cookie (hmm) and me can take a cookie and stick it in my yum stick it in my
yum stick it in my yum. it didnt take so long, why did we wait so long, to
give me cookie, hmm? me caught me cookie in me fur. it is blue, make me pur. me
so hungry. does elmo have me cookie? does gordon have me cookie? who has got me
cookie? me just a sucker, with chocolate chip in me throat. made a mistake, i
should give them a break. my heart will ache. eat a cookie, cuz i did it all for
the cookie (hmm) the cookie (hmm) the cookie (hmm) the cookie (hmm) and i can
take a cookie and stick it in my yum, stick it in my yum, stick it in my yum.

You'll Never Walk Alone (Righteous Brothers)

"You'll Never Walk Alone" (music by Richard Rodgers, lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II) was written for the 1945 Broadway musical play Carousel.

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

A Love That's True (Part One) (Slick Rick)

So you get my point son,
you just don't trust no bitch, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, daddy, I understand"
Cause bitches ain't no good, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, I get your point"
Anyway, listen to this, check it out

1994, as the world gets trifer,
I'm wondering, the ** I need a woman in my life for? (ya know)
Cause its like a nigga whole history
With you hoes been nothing but misery
First rater, five-one stood
Mad coke fiend though the bitch looked good
Met her at the fever
"What's going on, stranger?"
And like a fool took her in and tried to change her
I don't who I thought I's bluffing
That BITCH wasn't giving up that coke for nothing
"Oh, you trying to dis, mister bougeois nigger
Yet back in the day, you used to smoke coke cigarettes too,
That type shit you ain't admitting"
Because, homegirl, I grew out of it, you didn't
Anyway, dead out of order
Came in with a sheepskin her ex-lover bought her
Who gave you that?
"My ex"
I said "Who?"
Believe she had the nerve to say "You can wear it too"

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Scooby doo doo

Then I met Sin,
Sweating the viking
A brown skinned fox, slim just like I like them
"What? Sweating you? Picture that, nerd. Please"
Anyway, the bitch had herpes! (you know)
Imagine me, the fool being the spouse
Doctor said I couldn't catch it unless I got aroused
Found out snooping in her bag what she got
Now why you ain't tell me? You worthless slut!
"Because I loved you at the time and couldn't afford to"
You know homegirl should get the Oscar award for her lying
Anyway, stayed with the creep
One day, Sybil here, talking in her sleep
"Chris, wait," the bum bitch said
So loud till a mother**er fell out the bed
Who the hell is Chris? She putting up resistance
Till I caught her calling the nigger long distance
Had the nerve to dis patch loving
Boy am I lucky that I didn't catch nothing

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo-ooh (doo-ooh)

Though happy I was free
The need for love was still in me
Got to the point where the need for it was killing me
Then I met short here, hanging with my cousin
Found out later how young the bitch was and
Though I done hit it and she opened up a world
And remind me of that song "Go Away, Little Girl"
It had to end because the bitch weren't loyal, and spoiled
"That's because I had you pussy whipped royal"
You see the type of shit the nigger was gonna marry?
You see the type of attitude the BUM BITCH carry?
Like oil and water, impossible mixture
Then temper tantrums came into the picture
Yelling (ahhhh), carrying on bad and cursing
Complete embarassment to The Ruler as a person
"Gimme shorts"
Ruler will not permit you
Then she goes wild, starts breaking up my furniture
Flirts too, excuse me, a whore
Like the world's worst groupie when I brought her on tour

So when I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo
Ricky needs a love that's true-hoo-hoo

Take It To The Top (U-God)

[Intro: U-God]
Time to strongarm this shit
This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin?
From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit
Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South
L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day

[Desert Eagle]
Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block
Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top
Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop
Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot
And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance
But you might catch me bangin' in the twat
She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot
In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box
Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox
Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead
So we gotta watch the killas on the strip
You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip
One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit
I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click
Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit

[U-God]
As the music gets louder at the top of the hour
It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power
I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans
And it never backfires when I devise a plan
I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big
All you coward**niggas don't want me to live
Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive
Ya'll tight**niggas, ya'll greedy**pigs, nigga
Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM
I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam
I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine
Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen
I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl
I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world
And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors
An Italian Job, catch a big money score
At the tip of the iceberg, top of the mountain
Nigga, sky's the limit, when money I'm countin'
I want water and waves sprayin' out my fountain
Nigga, I can it with him, or I can do without him, bitch

[Chorus: all (INF-Black)]
Take it to the top (we ball 'til we fall, let the champagne pop, nigga)
Take it to the top (every hood, every block, know we got this shit locked,
nigga)
Take it to the top (Uptown niggas, Downtown niggas, get it poppin', baby)
Take it to the top (Niggas get your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come
on!)

