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08.10.1999 |
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2. | Ride |
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4. | The Hip Hop Phenomenon |
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8. | Godspeed |
9. | Namistai |
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Dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Body slowin' back in
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Yeah ... Sounds of source and information
Peace be humanity ... (come on)
Yah mon ... Beat vibes and energy ... Hear this!
Come on ... Mad skillz!!
one, one two ... one two one two
Rockin' this mic, got you droppin' it right
{A little session for the soldier who be rockin' it tight}
Ah, don't be scared just let yourself go
I make this shit boom on the microphone
Somebody rockin' this mic, got you droppin' it right
{A little session for the soldier who be rockin' it tight}
Ah, don't be scared just let yourself go
I make this shit boom on the microphone, come on
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel (come on)
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Mad skillz mic check, come on
It's no division ... It's no separation
With the rhythm, with the power, word and sound
Each and every TIME
Mad skillz!
Mad skillz!
(Mad skillz mic check)
{iki} come with Hutchy
Is he one cat?
Naughty with the rich kid and the MC {byudoo-ee}
With Hutchy 'pon the mic it's like want to G wit me
Come kiss me or love me and give me your ASS
BT
Everybody's chopping sin skill
HUTCHY
Not a party
{breelardeebeel}
With Hutchy 'pon the mic it's like want to G wit me
When we on we know we do it alright - aye aye
Instinct, checkin' MCs is on the mic- I'm 'bout to
This the sound
Instinct, checkin' MCs is on the mic- I'm 'bout to
Mad skillz
In-instinct, checkin' MCs is on the mic- I'm 'bout to
Mad skillz
Instinct, checkin' MCs is on the mic- I'm 'bout to
(make this shit boom on the microphone)
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel, come on
Mad skillz mic check, come on
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Give it to your party- give ya something to feel
Mad skillz, what's the deal?
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel, come on
Mad skillz mic check, come on
And ya don't stop
The vibe ... My life, your life ... High life
God gave us words, wisdom, sound, power
Words to wisdom
This the sound
(mic check)
(and ya don't stop)
Mad skillz!
Mad skillz!
Bring it to the party- give ya something to feel, come on
Mad skillz mic check
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Awareness, the fruit of life
Awareness and happiness
Vibes...
The dance never ends
But I know you're there
But I know you're there
Only you are my happiness
Memories...
Happiness...
Lovely voices...
In nightfall I'll meet you
seeds of desire absolve
There's no going back
I'm losing control
As the morning creeps up
and I'm looking for the shade
In your embrace
My grieving says
Reach out for me - reach out
Reach out for me - reach out
I know you're... you're there
Reach out for me - reach out
Reach out for me - reach out
I may go with you
Lovely voices
Reach out for me - reach out
Reach out for me - reach out
I savour every moment
I'll savour every moment
You're precious
You're precious to me
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No words, no talk
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt
We'll go dreaming
Walk with me, the future's at hand
Here with us, here where we stand
We both know the power of pain
We get back up and start it again
With new hope, no place for tears
Leave behind those frozen years
Come with me and we'll go dreaming
We don't know how it can be
Searching out dignity
Nothing can be as savage as love
One taste is never enough
With new hope, no place for tears
Catch my hand and come with me
Close your eyes and dream
We'll go dreaming
No words, no talk
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt
We'll go dreaming
Catch my hand and come with me
Close your eyes and dream
No words, no talk
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt
We'll go dreaming
[x2]
We'll go dreaming
Catch my hand and come with me
Close your eyes and dream
No words, no talk
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt
We'll go dreaming
[x4]
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It's time to give up the ghost
It's time to give up the ghost
I don't wanna die
I wanna dance
[repeat]
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Below, the center's in me
Revolve around
Derive a meaning
from my self will
As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch
Conscious light gets through somehow
Yet I always fail to notice
Yet I always fail to notice
I'm always heading for the ground
Running down the way up
The visible effect runs through my blood
As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch
Conscious light gets through somehow
I always fail to notice
I'm heading for the ground
Has desire found a shady avenue?
(Standing up below with me)
Has desire found a shady avenue?
(Standing up below with me)
And I always fail to notice
Yet I always fail to notice
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
And if we doubt, we can hardly hope to shine
And the sun could eventually be outshone
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(Running down...)
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(...the way up)
And conscious light gets through somehow
Yet I fail to notice
That I'm heading for the ground
Running down the way up
Always running down the way up
and you're standing there
(...the way up)
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We'd like you to leave immediately ... Next subject ... We can see the satellite at uh, a distance of about uh, i guess over 15 miles here ... It looked like a star as you looked up ... See here, we have a beautiful view of the earth down below as the satellite departs
She smells of the sun
And she's constantly saying
That's it's alright because lies sound so nice
And like soil to seed goes, casting my fears aside
She says, "The satellite is coming"
I pray the wrecking ball is waning
She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."
Satellite...
Still smells of the sun
And the light that brings healing is burning my eyes
And the dark seems so nice
And I'm choking on blessings that I can receive
I hide
She says, "The satellite is coming"
I pray the wrecking ball is waning
She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."
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