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You're walking down the street
You've got this white Chevy Lumina undercover
Checking you to see
They're checking your I.D.
'Cause it's a fine time
It's a fine time
It's a fine time
Say just to run a name
'Cause you look the same
As the dude with the rebel in his veins
But while you're checking me
You've got them crooked politicians
Eating up the treasury
And taking our cash
To spend on the prisons
While the youth they fast
Now I'm waiting on the day
When we can all bring
Like Martin Luther King
This is why I sing
I want some contact contact
I want some contact contact
I want some contact contact
Contact contact
Only because my life depends on it
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say where you been hiding
i believe in
you give me life my dear
you give me the strength to beat the odds
and overcome my fears
you make me feel like i belong under the sun
you never grow old
because you're forever young
if there's love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
if there's love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
you've been alone
when i'm alone
you make me feel at home
if i give enough for you
to a higher place we'll go
you make me feel like i belong under the sun
you never grow old because
you're forever young
and you know
that you got my tomorrow, baby
today and yesterday
believe that you got my tomorrow, baby
i'll hold you closer
far as i can see
if there's love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
if theres love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
and you know
that you've got my tomorrow, baby
today and yesterday
believe that you got my tomorrow baby
i'll hold you closer
as far as i can see
if theres love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
if theres love
i just wanna have something to do with it
i just wanna feel yours
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Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
[repeat]
Relations
Creation
Incarceration
Determination
Equation
Humiliation
Reincarnation
Situation
Elation
Identification
Retaliation
Education
Inspiration
No substitution
Solution
Conclusion
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
[repeat]
Relations (Apollo had to break 'em)
Creation (A gift, a blessing)
Incarceration (What keeps you down)
Determination (What gets you out)
Equation (When they said you could make it)
Humiliation (What you feel when they say it)
Reincarnation (N-A-V)
Situation (Why we've got to sing)
Elation (Let the drummer kick, so many in need)
Identification (Gives you the right to shoot)
Retaliation (What would it do)
Education (Gives you the right to choose)
Inspiration (Is what pulls you through)
No substitution (No subsitute)
Non-inclusion (You've got to bust through)
Drug infusion (For the chosen few)
Mass confusion (When they say that they died for you)
Solution (It can take a hold of you)
Conclusion
Inspiration (Is what pulls you through)
Let the drummer kick (Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick that (Inspiration)
[repeat]
You don't even have to wait
You don't even have to wait
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
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There's this lady around my way
Who sees me like every other day
Who swears and screams a name
She says "Randy where you been?
I remember you were my best friend
Me and you was in it till the end
You was like a son to me back then
You were the son that I never had
I've been huntin' you down man
I'll let you know about my foolproof plan
We can get a crew like we once had
And run from town to town
We'll never ever be found
Say Randy how's that sound?
When I was down
You were always around, I'm so glad
That I finally found you"
[chorus:]
Mistaken me
It seems like you've mistaken me
See you've mistaken me
It seems like you've mistaken me, taken me
Say lady if I seem a way
If my enthusiasm ain't the same
It's just that Randy ain't my name
But I tell you this most every day
There's nothing I can say
To change the way
You're feeling about me
Try but you refuse to hear
Even when I'm walking with my lady
You say "How you doing baby
I like your new girlfriend
You've always attracted them princesses"
I wish I could pretend
I pray you find your friend
And all she said in the end
Is "Randy where you been?"
[chorus]
[repeat verse 1]
[chorus]
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One day he's a Greek
One day he's Italian
He's 42 years old
He's George from Baltimore
He's a hustler
Making money on the street every day
What he does with his dough
Is a mystery
It's a shame Petey Reds thinks he's gamblin'
Everybody knows George is gettin' high
But he'll swear on his mother's grave
That he spends all his dough
On the horses at the Pimlico
Hit 'em for 700 last night
Now he's got his hand out
Somethin' ain't right
You can call it profit
You can call it lost
If he gets that train back to Baltimore
200,000 in counterfeit 50 dollar bills
George can turn a ten to a grand real quick
To spend on his medicine
He ain't gettin' sick
His doc's gotta Benz
A white girlfriend
Now the state's gotta Benz
The country's got a Benz 'cause
She could turn the lights out
Over at the White House
Still George has got to get his
Looking for a pocket for his 50 dollar bills
Looking for a thruway to his thrills
On the train ride back to Baltimore
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Say Judas came up to D.C.
He'd been down in Georgia for a while
He drove a 944 ,
He bought with the soul
Of a blonde-headed kid
With a left-handed guitar
Now he's lookin' for me
Citizen C-O-P-E
Sign the dotted line please
For the fake fifties
Now Judas answer me
Since I was the age to speak
Haven't you been listening?
