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I come home
In the morning light
My mother says
When you gonna live
Your life right
Oh mother dear
We’re not
The fortunate ones
And girls
They wanna have fun
Oh girls
Just wanna have fun

The phone rings
In the middle of the night
My father yells
What you gonna do
With your life
Oh, daddy dear you know
You’re still number one
But girls
They wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls
They wanna have fun
Oh girls
Just wanna have fun

Some boys
Take a beautiful girl
And hide her away
From the rest of the world
I want to be the one
To walk in the sun
Oh girls they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls
They want to have fun
Oh girls
Just want to have fun
They wanna have fun
They wanna have fun.

(feat. Noah Cyrus)

After twelve
Not so well
Won’t the breakfast
Sisters tell
What’s ’round
This bend
No disgrace
About this
Only thing
I dare to chase
You down again
You know

Nothing hurts
Like losing
When ya know
What’s really gone
Except all the blame
And I’m choosin
Won’t you long

I tried it your way
But I got
Nothing to show
It’s been
The same, same
And the story’s
Getting old
I guess the driveway
Will be
The end of the road
For us it’s too late
And the credits
Start to roll

A lot to say
About today
Let the radio
Break the silence
As we drive
A kiss goodbye
Not this time
Don’t remember
About this song
I never liked

Ya know
Nothing hurts
Like losing
When ya know
It’s already gone
It’s just
All the blame
And I’m choosin
Won’t you long

I tried it your way
But I got
Nothing to show
It’s been
The same, same
And the story’s
Getting old
I guess the driveway
Will be the end
Of the road
For us it’s too late
And the credits
Start to roll

I thought you knew
Everything about me
But I know
Nothing at all
I watched your tail
Lights fading
I’ll try to do it all
I remember
What it feels like
To know love
And have it taken away
I can’t think of what
I learned right now
But I’ll thinking
Of it someday

I tried it your way
But I got
Nothing to show
It’s been
The same, same
And the story’s
Getting old
I guess the driveway
Will be
The end of the road
For us it’s too late
And the credits
Start to roll

Roooooooooool
Credits start to roll
(Oooh)

I guess the driveway
End of the road
(End of the road)

Woo (woo)
Woo (woo).

I probably shouldn’t say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we’ve shared

It was awesome but we lost it
It’s not possible for me not to care
Now we’re standing in the rain
But nothin’s ever gonna change until you hear, my dear

Chorus
The 7 things I hate about you
The 7 things I hate about you
Oh you
You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don’t know which side to buy
Your friends they’re jerks
And when you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

It’s awkward and it’s silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
And when you mean it, I’ll believe it
If you text it, I’ll delete it
Let’s be clear
I’m not coming back
You’re taking 7 steps here

Chorus
The 7 things I hate about you
You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don’t know which side to buy
Your friends they’re jerks
And when you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

Compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention
The 7 that I like

The 7 things I like about you
You hair, your eyes, your old levi’s
And when we kiss, I’m hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that’s both I’ll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we’re intertwined everything’s alright
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you.

Artist: Miley Cyrus
Genre: Pop

Artist: Nas
Album: Untitled
Year: 2008
Genre: Rap: Hip-Hop

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No revolutionary gets old
Or so I’m told
You’re left full of bullet-holes
When you tell the people go free
Oh, it’s a matter of days before they try to take me
I heard gunshots rang
His bullet got my name
I ain’t see him take aim
I dreamt this day came
‘Cause I stood in the face of damnation
Satan, spat at him, flat out disgraced him
He want my blood; why me?
Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man
Fuck it, I’ll take one
Can stop me but can’t stop a whole nation
Of millions who feel you deceived them
They believing reparation makes it even
So I’m deadly now because of one reason
They listening
In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland
We getting it in, son
Another bullet passed by-missed me
Wondering who plotting to get me
Alphabet boys still plotting against me
To hush me up and stuff me in the pockets of history
You won’t remember why they came to clip me
When time go by, you’ll soon forget me
They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentley’s
Then they use one of my lines just to prove I’m guilty
Don’t let them kill me

Some revolutionaries do live long
Am I one of them? Guess we’ll know in due time
Everybody has rights, can I use mine?
Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that’s too fine?
Got a swell life, tell me, will I lose mine?
Every time I turn around somebody new dying
Let’s start living
Ala carte escargot, Escobar, invest my millions
Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children
Knowing that they coming any time, but until then
I’m at large until they shoot me
Million dollar stones and my camouflage Gucci
Giving you this crack like Pookie
To question the system
Be the resistance
No matter what color you are
Everybody nigga’s
You can stand by and watch
Or you can march on with us.