[INF-Black]
It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter
I parachute in your hood, ride off on a scooter
Smookin' buddha with two nines, I'm still rockin' Puma's
Heard it first on grapevine, my rhymes ill manauvers
On jake, we call 'em one time, escape the street crime
Drapped in black hoodies, Timbs and gold shines
Poppin' that champagne, get high like jet lines
Glide and break spines, make ya'll respect mine
I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine
INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime
Rippin' right through your flesh, these bitches they wantin' **
I take you to the top, and cut you off at the neck
Oh you the boss? You ain't a threat
Who cares of what you did, who cares of what you rep
I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess
Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress
Ride with me... Hillside, uh

[Chorus]

[King Just]
I've done started at the bottom, I deserve the tippy
Ya'll niggas got some nerve to try to forget me
Man, is he, or isn't he, the greatest who done it?
With sixteen bars that run concurrent
Who wanna serve the warrant? Ya'll ain't got nothin' for him
How you gonna score points, on the after Mike Jordan
Won't happen, stay scrappin', I can see what you lackin'
Hillside, rep Staten, see my wolves, still packin'
I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office
Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers
Tune in, play it again, Q, ** me? ** you
That's how I'm supposed to do
We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth
Who the ** wastes they money to put you in the booth?
You ain't the truth, you more like an L-I-E
Let it be known, I meet you at the T-O-P, nigga

[Letha Face]
Enter the stage, I hell raise
With the force of double barrel 12 gauge
Pump shotgun, dump hot ones
Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs
Let me explain what the pain is about
Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style
Twin pounds in my hands, write my measurements down, clown
I bang in the name of my son, exchange flames til I'm done
The clip's empty and I'm the remainding one
Anger from the Slums, soak up liquor with a sponge liver
Your flow of blood is leakin' worse than a running river
Silver spines worse than Cabin Fever
Play the receiver, of a stabbing meat clever in your abdomen
All that from steppin' on my sneaker
The beat box jam, causes me to murder you with my intellect
Kill for respect, plus work hard for the power
Then I carve Loose Links inside the heart of a coward

[Chorus]

It's Me (Dr. Lecter And The Police)

[Lecter]
Remember the pen that I saw on the table
I ate it when no one was watching
Now I open my mouth and the pen's here again:
Their security's ripe for the botching.
I'll use it to pick the lock
And mutilate both of these cops.
Though it's not Halloween I've concocted a plan
I'll escape from this prison by wearing a man!

[Police]
Look what he did to this officer's face
He chewed off his cheeks and he sprayed him with mace.
We're all in a tizzy, oh Jesus where is he
Oh where could Hannibal be?

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead -- -it's me!

[Police]
Get this man to a hospital
He's arresting he's shaking he's not gonna make it!

[Lecter]
Somebody get me an Oscar for best phony seizure
Just watch how adeptly I fake it.

[Police]
Get out of the way; have the medics arrived?
One's already dead and one's barely alive
Security sucked, and now we're all **ed
Oh where could Hannibal be?

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead, you'll see.
I'm wearing his face on my head -- it's me.

[Cop 1]
What do I say to a person who just lost his face?
I betcha he'll miss it.

[Cop 2]
That cop has a name -- it's Jim Pembry!
Now tell him he's fine, he looks terrific.

[Police]
Look at that blood
We think he's up there:
The elevator's roof.

[Lecter]
I'm leaving you now
Goodbye and take care
You won't believe this goof.

[Police]
Fire a shot in his knee!
No response; who the hell can this be!?

[Lecter]
I've left the building at last I'm free,

[Police]
Say it isn't so,

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead, you see,

[Police]
Did we just let him go?

[Lecter]
I'm wearing his face on my head...
It's me!!!

When I Grow Too Old To Dream (Glen Gray)

When I Grow Too Old To Dream
- words by Oscar Hammerstein II, music by Sigmund Romberg

We have been**, going our way
Life has been beautiful, we have been young
After you've gone, life will go on
Like an old song we have sung

When I grow too old to dream
I'll have you to remember
When I grow too old to dream
Your love will live in my heart

So, kiss me my sweet
And so let us part
And when I grow too old to dream
That kiss will live in my heart

And when I grow too old to dream
Your love will live in my heart

Youre Makin Me High (Toni Braxton)

You're Makin' Me High
Toni Braxton
Album: Secrets


I'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you, touching my private parts
With just the thought of you, I can't help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad, just one night of

1-Moonlight, with you there beside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad, baby, baby, baby

2-Oo, I get so high when I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky, you make my temperature rise
Oo baby, you're makin' me high, ooh baby, baby, baby

Can't get my mind off you I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed
I want to be with you in spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad, all I want is
(repeat 1, 2)

I wanna feel your heart and soul inside of me
Let's make a deal, you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy, darling you and me
Light my fire, blow my flame
Take me, take me, take me away

And all I really want is
(rpt 1, 2 and fade)


Sources: Janis Annunziata <jannunz@netaxis.com>
Oscar Reese <Workerman1@aol.com>

Oh No (Daz Dillinger)




[Featuring Tray Deee J Money]
Daz:
Oh no! Murder murder murder...
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder murder murder...
Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rude
Coming through murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your mother**er's cords
Me we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you mother**ers rest and hang at
I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're The Gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
Chorus (2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
Niggaz better pack you guns
J-Money:
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (???), the East Side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
MC's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening?"
My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, Money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon
Chorus (2x)
Daz:
Watch out, here I come
Battling mother**ers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a
Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play
Busting on niggaz with an AK
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? We just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches**niggaz on an open platter
Yeah, haha
Fool, what nigga, you know that got your**laying down?
Tray Deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take away mother**ers
I come up from the slums and I run, mother**ers
No other than The Gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But I'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done
I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're The Gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
Chorus (2x)
Oh no...


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