Salvation
[chorus:]
Salvation (rpt 4x)
Well he came to town
Found the woman that I love
And he fucked her down
She told him where I live
Off of 9th in the alleyway
Where they say
They got the coke and the dope
Until you end up broken
"You should have let... smack get you" he said
"But now you gotta deal with me instead
I'm downstairs on the Motorola
You know I've got 3 golden bullets
And I'm shootin for your soul"
Salvation
(chorus)
Well I came down with my Martin blazin'
My voice.. It was cuttin him up
Now he's aimin
His first shot grazed my eye
I lost half of my sight
And my firstborn's life
The second shot knocked off my guitar moon
And it made my guitar kinda play out of tune
But I just kept strummin
Like I'd nothing to lose
He turned the third on himself
'Cause the bastard knew
Salvation I'm calling
Salvation
(chorus)
salvation, I'm callin
salvation, I'm callin
salvation, I'm callin
salvation....... oh yeah
Put the gun down (repeat)
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It all began with this lady
Who wanted a photograph
And a woman who wanted some change
So she could get some bread
She had a scarf on her head
She didn't want to rouse her pigeon friends
And it wasn't too long before her audience danced
The lady said "rise"
She said "rise"
[chorus:]
When the lady came
Her audience sang
The hands of the saint are feeling us today
Oh yeah
[repeat]
Say brother if you wait
For the bath in the spring
We could shine
Yeah we could shine
Say sister if you wait for the bath in the spring
Yeah...we can shine
We can shine
Yeah we can shine
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He was down on his luck
Put his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed
You can leave me lonely,
You can take my riches,
You can take my life, but my soul been saved.
He felt the cut of a sword, but the pen's mightier
Then he spread his wings and he flew away.
If anything... is happening...I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
For your ass mother f*ckin' fast
How you be running in the day?
Now you're gonna feel how,
how it feels to be running when you can't get away
You can leave me lonely,
You can take my riches,
You can take my life, but my soul been saved.
He felt the cut of a sword, but the pen's mightier
Then he spread his wings and he flew away.
If anything... is happening...I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
If anything... is happening...I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back (yeah)
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back (yeah)
Well he was down on his luck
Put his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed
You can leave me lonely,
You can take my riches,
You can take my life, but my soul been saved.
He felt the cut of the sword, but the pen's mightier
Then he spread his wings and he flew away.
If anything... is happening...I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
If anything... is happening...I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back (yeah)
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back (yeah)
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back (yeah)
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back... I'm comin' back to stay
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Everybody knows when he's coming to town
They're locking the doors
And they don't make a sound
People want him dead but he won't die yet
First he's got to live
With the things that he did
People want him leaving
But he ain't leaving soon
He gets him some smokes
And some hoes
And a hotel room
And then, you best watch when he's through
He's clinching his fists
And he's lookin for you
'Cause Darren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it
Blow up in his hands
(repeat)
Ava's got a Frank Sinatra tune
Ava's got the sun
And the wind
And the moon
Ava's got a lawyer
And a baller
And a 4-foot taller
And a bullfighter from Spain too
But I guess you would never forget
The way she moves
She removes your stress
"You ain't got a clue 'bout nothing like this"
That's what she said
And she means what she said
See Ava's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand
(repeat)
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This feeling
Don't happen
By yourself
Alone
Is no
Way to live
Breathing
It don't happen
By yourself
Alone
Is no
Way to live
We could love
We can love
One another
We could love
We can love
One another
We could love
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I have been wanting you for so long
I have been wanting you for so long (so long)
I been down
I been down a different road
I been out
I have been out of control
Girl, when you touch me back
yeah, yeah
I get my senses back
Yeah
Girl, when you touch me back
yeah, yeah
I get my senses back
Yeah
So now I'm feeling alright
Cause nothin' feels like
When you're holdin' on
Said, I feel alright
Cause nothing feels like
When you're holdin'
When you're holdin'
I'm feelin' alright
Cuz nothing feels like
When you're holdin' on
When you're holdin' on
I wanna treat you like you wanna be treated (yeah)
I wanna see you as you wanna be seen (yeah)
I been down
I been down a different road
I been out
I have been out of control
Girl, when you touch me back (yeah)
I get my senses back (yeah)
girl, when you touch me back (yeah)
I get my senses back (yeah)
Oohh
So now I'm feeling alright
'Cause nothing feels like
When you're holdin' on
Said, I feel alright
Cause nothin' feels like
when you're holdin'
when you're holdin' on
Said
I feel alright
Cause nothing feels right
When you're holdin'
When you're holdin' on
I feel alright
Cause nothin' feels right
When you're holdin' on
When you're holdin' on
Let yourself go,
Let yourself go
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Hey ya hey hey
(repeat x8)
She said everything you’ve learned yeah you’ve been told
How can I get you to forget for awhile
She’s at my door won’t leave me alone
And she says that she’ll make my pain go by
But I know about Mandy
Cause Mandy you never forget
If she was a blonde I’d tell her go home
But Mandy’s a brunette
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
Yeah, my friend
Hey ya hey hey
(repeat x8)
She said everything you’ve earned yeah you’ve rolled
I’ll double it up if you give me a try
She’s at my door won’t leave me alone
And she said that she’ll make my pain fly by
She's the slot machine of the century
Part Vietnamese and Hindi
She’ll set you free like the enemy retreat
In the back of a black Cadillac limosine
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
Yeah, my friend
Hey ya hey hey
(repeat x8)
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
And she got nothing left to wear
She’ll get your heart
Forget your heart
She’ll get your heart again
Yeah, my friend
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