Sari Raat Jaga Ray Jaga Ray...
La**Dil Hara Ray Hara Ray...
Kho Diyay Wo Lamhay Saray Ray...
Teray Bin Kaun Mein Yaara Ray...
Meri Jaan Tu Nay Jana Menay Jana...
Meri Jaan Teri Haan Meri Haan...
Dar Aya Daur Aya...
Dar Aya Daur Aya Na...
Rat Jaagi Yaadein Meray Dil Mein
Kho Diya Na Paya Jo Bhi Dil Nay...
Teray Liyay Hara Yara Ray...
Teray Liyay Saray Ghum Hain Sahay...
Teray Liyay...
Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...
Sari Raat Jaga Ray Jaga Ray...
Dobay Man Mera Jo Hara Ray Hara Ray...
Kho Diyay Wo Lamhay Saray Ray...
Aaj Hein Dhoondtay Yaara Ray...
Rat Jaagi Aahein Meray Dil Mein...
Kho Diya Na Paya Jo Bhi Dil Nay...
Teray Liyay Hara Yara Ray...
Teray Liyay Saray Ghum Hain Sahay...
Teray Liyay...
Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...
Jab Teri Aankhein So Jayein...
Aur Teri Yadein Kho Jayien...
Teray Tan Mein Teray Man Mein...
Teray Ghar Ko Aag Lag Jayay...
Aur Tujhay Jag Na Ayay...
New Way, New Life (Asian Dub Foundation)
Every sunday morning in front of the tv
Recording with a microphone naya zindagi
Pioneer gurdas maan
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Kept our parents alive
Gave them the will to survive
Working inna de factories
Sometimes sweeping de floor
Unsung heroines an heroes
Yes they open de door
They came a long time ago
But now it seems we've arrived
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future?s open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
Tjinder pon de radio
Dis is england's new voice
Censorship for years
But now dem have no choice
Running thru de playground
We could never have known
Dat in de future
Our role models would be home grown
And now we're walking down de street
Wid a brand new pride
A spring inna de step
Wid our heads held high
Young asian brothers an sisters
Moving forward, side by side
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Our opportunity will no longer be denied
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
And we're supposed to be cool
Inna de dance our riddims rule
But we knew it all along
Cos our parents made us strong
Never abandoned our culture
Just been moving it along
Technology our tradition
Innovation inna the song
Now de struggle continues
To reverse every wrong
New heroines and heroes
Inna de battle we belong
When we reach de glass ceiling
We will blow it sky high
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future's open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
Good Old Days (Ziggy Marley)
irie days come on play
let the angels fly let the devils die
got to do what you can with the time at hand
Ali boom mah yeah Ali boom mah yeah
don't worry your mind its just the test of time
in five years these be the good old days
no one knows what the future holds for everything has a season
its not a time for war its a time for peace
tomorrow knows tomorrow woes
I remember when grandpa use to say grandson these be the good old days
these be the good old days
now comes the moon with its starry lights
and so begins the night life
the tribal dance puts me in a trance
as she pulls me in with her magic swing
I asked of her what do we celebrate
she said to me these be the good old days
these be the good old days
leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh
there is no future there is only now
let's cherish these moments that we now know
these be the good old days
Stand Up (Scribe)
Yeah it's the crusader, and i don't think yo ready, i thought i told ya'll !
CHORUS we can not stop now, NEW ZEALAND hip hop, stand the ** up, we got it locked down, i'm ready to rock, ready to roll, i am
ready to go, ya'll ready to flow?! just let me know ya'll !
Im a be there and blow like C4, got plans to take over Japan like the D4, and like P-MONEY told me at the top it's hell and lonely,
i rock like BLINDSPOTT, what the ** you don't all know me, i keep going, i keep grown', i keep flown', i keep shown MC's how to
raise the bar, i still rhymin', im still writing, im still fighting, and we can't turn back now cause we've came so far
CHORUS X2
Im like NESIAN MYSTIK, you dissed it, and now u love it, NEW ZEALAND hip hop there's not many things i hold above it, now it's the
time to focus, call up the FOOTSOULJAHS, DECEPITIKONZ, HOMAFIDE, yeah we taking over, tell 4 CORNERS, that we ain't holding back
any longer, THE TIME BANDITS, and wonders, and now we gettin' stronger, dances they won, like SIR-VERE, ALI and SHAN, yo it's real
real hip hop so u wouldn't understand why
CHROUS X2
INSTRUMENTAL BEATS
Yeah!, yeah!, we hit the big time. We makin big noise, we makin big moves, playing with the big boys, told u in big things, we
stayin' motivated, we bout take NEW ZEALAND hip hop and renovate it, i grab the mic and do it, like there was nothing to it, been
thought some bull shit, but now i can see thought it, I'm ready to rock ready to roll, I am ready to go, but what ya don't know,
you can hear it in my flow..... CUMON!!
END CHROUS
You Ain't Goin' Nowhere (Bob Dylan & The Band)
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Driver's Seat (Noreaga)
(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin son
Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know?
But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing)
[Iman T.H.U.G.]
Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in
I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though, we all grow wit this ?buckle?
I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle
Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back
And keep this world high, yearly raw supply
These **in tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside
Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure
Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga
Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever
Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers
Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo
Chorus 2x
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
[Noreaga]
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me
CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the **in driver's seat
Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas'll fear this
Turn my shit down everytime they hear it
P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas free-load, reload
Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till dawn Art of War
Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick raw
The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake four-fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV's inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky
Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky
Network like the internet, wit Henny wet
Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me
CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the **in driver's seat
We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for square
Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low
Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Coolio
Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studio
>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
>From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should
Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can't call it
The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to
Be the first who turn around and try to spike
Now they don't like you, sendin ten dogs to bite you
[Iman T.H.U.G.] (Busta Rhymes)
I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me
(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
(CUT YA HAND OFF!! **) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
(WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT)
(We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us)
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(**, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT!)
Get It Right (Twiztid)
(Monoxide)
I'm feeling sacrilegious and I'm so mad at the church I
Can't believe they would inflict so much hurt why
Could you put such a hole in my faith
That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace
And being chased by
This face that lives inside of the hate that lives
Inside of the way that I always seem to relate cry
For me and if I ever find the answer
I promise I'll spread it quicker than cancer
(Madrox)
Now ask yourself are there really things that go bump in the night
Or are we taught as children to have fright for things that might
Live and breathe or maybe not even exist
Cause fear is a son of a bitch of mans myth's
And his job is keeping the urban legends alive
By telling stories and enhancing them with devilish lies
So stay afraid of the many beings and strange things
That will live forever in folklore and remain to be seen
(Chorus)
I dont know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Feel like I'm losing my grip and I dont know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time
(Madrox)
There are so many diseases and so little cures to them
My cousin just past from a sickness unbeknownst to him
There's so many reasons we're medicated
Mostly because it's good for the economy
And most of us are related to the illness passed down
From gene pools of relatives
So if your uncle's crazy I'm sayin' there ain't no telling
If it skips a generation or smashes the Y chromosome
Infecting your family tree with paranoidal overtones
(Monoxide)
Now I just woke up and I really don't know what happened
She was laying there bleeding on the mattress
I didn't know she was an actress addicted to every kind of pill
That you can prescribe or imagine
I was sleeping she was grabbing to get her hands
Or something sharp put it to her neck and start jabbing
All the doctors are wrong I can't believe that she's gone
And now I'm taking the medicine she was hooked on
(Chorus)
I dont know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Feel like I'm losing my grip and I dont know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time
(Monoxide)
Now I can feel the eyeballs watching from outer space
And the look on my face is saying it all
I need to find a safe place to call home
Where no one's watching I'm all alone
Put me in a coffin of stone
If I'm hiding it won't matter they keep finding
A hundred and one different ways to keep us dying
You think I'm trying to keep up all the lying
But really I'm just caught in the middle now everybody
(Madrox)
It's hard to believe in lies from inbreeds with invisible eyes
Incapable to see from a computer screen
Or the station from your Pentium processor
While the satellite is covering your whole circumference
Of the planetary globe watch as the chaos unfolds
As young men and women are growing old and weak
And far too scared to try to speak to the powers that be
So instead they claim peace in the midst of war
(Chorus)
I dont know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Fell like I'm losing my grip and I dont know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time
You better get it right
You better get it right
You better get it right
You better get it right
Back Again (Rappin' 4 Tay)
Get a dose of my brand new twist
For your tape or compact disc
I'm no man when I'm off the indo
With a proper tempo and an instrumental
I get so sick my homies know this
So kick on back because a player wrote this
Type a rap you know the beat is phat
And when I leave the party homies said you did that
It's a bay thing an everyday thing
You do your thing and I'll do my thing
I take the mic I like to rip it up
And if you call my bluff I'm like "Nigga what?"
I am the rapper, 4-Tay
Don't crowd me fool because your in my way
I gotta run you over, hit the gas
Buck in the next lane on that**
I bet you never thought I had the capability
It's ninety-foe and I know that you feel me
Fools are comin way too ill-iac
But a gang a the fools is comin way too w**
I'm a drop another one for ninety-five
But it's ninety-foe 4-Tay has arrived
Fresh out the lab a little dab
Hit the sucka with a right then a jab
Callin the kayo misscomayayo
Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco
Now I'm off a that dank and gin, oh shit 4-Tay is back again
Chorus: Now I'm off a that dank and gin, (Foe baby where you been)
Oh shit 4-Tay is back again, In the studio clockin ends
(x2)
Somebody hold me hold me, I'm getting hyper
A secretary couldn't fade me on a typewriter
All these concepts and new arrivals
For ninety-foe I'm dropping fourteen titles
Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this
Still guaranteed to move yo hips
So do what cha wanna girls get sassy
Oh get to talkin bout oooooh that's nasty
What's nasty the way you dancin
Shakein you pants and
Niggas be glancin
Don't blame it on the Rag Top mob
Your just doin your thing I'm doin my job
To a faster pace I lace the beat nicely
Once again friends it's so spicy
Finger lickin, never getting caught up no mo
Suckas wanna see me stretched out on death row
Instead of rockin every crowd that I run into
But they can't fade me and sure can't fade you
From Frisco to Oaktown dank is smokin
Vallejo to San Jo niggas choking
I'm a do my part don't fight the feelin
Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
Chorus (x2)
Murder Murder Murder (Twiztid)
[Monoxide Child]
First I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace.
