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Family Curse

Love is like the oar
It takes us back ashore
Let's get out more
Dreams of open doors
Till I fell off the horse
Let's beget more
With the family curse
I cannot be sure
What we're in for
 

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Der Osterhase

Schaut, wer sitzt denn dort im Gras?
Stille, still, der Osterhas'.
Guckt mit seinem langen Ohr
aus dem grünen Gras hervor.
 
Lasst uns schauen, was im Nest
liegt so kugelrund und fest.
Eier, blau und grün und fleckig,
Eier, rot und gelb und scheckig.
 
Häslein in dem grünen Wald,
bin dir gut und dank dir halt.
Häslein mit dem langen Ohr,
dank dir tausendmal davor!
 
La La La…
 
Schaut, wer sitzt denn dort im Gras?
Stille, still, der Osterhas'.
Guckt mit seinem langen Ohr
aus dem grünen Gras hervor.
 
Lasst uns schauen, was im Nest
liegt so kugelrund und fest,
liegt so kugelrund und fest.
 

Didn't I Tell You?

So while you going out having your fun, I should sit here waiting for you?
All this time I've invested in you baby, now you getting your dubs
And making your runs and popping your drink
And having your fun
But see it's ok
Cuz what goes around comes around
It's always been that way
 
[Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gonna be the one? (Be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy... (She can't love you like I do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you boy?
 
[Verse 2:]
So now the sun coming up you wanna change
But I ain't sitting up and crying s***
So while you rolling out doing your thing
I'll be popping my bottles
Rolling round clubs
Hanging wit me girls
I'll be having my fun
Cuz I don't deserve all the games you play
Now you coming back this way
But...
 
[Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gonna be the one? (Be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy... (Boy, she can't love you like I do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you boy?
 
[Bridge:]
You going out knowing everybody's watching
But she could never be me and you know it baby
The proff is in the puddin
Ain't no way to hide it
(Didn't I tell you boy)
[Too $hort:]
You thinkin you got her stuck, you must be smoking
She got alot of money too
She ain't no joke man
We raised her good
She got the game before the fame
Keyshia Cole, ain't nothing changed
You know her name
You see her ridin something clean
Lookin hella fly
I know you heard, she changed her mind
I'm bout to tell you why
She ain't staying at the house
She going out
To some exclusive s*** that you don't know about
She won't be curled up crying wit a broke heart
She bout to get dressed and go hard
And if you wanna run the streets chasing hoes, dude she'll be out chillin cuz you ain't doin
What you suppose to
 
[Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gonna be the one? (Yeah, be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy... (Boy, she can't love you like I do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you boy?
 

Down with the king

[Chorus]
 
down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em
tears and fears for my peers, they rippin'
you think that it is, it is, if not it isn't
race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out
jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out
gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth
or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out
nope, shut him down, the king with a crown
'cause all you wanna be is dicky down
 
[Chorus]
 
[CL Smooth]
two years ago, a friend of mine
asked me to say some MC rhymes
so I said this rhyme I'm about to say
the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills
Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats
it's okay to parlay to fortee better
tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather
swing another Rodney King thing in our right
but just like the white one I get no respect
money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake
from Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin'
C.L. and Run DMC so rush it
big time way before Hammer got to touch it
remember the faces in all types of places
look Ma, no shoelaces
and I'm....
 
[Chorus]
 
I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land
I keep it hardcore because it's dope man
these are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down
not mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check it
sucka emcees could never swing with D
because of all the things that I bring with me
only G-O-D could be a king to me
and if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be
the microphone is granted when it's handed to me
I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee
the emcee fiends only seem to agree
that I rock all the world and the society
I rages on the stages with a tune of verse
I get praises from these pages to the universe
my voice is raw, my lyrics is law
I keep it hardcore like you never saw
 
[Chorus]
 
[Pete Rock]
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I went to John Jay University
and since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
and after twelve grade I went straight to college
down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger
the P to the R, not an R&B singer
the R to the U-N-D-MC'n
the fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black
pick up the bass, better yet leave a space
so let me put my big black ?? on in to the early mornin'
had skins doanin'
mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo)
I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out
Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock
and now all the outty out flock is down with the king
 

Nach uns die Sinn Flut

Die Tafel ohne Silber
Das Gewissen ist versteckt
Die Leichen ruhen im Keller
Und das Blut ist frisch geleckt
Kein Pfennig in der Tasche
Doch ein Schuldnermillionär
Die Geister aus der Flasche
Segeln auf dem Tränenmeer
 
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns die Sinn Flut, verdammt
Selbst Liebe frisst der Teufel in der Not
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns das Feuer, verdammt
Wir tanzen und wir fallen ins Morgenrot
Wir tanzen und wir warten auf den Tod
 
Der Lauf blitzblank entrostet
Und die Klinge heiß gewetzt
Das Abendmahl verkostet
Und das gute Buch zerfetzt
Ja kann denn Sünde Liebe sein?
So hungrig und voll Gier
Liebeslos und sündenfrei
Erstirbt der Mensch im Tier
 
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns die Sinn Flut, verdammt
Selbst Liebe frisst der Teufel in der Not
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns das Feuer, verdammt
Wir tanzen und wir fallen ins Morgenrot
Wir tanzen und wir warten auf den Tod
 
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns die Sinn Flut, verdammt
Selbst Liebe frisst der Teufel in der Not
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns das Feuer, verdammt
Wir tanzen und wir fallen
 
Nach uns der Sturm
Nach uns die Sinn Flut, verdammt
Selbst Liebe frisst der Teufel in der Not
Nach uns der Sturm
Ein Fegefeuer, verdammt
Wir tanzen und wir fallen ins Morgenrot
Wir tanzen und wir warten auf den Tod