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Something In The Water

And there's something in the water
And there's something in the way that you say my name
 
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Will I think about you?
Will I dream about you?
 
Tonight will be the end for me and you
If we don't make the time to put us through
 
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Will I think about you?
Will I dream about you?
 
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Will I think about you?
Will I dream about you?
 
And there's something in the way you make me feel
So don't tell me that our love was never real
'Cause you know it was
 
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Will I think about you?
Will I dream about you?
 
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Will I think about you?
Will I dream about you?
 

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Souljah's Revenge

[Lawyer]
Mr. Shakur, can you please explain the meaning
Behind your violent lyrics?
 
[2Pac]
Explain the meaning?
The fuck these niggas talkin bout?
 
[Kid] Damn...
[Cop] Police, FREEZE!
[Kid] Can't get shit off!
[Cop] I said FREEZE you miserable black son of a bitch!
[Kid] What, come on, come on!
 
My attitude is shitty
My message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
The critics or the cops?
The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused
Take a closer look:
Niggas get they neck broke daily
Tryin to stay jail free
What the fuck does Quayle know
What young black males need?
Please tell me
Message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I gotta
Livin hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta
Momma told me, 'Don't let em fade me..
.. nigga don't let em make you crazy!'
Game is what she gave me
Gotta watch your back, strapped
Real niggas rat-pack
If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back
That's not the way we made it
That's just the way it is
Slangin rocks, fed a nigga's kids
I came up
My message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
Cops pull me over, check my plates, but I'm legal
You couldn't get me, figure fuck with a niggas people
They got me trapped, gat with the motherfuckin hammer back
Cops on my back, just cause I'm black, Snap
Now I'm guilty?
Message to the censorship committee
Who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
All you punk police will never find peace
On the streets til the niggas get a piece, fuck em!
They kill you to control ya
Pay top dollar for your soul
Real niggas don't fold, straight souljah!
Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, hear them screamin
(I hear ya!)
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, screamin
(I hear ya!)
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police, screamin
(I hear ya!)
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)
Fuck em! Can't find peace on the streets
Til the niggas get a piece, fuck police (I hear ya!)
The niggas scream fuck em!
Motherfuckin punk police (I hear ya!)
Thinkin they run the motherfuckin streets
It's mo' niggas than it's police
Think (I hear ya!)
One nigga, teach two niggas
Teach three niggas, teach fo' niggas (I hear ya!)
Teach mo' niggas, and we could run this shit!
I hear ya!
 
[Outro - Repeat 10 X]
They finally pulled me over and I laughed
Remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass (I hear ya!)
 

She Never Spoke Spanish to Me

I met her in old Mexico
She was laughing sad and young
In a smokey room no one could see
Her favorite poets all agreed:
'Spanish is a loving tongue'
But she never spoke Spanish to me
 
She was born in Monterrey
When all the Christmas songs were sung
The padre knew what she'd grow up to be
Saints and sinners all agreed:
'Spanish is a loving tongue'
But she never spoke Spanish to me
 
Like a lion screaming in the jungle low
She'd never fool with what she couldn't see
She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow
But she never spoke Spanish to me
 
She said, 'If you're from Texas, son
Then where's your boots and where's your gun?'
I smiled and said, 'I got guns no one can see'
We laughed at that and both agreed:
'Spanish is a loving tongue'
But she never spoke Spanish to me
 
I left her in old Mexico
She was laughing sad and young
In a smokey room that no one could see
Her favorite poets all agreed:
'Spanish is a loving tongue'
But she never spoke Spanish to me
She never spoke Spanish to me
 

MacBeth

Gestern wird zu einem Narrenspiel
Dem Licht, dass niemals auf uns fiel
Zum Schatten, der uns immer gefolgt ist
Zum Gaukler, der in der zu kurzen Frist
Sich quälte mit der viel zu grossen Mär
Sich quälte und doch hört man ihn nicht mehr
Ein Märchen dir erzählt von einem Tor
Voll Wortgewalt und Herzensblut
Doch dringt nur Stille an dein Ohr
Soll man denn weiter Geister jagen?
Für ein Trugbild Alles wagen?
Für diesen Spuk im Mondenschein
Tun was uns drei Hexen prophezein?
Es gleicht einer viel zu grossen Mär
Für…
 

Lisa Sawyer

She was going home in New Orleans,
New Orleans, Louisiana
Branded with a name, Lisa Sawyer
Circle 1963
Grand other words, Indian
Indian
Her mother's name was
Earth swift as the wind
Fiercest fire
Her father's name was Victor
Worked 2 jobs to provide for his flock
He was the youngest of 7, 7
She grew up on Louison street
Chaos around, but the sight closing, small
But imagine her eyes, ah, ah
 
Never had much money
No need, but was filthy rich
For wealth, couldn't get from a dark casino
The lottery ticket, they had love, love, love
Rich in love
 
She had the complexion of
The complexion of a sweet praline
Hair long as the sea
Heart warm like the Louisiana sun
Voice like a symphony
Of the most instrument born
Beautiful
At the age of 16, 16
She found Christ on an altar
All along he was calling her name
The gospel was spoken from an old written name
Name, name
She was in Orleans, New Orleans
She was born a honey in New Orleans
She was born a honey in New Orleans
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