I'm lookin dead in her face.
But she dont see me Im unoticed.
I head straight to her window for better focus.
Hokus Pokus!
I see the door serve light I let myself in.
Head full of room with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go there that bitch lay.
Livin on this earth to my dismay.
TIME TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im bout to vomit.
I grabbed the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's screamin like I care.
But I could give a ** less before she dies I grab her by her blood
soaked hair.
And tell her shits gonna be allright on my end.
Im glad it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a shame?
That it came to this.
Life goes on except for one less bitch.
Aint it trip?
[Chorus 2x]
Murder Murder Murder. You never heard of it.
?Bomb in the doors.? Bodies in the hurst.
Now your lifes goin because we wanted you to die.
Time to kiss your**goodbye!
Dont ask why.
[Jamie Maddrox]
It was Tuesday December 24, 97.
Time on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven.
On the crossroads of faith of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, know im wearin dark clothes.
Parked on the sidestreet.
Peepin out the scenary.
Make sure aint nobody seein me.
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car.
Up to the back door with the crowbar.
So far the plans fullproof.
All from the phone booth.
Got the message machine.
Nobody's on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor, 1:34
Lookin for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw with the workboots.
Knocked a couple teeth loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my empty duce duce.
Then I smile!
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile.
Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head.
So much for that mans best friend.
Know Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the sheets and pillow cases.
** that bitch, shes just a kunt.
And her mother's nothin but a slut.
Cant wait to seal her mouth shut.
2:30 she returns home from work.
Nice blouse, tight shirt.
Business attire.
For this hooker for hire.
Throw the keys on the table said baby are you home.
Didnt expect Bones.
Were alone.
And shes reachin for the telephone, to call the police.
Strangled with the cord, now deceased.
In a process of a suffication.
Being **ed up for demonstration.
Let em till I know im many faces.
Now shes dead in the closet.
Hangin out with all the winter clothes.
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose.
But im straight though.
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all part of the plan.
Dont think you understand, SEE!
[Chorus 1x]
Games (Lost Boyz)
<MC's Voice> Awww yeah party people you lookin' good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I'm talkin' about we got the
Old school flavor & the New school flavor Somethin' new from the
LB Fam I'm the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party.
Cheeks drop it on 'em...
Verse 1
Yo the situations I'm in it seem my life's out of order
escape place my tape in the recorder
I sit back spark & listen' start my reminiscin'
realize that there's mad Fam' missin'
I'm holdin' back the tears
no doubt we lost many peers
Mom Dukes held it down many years
Now many chumps came & left
when my Pop Dukes split
no doubt I had it bad as a kid
but held it down no ? to the school
meetin' slugger now everything's cool
155 niggas kept it live no doubt
Mr. Tel is comin' down to roll out
We S'in (Smokin') out all the time in the yard all nine
talkin' 'bout that car's mine
Young niggas growin' up in the city
enjoyed the streets 'cause at home things was shitty
My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down & hurt her
not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder
Pro Players & weeds under Christmas trees
Gramma said there'll be days like these
Now when my Granpops passed away
what can I say?
A nigga flips still to this day
I'm gettin' high drinkin' whiskey with the thugs now
I'm on the Van with my man sellin' drugs now
I'm in my zone
Chorus
You see there's 8 million stories in the spot I'm from
LB Fam never stop 'til the job gets done
Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say
** grams but it still be them Games we play
<repeat>
Verse 2
In Junior High me & Lou we dressin' neater
I'm on the special with Taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties gettin' tipsy with the bangdods
O E Newports chicken wings & french fries
Knuckleheads S'in out on the school trips
not into liquor at the time but took a few sips
I'm gettin' life on young plan of makin' G's
gettin' dough from shovelin' snow & rakin' leaves
Politicin' on the Van with the old cats
pushin' plush Cadillacs holdin' cold gats
I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G.
His reply get yo' money don't be like me
I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame
I hustle to survive in the game
(I know) nothin' else but hustlin' & scramblin'
jailtime, bustin' & gamblin'
My main chick is on 'caine now
I mean she ain't actin' the same now
I seen mad niggas in the game style
but the key to survival is maintain pal
Yo when I get enough cheese I'm gone
until then life goes on &on &on &on &on
Chorus
Verse 3
Yo, eighteen years of age gettin' green on the scene
in front of Coliseum vibin' with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
skills in the dice nice with the jab
I'm gettin' money baggin' honeys in the acres
officials out to make a Queen's money makers
ride around in stolen jeeps
Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps
Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang
never go against the grain
Now durin' that time we's makin' no cash
sayin' that this shit can't last
Came up with this plot to get mad cheese
right or wrong we's official LB'z
Lost a lot of Fam' on the road to success
Rest In Peace God Bless
Chorus
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