Aceyalone Lyrics
Aceyalone Lyrics
"Moonlit Skies Lyrics"
Vials Of Wrath Lyrics
Atop black sooted mountain lurks their wanted man No one dares to scale it's height but now they forge their plans Fools beware it's the source for man's betrayal Fools excuse for taming evil [Chorus:]</i> Untired by tyranny the recluse has broken free fools game he awaits Closer and then some t
Atop black sooted mountain lurks their wanted man No one dares to scale it's height but now they forge their plans Fools beware it's the source for man's betrayal Fools excuse for taming evil [Chorus:]</i> Untired by tyranny the recluse has broken free fools game he awaits Closer and then some t
(Yeah...)
(Feels good)
[Chorus]
There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night
It's so surreal but it don't seem right
Look into the light with all your might and sprite
Take it to new heights, you're ready for the fight
[Aceyalone]
They start to swarm you, they never warn you
Jumping all on you and tryin' to harm you
If I was you which I'm hardly not
I'd tighten up game so I never get caught again
On again, off again, in again, out again
In the streets, in the pen, life's a whirlwind
Wife or girlfriend or just a mistress
Momma, daughter, grandma, the wife or sista
You can't resist it, you can't d
All song from the original version of "Sound & Fury", except the four last: Lyrics
* - first demo as a six piece, in Culver City, 1981, by some hippie at some shitty 8 track studio (enjoy!) ** - "What Price Happiness" 7" session recorded at Track Recorded, Hollywood, July 84 *** - recorded at Westbeach Studios, Hollywood, 93.
eny it* - first demo as a six piece, in Culver City, 1981, by some hippie at some shitty 8 track studio (enjoy!) ** - "What Price Happiness" 7" session recorded at Track Recorded, Hollywood, July 84 *** - recorded at Westbeach Studios, Hollywood, 93.
You can't reply, ya can't lie, ya can't get by
Ain't shit funny with a blinded eye?
I find it I just wanna scream mutha fucka die
[Chorus] - 2X
[Aceyalone]
Itty bitty footsteps, aches and pains
You wanna stake the claim
Someone should fake the game
Your indian dance don't make it rain
But it make it little harder try to break the chains
It's all the same, it's all in vain
All-City, all-state, all Terrain
But all somebody's wanna make a name
But it's all in the famly and all contained
I hope this dope don't kill you fast
Skills won't last, still in the past
Roll in the fast lane til' you crash<
Sit Down Young Stranger Lyrics
I'm standin' at the doorway My head bowed in my hands Not knowin' where to sit Not knowin' where I stand My father looms above me For him there is no rest My mother's arms enfold me And hold me to her breast They say you been out wandrin' They say you travelled far Sit down young stranger An
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Now put your hands in the air, feel the blastI'm standin' at the doorway My head bowed in my hands Not knowin' where to sit Not knowin' where I stand My father looms above me For him there is no rest My mother's arms enfold me And hold me to her breast They say you been out wandrin' They say you travelled far Sit down young stranger An
What's the conclusion about the solution pollution
I'm still trying to figure it out
But I'm cool down here boss, whatever the cost
I'mma still keep diggin' it out
[Chorus] - 2X
[Goapele]
Your showing me what I see (what I see)
It's not how you sadden me (if it ain't real)
I'd rather be miserable (and know where I am)
Illusions never sound, so derive
[Aceyalone]
Now ron law sound so raw
I hit the mic swiftly and clown all y'all
Now all y'all wanna all choose sides
I refuse to lose, now who's gon' die?
Not me, I'mma live forever
I'mma keep it toge
Larger Than Life Lyrics
Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please Marlon Brando on a motorbike In the black leather heat of a Saturday night He said, "Whaddaya got?" Ya got nothin' Dollar in my pocket burnin' like Rome There ain't no place that I call home All alone in the big bad city Han
ther, do the weather with a feather in my hatHey, can you turn it up a little louder, please Marlon Brando on a motorbike In the black leather heat of a Saturday night He said, "Whaddaya got?" Ya got nothin' Dollar in my pocket burnin' like Rome There ain't no place that I call home All alone in the big bad city Han
However if you know any better
You know I'm a veteran I'm clever and I will be back
Im on my own, and so is you
And everything I'm telling you is oh so true
It's all so new and old school too
I know somebody's listenin' but don't know who
Talk is cheap and life is cheaper
You up to ya neck but it still gets deeper
Check your beeper, check ya watch
Check ya phone, make sure ya two ways on
Hold your horses and let em' run
Let em' out the gate and have some fun
Pick you a throughbred and be number one
And pick one more and ride off in the sun
[Chorus] - 2X