Heather B. Lyrics
Heather B. Lyrics
"Live MC Lyrics"
Soul Search Me Lyrics
stalks are generated and they engrave their names upon the fields blasts of charismatic droplets anoint me through my dying... groping, seizing, tearing, grasping at the tail of sanity a thrust of uninvited rage combusts inside the gut, and here we have another day if only I'd pierced it with my hand or watched it burn into the ground a joyous blaze of life's end<
stalks are generated and they engrave their names upon the fields blasts of charismatic droplets anoint me through my dying... groping, seizing, tearing, grasping at the tail of sanity a thrust of uninvited rage combusts inside the gut, and here we have another day if only I'd pierced it with my hand or watched it burn into the ground a joyous blaze of life's end<
[Intro: Heather B]
Yeah hah.
For all the sessions, all the cyphers
All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters
That's for Jersey I hope you heard me
You know Heather B, get down and dirty
It's time to start this, it's time to spark that
All my thuuuuugs
[Verse 1: Heather B]
Yeah yeah yo yo
A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin
B for all my brothers locked down in the system
C some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience of what I'm doin
So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me
D for dope, E forever
F I like the sound, when you know you cut my throat
Be exactly where I am
G I thank God
H I'm reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down
Heather don't need no aight
I I'm not the greatest but I'm practicin to be it
And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it
J for Jersey City got to ho
Needlescrape Lyrics
Slithering Silver Punctures My Source Pulsing Through, Bleeding Through Loneliness And Hunger Deep Into Dark Growing Root Under The Surface Feeding Mouths To Induce Stimulation Leaving Behind Existence Of Body Taste Life Running Through The Vein A Channel Of Utmost Comfort Moving River Of Eternity Quickening Rush Sinks The Soul Tunneling Escape Into Thought Desperately Needing The Tap Imm
ller at my homeSlithering Silver Punctures My Source Pulsing Through, Bleeding Through Loneliness And Hunger Deep Into Dark Growing Root Under The Surface Feeding Mouths To Induce Stimulation Leaving Behind Existence Of Body Taste Life Running Through The Vein A Channel Of Utmost Comfort Moving River Of Eternity Quickening Rush Sinks The Soul Tunneling Escape Into Thought Desperately Needing The Tap Imm
K I keeps it movin okay I give it on
L that's Big L may his soul rest in peace
Don't know why he's gone but the murder has got deceased
M is for the money, and then for the music
Cause without the money hardly
N & O no-one would do it
P is for pass that
Q my quarter leaves ramaskad
R be the fight with that ass, you got to have that
S is for spittin style
T is for takin you where you won't go
U for all the hunts of the underground heros
V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when
W is what we need less we need some more women
X is for all you xerox emcees be original you needs to stop copyin
Y why not? This here is hip hop you takin food of my table and you will get
dropped
Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own
Writin rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone
[Choru
The End Of It All Lyrics
Breaking down the Earth No chance for rebirth Everyone will die even you and I I won't be a slave who's digging his own grave like all the others Don't turn your back on your brothers Now it's too late to change our fate Someday the rain will wash away the pain Time is running out and there's no return We are the dying race and we will burn Every spirit will be
s]Breaking down the Earth No chance for rebirth Everyone will die even you and I I won't be a slave who's digging his own grave like all the others Don't turn your back on your brothers Now it's too late to change our fate Someday the rain will wash away the pain Time is running out and there's no return We are the dying race and we will burn Every spirit will be
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, what?
You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah
[Verse 2: Heather B]
Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure
Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya
Some records they hail ya, some records they nail ya
Sell out to sell records now the masses understand ya
Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to
He's happy to have a bail check like so these A & R is used to
But man I got heart like Rosa Parks
And I stay makin records with true MC's like Freddie Foxxx
Send comitees send somebody to tell me I won't tell
Cause I ain't got silicones
The Torture Never Stops Lyrics
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair, too much fire up in me
So future like izelja got my X got my backs
And I don't wanna be a player no more say the fakers
Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas, now prayers
But you know is all that dough
Just pay her pay me a +Slayer+ like +Buffy+
I'm a artist a MC and regardless I be
Maskerin mine crazy not for the swift
But for those that endure us all the time
I rhyme I rip I spit I do collabo's when I kick
And all due to the fact that I been'm blessed with the gift
[Chorus]
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, what?
You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
So future like izelja got my X got my backs
And I don't wanna be a player no more say the fakers
Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas, now prayers
But you know is all that dough
Just pay her pay me a +Slayer+ like +Buffy+
I'm a artist a MC and regardless I be
Maskerin mine crazy not for the swift
But for those that endure us all the time
I rhyme I rip I spit I do collabo's when I kick
And all due to the fact that I been'm blessed with the gift
[Chorus]
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You wanna be in this industry, what?
You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah