MC Lyte Lyrics
MC Lyte Lyrics
"Cold Rock a Party Lyrics"
Losing Myself Lyrics
The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill Today's the day to remember always It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be And I hear the church bells over the city As if by magic you and me were there again Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you Someone's playing music And it's swimming f
The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill Today's the day to remember always It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be And I hear the church bells over the city As if by magic you and me were there again Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you Someone's playing music And it's swimming f
Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house
Chorus:
Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood
Verse One:
Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it
down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the b
Bliss Like This Lyrics
Words and music by Ani DiFranco I said Venice You heard Vegas Now I say either way Baby let's go I get so shaky And I just can't shake it I bliss like this I'm one of those But I don't wanna wear you Wear you like a band-aid Wave you like a ticket Out of my good grief I just wanna know you Know yo
estWords and music by Ani DiFranco I said Venice You heard Vegas Now I say either way Baby let's go I get so shaky And I just can't shake it I bliss like this I'm one of those But I don't wanna wear you Wear you like a band-aid Wave you like a ticket Out of my good grief I just wanna know you Know yo
Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me
The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up
everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none
Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City
for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!)
and don't wait for m
The Sold Out Artist Lyrics
Out in the street and under the sun. I kissed his feet and loaded his gun. Sooner or later everyone does! Everybody feeds the FAT BOY. Everybody feeds THE FAT BOY. They just DON'T GET IT! VAMPIRES! THEY'RE VAMPIRES! It's all about...suckin on something... Some suck scum, some suck tits, some just SUCK UP! to explain cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I
get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since Poor George
It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
like a fat rat, but I understand --
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat
and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house
Out in the street and under the sun. I kissed his feet and loaded his gun. Sooner or later everyone does! Everybody feeds the FAT BOY. Everybody feeds THE FAT BOY. They just DON'T GET IT! VAMPIRES! THEY'RE VAMPIRES! It's all about...suckin on something... Some suck scum, some suck tits, some just SUCK UP!
You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I
get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since Poor George
It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
like a fat rat, but I understand --
Sever All Ties Lyrics
Between this journey from birth to death do we need a witness? A scribe to write down the endless thoughts and hidden emotions we contain? And then a translator to hold them up to our face and say "here it is. here is what you think. here is what you are." That is what you make of me? Well I feel the weight of your words but you'll
I'm a woman in the land of hip-hopBetween this journey from birth to death do we need a witness? A scribe to write down the endless thoughts and hidden emotions we contain? And then a translator to hold them up to our face and say "here it is. here is what you think. here is what you are." That is what you make of me? Well I feel the weight of your words but you'll
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat
and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house