They forgot us on the block
Got us in the box
Solitary confinement
How violent are these cops?
They need an early retirement
How many rallies will I watch?
I ain’t got it in me to march
I got a semi to spark
The game’s in a drought
Public housing, projects
Cooking up in the Pyrex
My set, my click
Either getting money
Or running from homicide trial
That’s if they ain’t died yet
Trying to be rich
Still I’m pledging allegiance
A predicate felon, a ghetto leader
Lending my poetical genius
To whoever may need it
I bleed this from Queensbridge
Now living with my feet up
Never defeated
So a president’s needed
Y’know these colored folks and Negroes
Hate to see one of their own succeeding
America, suprise us
And let a black man guide us

What’s the black pres thinkin on election night
Is it how can I protect my life?
Protect my wife? Protect my rights?
Every other president was nottin’ less than white
‘Cept Thoman Jefferson and mixed indian blood
And calvin coolers
KKK is like ‘what the fuck’, loadin’ they guns up
I’m loadin’ mine too, Ready to ride
Cause I’m ridin with my crew
He dies - we die too
But on a positive side, I think Obama provides
Hope - and challenges minds
Of all races and colours to erase the hate
And try and love one another, so many political snakes
We in need of a break, I’m thinkin’ I can trust this brotha
But will he keep it way real?
Every innocent n! gga in jail - gets out on appeal
When he wins - will he really care still?
I feel

Say a prayer for “do we have to? “
You ain’t right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
In love with a slave master
Sincerely yours
USA most brave rapper
Jesse car-jacker
Uncle Tom-kidnapper
Ask around
Bentley Coupe off the richter
B! tch-called-life, I pimped her
What?
Politics, politricks
Klan-shooter
Deacon for defense
Progress-producer
Nothing on the stove
Your survival-booster
Gotta do what we gotta do
We ain’t got no governors coming through - to help
Anything we need done, we gotta do for self
New-improved JFK on the way
It ain’t the 60’s again
Niqqas ain’t hippies again
We ain’t falling for the same traps
Standing on the balconies
Where they shot the King at
McCain got apologies
Ain’t nobody hearing that
People need honesty.

(feat. Mykel)

[Chorus: Mykel]
Where there’s life there is water
We depend on mama nature
There’s a message for tomorrow
Everything connects to you
Some say soon it will be over
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you

We’re not alone [x4]

[Verse 1: Nas]
Confucius, Confucius
Sigmund Freud
And Fard Muhammad
Is it evolution or God?
Searching for the truth is a threat
Seems the closer we get to the truth
State troopers or FEDs come out to silence you
My house in Malibu probably tapped
Because living next door to Demi Moore
Plus, I’m black
Plus, I want vengeance for the poor
Who’s attacked daily
Patriot Act never scared me
Jake in the Taurus
Sticky in the jar-s
Niggas I’m with got warrants
America’s brown and
Twenty years from now
Every town will be brown and Latin
An African lookin Manhattan
I’m a tell you what I seen with my three eyes
Word to me, not a hoax, back in 9-9
A spacecraft in the skyline
In L.A., in daytime, ask Horse if I’m lying

[Chorus: Mykel]
Every mother, every father
Raise your sons and your daughters
With respect and with honor
From the seed comes a fruit
It’s an unbroken circle
All of life is universal
And we’re all in the struggle
If I know one thing is true…

We’re not alone [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Evidence remains in debate
Documents of our own Air Force base
Additional terrestrial information
Other planets with life population
My observation
Scientists study pictures of a flying disc
Right on earth, anthropologists are finding shit
Visitors, probably live with us
They can mimic us
It’s sort of what we seeing in the cinemas

[Chorus:]
Take a look in the mirror
And see the bigger picture
It’s good to be alive
It’s good to be alive
Nobody is an island
We are part of an environment
Only way we gone survive
Is if we harmonize

We’re not alone [x4]

[Verse 3:]
Reginald Lewis
The black billionaire
Before Oprah or Bob Johnson
How’d he disappear?
Conspiracy theories, UFO’s in the air
I’ve seen it with my own two eyes
And I swear, like Warren Buffet
Real money I’m just trying to touch it
The diamond-encrusted shit, live illustrious
‘Cause we was deprived of it, suffered
Now we pop to prove anything’s possible
My pimp strut was invented when they whipped us
Now we diddy-bop just to show you that our strength’s up
Just when niggas about to see they cut
Global warming about to burn us up
Niggas never really seen paper in this world
American blacks the teenager of this world
Give us twenty more years to grow up
Already geniuses; what I mean is this
I used to worship a certain Queens police murderer
‘Til I read the words of Ivan van Sertima
He inserted something in me
That made me feel worthier
Now I spit revolution
I’m his hood interpreter

[Chorus:]
Take a look in the mirror
And see the bigger picture
It’s good to be alive
It’s good to be alive
Nobody is an island
We are part of an environment
Only way we gone survive
Is if we harmonize

We’re not alone [x4].

