I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be t
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life I've got just me to be true to
And when I find that I don't know about
Just what to do
I turn and look within to see what I should do
Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip
A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit
So I ask creation
For rhymes for this jam
Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand
Love vibe
As the earth spins into brand new day
I see the light on the horizons's not fading away
Gonna shine from within like a bright white sun
No need to hide and no place to run
Got the vibrations of the music
Bringing light to your mind
So you can move and groove
And feel the beat of the time
Sense the power in the air as it starts to move
You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose
Contemplation time, intuition time
Evolution time, resolution time
Free your mind it's time for good times
And let yourself move it's a time to shine
Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside
Breaking fool with no need to hide
I got the music cuttin' throught me
Takin' control of my soul
I can't hold back I've got to let go
Stand together people come together now
It's about time we've got to get together y'all
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Finger Lickin' Good ( LYRICS)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Le
Finger Lickin' Good ( LYRICS)
So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many
Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You
Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build
You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's
His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing
Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been
Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm
Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New
Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In
The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My
Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day
I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet
Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It
Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put
The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound
At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't
Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man
Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand
'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of
Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's
Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat
Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear
It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of
Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme
Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The
Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking
'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And
Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen
Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift
Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time
To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya
Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's
So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks
I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff
"I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough
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House Of Pain - (LYRICS) Top O' The Morning To Ya
She won't come, just when you want it
House Of Pain - (LYRICS) Top O' The Morning To Ya
She won't come, just when you want it
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
Tryin' to talk sh*t, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No f**kin' around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
[Chorus]
(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya [2x]
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
Greetin's, salutations
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Put the gear in, now you're stearin'
Like Mario Antretti
So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked
Noise like a cricket
Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs
I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain
But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
So just say no, but I say go
Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
So if you're a ho, all my friends know
What you gotta say, let's hit the hay
And have no delay, and yo, by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
[Chorus]
Extra extra, read all about it
How could ya doubt it?
Now scream and shout it!
The House Of Pain soon will reign
Over the hip hop scene and like golden green
I rip sh*t and back flip like a Jedi
I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'
And how do I know that she's funk?
I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a
Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
So never ever try to play me out like a phony
Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil
And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya
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