Dead Prez Lyrics

Dead Prez Lyrics

"Hell Yeah Lyrics"

Chop Off My Hand Lyrics
No way, how could it be? My girlfriend was just raped by a tree! And now the evil's coming after me! Cause the book of the dead put a curse on me! we'll swallow your soul we'll swallow your soul we'll swallow your soul we'll swallow your soul OH NO YOU WONT! I'm gonna chop chop chop chop chop off my hand It's posessed by the evil dead It will be over before too long Cause we'll all be dead by dawn! They say I'll be dead by dawn! Well, I'm gonna have to say "Bring it on!" And there'll be blood s

[Talking]
Holden Street
Dean Street
click clack, Presidents
Nostrand Ave
DP's, Orange Ave
or DG's, T-Town
Who Wanna Ride, Brooklyn
Come on, Come on

[Rapping]
Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain
got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name
and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing
ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper
we been livin' in the dark since April
on the candle, gotta get a handle
my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid
we gon' order pizza, when we see the driver
we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride
steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside
one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor
til' we see the beam from the car's headlights
white boy in the wrong place at the right time
soon as the car door open up he mine
we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
by the look on his face he probly shitted in his cl
The Last Straw Lyrics
(Fish, Steve Rothery, Mark Kelly, Pete Trewavas, Ian Mosley) Hotel hobbies padding dawn's hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors for the dreams to come home We live our lives in private shells Ignore our senses and fool ourselves To thinking that out there that someone else cares Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers... Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care We'
othes
you know what this is st-stick up
gimme the dough, from the pick up
you ran into the wrong niggas
we runnin down the block hot with these pizza boxes
so we split up and met back at the apartment

Hell Yeah
yo ain't you hungry my nigga
hell yeah
you wanna get paid my nigga
hell yeah
ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga
hell yeah, (well lets ride then) hell yeah

I know a way we can get paid
you can get down but you can't be afraid
let's go to the DMV and get a ID
the name says you but the face is me
now it's yo' turn take my paperwork
like 1,2,3 let's make it work
then fill out out the credit card application
then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin'
for American Express, Discover card
Platinum Visa Mastercard
cuz when we was boothed and shit then we was targets
now we just walk right up and say charge it
to the game we rockin' brand names
well known at department store chains
even got the boys in the crew a few thangs
Po Po never know who to true blame
store after store ya' know we kept rollin'
wait two weeks report the car
Spektrale Schattenlichter Lyrics
Schmerz ist das Wissen... Der am meisten weih, Der fiihlt am tiefsten die schreckliche Wahrheit, Dah der Baum der Erkenntnis nicht ist - Der Baum des Lebens... Mein Schmerz des Seins... Der die Unsterblichkeit erahut - Und den Gott der "All-Einheit" verh?hut... Ich leide, rase! Aber in thronender Weisheit, unseliger Ruh, Herrsche ich immer... Und fehle nimmer... In ehrener R?stung mit jenes Gedanken Wehr, Der deimen Himmel den Blitz entrang Der nachging der Sph?ren Gang... Der durch Spektrale Schattenlichter,
d stolen
repeat the cycle like a laundrymat
like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch
comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags
we can take 'em right back and get the cash
yeah, get a friend and do it again
damn right that's how we pay the rent

Hell yeah

Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle
We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive
[x2]

I know a caper
we can get some government paper
ya' know food stamps, can we really do that
hell yeah right there for the takin'
fuck welfare we say reparations
Ya' know the grind
get up early get on the line and just wait
everybody on break
that's part of the game and when they call your name
Miss caseworker lemme state my claim
I'm homeless, jobless, time is hard
about hopeless, but I gotta eat regardless
no family to run to I'm 22
now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
my sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was in emergency
and when I came to the crib niggas couldn't believe
I came back with a bi
Aching Breaking Heart Lyrics
Well I have lived a lot and done my part of running round And never did I think I’d let a sweet love get me down But now I see how wrong I was, you’re part of every plan Perhaps I’ll pay but come what may my heart’s at your command Oh, this aching breaking heart of mine is crazy over you And I’m afraid to let you know I love you like I do For if you knew how much I care I know what you would do You’d drop me like the others and go find somebody new Last night I saw you darling in the arms of someone new And I know that y
g bag of groceries

Every job I ever had I had to get
on the first day I find out how to pimp the system
two steps ahead of the manager
gettin' over on the regular tax-free money out the register
and when I'm workin' late night stockin boxes
I'm creepin' their merchandises
Don't put me on dishes I'm droppin' them bitches
and takin' all day long to mop the kitchen
shit, we ain't gettin paid commission, minimum wage
modern day slave conditions
got me flippin' burgers with no power
can't even buy one off what I make in an hour
I'm not one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
where I'm from doin' dirt is a part of livin'
I got mouths to feed do I gotsa' get it

Hell Yeah
You down to roll my nigga
Hell Yeah
You ready to get your hands dirty my nigga
Hell Yeah
Your mama need money and thangs my nigga
Hell Yeah, Well let's ride then, Hell Yeah

If you claimin' gangsta
Then bang on the system, and show that you ready to ride
Til' we get our freedom
We got to get over, we steady on the grind
[x2]