[Verse 1:]
Find a room to lock yourself in and close the door
It’s some heavy concepts that we gotta explore
We gotta strip the word down rugged and raw
The rhetoric of martin king just saint around no more
Dave bowie ain’t here james baldwin neither
They all were leaders
But they ain’t help me get this porcsh two seater
A lawyer left the hood he never looked back
To be a fortune 500 ceo it took rap
So what if my pants sag with my hat turned back
The same swag got our merchandise flying off the rack
Marketing companies that’s hiring blacks
Fresh hip hop lingo for your campaign ads
The controversy surrounds who could say it and win
Some niggas are full time some play and pretend
So fuck that no apologies on the issue
If it offends you
It’s meant to
It’s that simple

[Hook:]
Tryin to erase me from y’all memory
Too late I’m engraved in history (I’m here my niggas)
Speak my name and breath life in me
Make sure y’all never forget me (y’all give me life)
Cause y’all use my name so reckless
Whether to be accepted or disrespected (and I love it)
And I love especially when y’all do it in public
And I’m the subject
Cause y’all my niggas

[Verse 2:]
Yo I was thinking a little bit what would it take
To authenticate my nigganess
Ball ridiculous
26 inches when I call up the dealership
Yeah that’s some nigga shit
We only out for our own benefit
We haven too many kids
We? welfare recipients
The infamous free clinics is the sickest shit
It makes me think what the hell they clean they’re syringes with
Everybody bleedin
The cops or the demons
Courtrooms full of goons
Jailbrushers leanin
Handcuffs squeezed too tight
On you?
If u fight they just give in
People used to do sit ins
They got Nigeria and Niger two different countries
Somehow niger turned to nigger
And shit got ugly
The problem is we started thinking like the colonists
To know the [? ]
Started droppin that consciousness

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My father was not a banker
Neither was my neighbor when it came to getting paper
Who the hell was gonna train us
A pressure couldn’t escape us through the ages
We changed the basis of derogatory phrases
And I say it’s quite amazing
The use the ghetto terms developed our own language
No matter where it came from
It’s celebrated now people are mad if they ain’t one.

It is absolutely silly and unproductive to have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue we need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters not a funeral for niggers cause niggers don’t die

[Verse:]
Ugh yeah yo I’m creepy and crawling
In your sink or your toilet
I’ll be drinking from your spit
Anything cause I’m more less an insect with 4 legs
People come and I fake dead
Correction I got 8 legs
Climbin on top your plate bed
Where ever I smell food
It could even jail food
Stale food that’s molded
A roach is what I am fool
The ghetto is my land fool
I’m a never be able to fly like a bumblebee

Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker
Pitiful creature
I’m not afraid of your pesticide
Or ray
Cause in heavens my creator
I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas
You can’t win
You can’t stand the crunchy sound I make if you squash me
Learn to live with me
How much your roast? costing
You and the city
But yo we everywhere
Check your house I bet we there.

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: NaS]
Uh, lo lo jaw
What I’m gonna do? (What I’m gonna do?)
Uh, shh, lo lo jaw
Ehahaha
Shit is all true

[Verse 1: NaS]
Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me
Heart Disease
But need
You in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain’t a ki
Got wings but you can’t fly away from me
Driving in your +bucket+ seats
From +Kentucky+
To fuck with me
Look what you’ve done to me?
Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour
You in your hot tub, I’m looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you’re red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock
To the bed then, “Plop”
When we done, I need rest
Don’t know a part of you that I love best
Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken, you gon be a nigga’s death
Created by southern black women
To serve massa, guest
You gon be a nigga’s death
Misses Fried Chicken
You was my addiction
Dripping wet hot, coalesced
Like Greeks with their (filafo?)
Or Italians with their to-mato
Pasta
Or roach is to it’s roaster
Trapping me
You and your friend mac and cheese
(Candians?) and collard greens
Cut you knocking me to my knees
Was killing me when I miss, ah
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Shit, It taste good, I can’t lie
It’s like you’re walking out a tanning saloon
When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey, my pretty hand hot, it’s so feminine
The way you submitting
And how you gave me power
To messaging me to shower
You with lemon water
Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
Baby
It’s like you at the spa
The way you gently
Lay in the pan
While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling
On your skin
Despite the funny fragrance
Still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
I’m reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn’t fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you
But that’s another issue
But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
Was it infection manifesting?
Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
I’m a eat you until there’s nothing left
Til my very last breath
You gon be a nigga’s death
Despite your good appearance
Cooking swine as a chef
You gon be a nigga’s death
Who cares if the swine
Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Yes, I eat the shit to death

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Ain’t that some shit?
I’m a eat some shit
Until what I’m eating KILLS ME!

And I choose to do that
Why?
Cause that’s just what niggas do

Hehehehe.