Favorite lyrics, possibly of the song you're listening to right now

[Beefy]

I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make it a better place
With my own two hands
Make it a kinder place
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands


I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

Im gonna make it a brighter place
Im gonna make it a safer place
Im gonna help the human race
With my own
With my own two hands

I can hold you
With my own two hands
I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you got to use
Use your own two hands
Use your own
Use your own two hands

With our own
With our own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

[BRUTALITOPS]

another stupid thread where no one actually reads what everyone's posted but thinks everyone is reading their own thing.

[BRUTALITOPS]

oh yeah:

"Don't tell me that i am free
Cause i have not been well
Lately"

silver mt zion - blown out joy from heavens mercied hole.

[evince]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvI7h6pqBhA

Best version of it. I can play and sing it on guitar.

Maybe I release it as the next "Best song of the new millenium".

Thanks! That was even a good video. I liked how they walked arround in line arround the organ and drums to highlight the music.

That song still gives me chills.

[cawacko]

Brand Nubian keeping it real. FUCK white people!


"Won't be satisfied until the devils-I see them all
dead. . . . my brother is sending me more guns from down South. . . .
pale face. . . . it's all about brothers rising up, wising up, sizing
up our situation. . . . you be fucking with my turf when you be
fucking with my race; now face your maker and take your last breath;
the time is half-past death. . . . it's the Armageddon. . . . go into
the garage; find that old camouflage. . . . cracker-shooting
nightly"; --"What the Fuck"; Brand Nubian, Everything Is Everything,
1994, Elektra Entertainment, Warner Communications, Time Warner, USA.

[Damocles]

House of the Rising Sun... Wow, H2O. You have better taste than I thought!

[Battleborne]

Sing along... www.brownielocks.com/Year2525.html

[Epicurus]

Artist: DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy
Song: Brown Paper Bag

Just got a hundered of that brown paper bag money
you niggas really wanna talk money?
shit real thats all i could tell em
just rap em up good so the dogs can't smell em cmon

thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights
though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
they use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm n hammer
in the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
hard on em pimp yeah i work the task
and when they came in we unpacked em all
broke em all down and unrapped em all
just two words nigga duffelbags i just know it so well
i cant help but brag, gold mouth 10 mail man got 3
and just yo luck the rap game got me hold up

the game is mine im so far in im speakin with an axcent
jus cartwin, cant even relax in my room,
that brown paper bag money push my matress threw the roof
this for my niggas getitn brown paper bag money
this for my strippers gettin black plastic bag money
we talkin that bad money, that i.r.s can't tax money ya dig me

jus pulled over in my cm5
big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
got 20 in the trunk u can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump imma let these slide
we the best

stackin numbers that alarm and race
white house still hoover ricki ross a day
im that bin ladin boi ill bomb the state
i aint come to stay i gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, i aint wanna brag
u dont kno the feelin wen the villain peelin in the jag
jus starin at the ceilin 10 women that u had
i was at the center now i see u feelin jus a fact ima boss

lamborghini dark tint
philly blunt cigar scent
im by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
t streetz my brotha
fefe's my brotha
and we stay on point like a fuckin box cutter
u heard wat i said muthfucka did i studder
wit my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle im out

yall niggas want coka music
the costra nostra flow show u how to do this
pen it so easy, a caveman can do it
nigga we simply the best dont confuse it
i confuse it, critics b hatin
best album yet but give me the same ratin
im waitin top of rap rushmore
unsure anythings possible

[FUCK THE POLICE]

House of the Rising Sun... Wow, H2O. You have better taste than I thought!

WTF did you think I listened to.

[Cypress]

Artist: DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy
Song: Brown Paper Bag

Just got a hundered of that brown paper bag money
you niggas really wanna talk money?
shit real thats all i could tell em
just rap em up good so the dogs can't smell em cmon

thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights
though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
they use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm n hammer
in the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
hard on em pimp yeah i work the task
and when they came in we unpacked em all
broke em all down and unrapped em all
just two words nigga duffelbags i just know it so well
i cant help but brag, gold mouth 10 mail man got 3
and just yo luck the rap game got me hold up

the game is mine im so far in im speakin with an axcent
jus cartwin, cant even relax in my room,
that brown paper bag money push my matress threw the roof
this for my niggas getitn brown paper bag money
this for my strippers gettin black plastic bag money
we talkin that bad money, that i.r.s can't tax money ya dig me

jus pulled over in my cm5
big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
got 20 in the trunk u can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump imma let these slide
we the best

stackin numbers that alarm and race
white house still hoover ricki ross a day
im that bin ladin boi ill bomb the state
i aint come to stay i gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, i aint wanna brag
u dont kno the feelin wen the villain peelin in the jag
jus starin at the ceilin 10 women that u had
i was at the center now i see u feelin jus a fact ima boss

lamborghini dark tint
philly blunt cigar scent
im by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
t streetz my brotha
fefe's my brotha
and we stay on point like a fuckin box cutter
u heard wat i said muthfucka did i studder
wit my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle im out

yall niggas want coka music
the costra nostra flow show u how to do this
pen it so easy, a caveman can do it
nigga we simply the best dont confuse it
i confuse it, critics b hatin
best album yet but give me the same ratin
im waitin top of rap rushmore
unsure anythings possible

This thread's gone downhill

[Battleborne]

Reminds me of Beefy and Damo chasing the elusive butterfly Darla...

http://www.lyricsdownload.com/donova...an-lyrics.html

[Damocles]

LOL. Ahhh... The lovely Darla...

[LadyT]

Artist: DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy et al


We're Taking Over

"......I love brain.....I need a leech"

[OrnotBitwise]

You can dream the American Dream
But you sleep with the lights on
And wake up with a scream
You can hope against hope
That nothing will change
Grab a hold of that fistful of rain

Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of rain

When your grasp has exceeded your reach
And you put all your faith
In a figure of speech
You've heard all the answers
But the questions remain
Grab a hold of that fistful of rain

Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold
Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
fistful of rain

Warren Zevon, Fistful of Rain

[OrnotBitwise]

I was born in a beauty salon
My father was a dresser of hair
My mother was a girl you could call on
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain

I've looked behind all of the faces
That smile you down to you knees
And the lips that say, Come on, taste us
And when you try to they make you say Please

When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...

Here come's your bride with her veil on
Approach her, you wretch, if you dare
Approach her, you ape with your tail on
Once you have her she'll always be there

Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...

So I work in that same beauty salon
I'm chained to the old masquerade
The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone
I follow my father's trade

I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain


Leonard Cohen (most famously performed with Bob Dylan)