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Albums:

Arcade Fire [EP] (Arcade Fire) · Nu Brazil: Fresh Sounds from Today's Brazil (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fire and Blood: Hell on Earth, Pt. 2/Blood In Brazil [Video/DVD] (Manowar) · Nightlife [Arcade] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Love Arcade (Love Arcade) · Arcade Rock (Karate High School) · No Stress [Arcade] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Reggae Reggae [Arcade] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Glass Arcade (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Very Best of John Lee Hooker [Arcade] (John Lee Hooker) – and 90 other albums »


Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade

The newsboy
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My stamina can take it
Gymnastics
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound

I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Jump
Jump

Get into the vibe
Slam in a megadrive
Arcade, the fire denied
I pulled my flick knives
Sent into kingdom come
Alley-cat got your
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
my gillicutti, like I told you
Don't touch me
Whats up wit it
I stay noided, stimulation overload account for it
Desensitized by the mass amounts
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
Sweet Joy
Butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil,
Tornadoes in Texas.
Hold my hand, walking two by two,
Noah forgot us.
Protect us.

If you were
mya-self Via-ce Prez, I'll belt 
Rappers that lie to get by and get fried and left by their self scientists 
Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire
playing with fire too long, you're bound to get burned
This ain't a small thing I'm addressing
It's a big thing, take it from the daddy as a lesson

Shame,
the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore

Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score


Sandy, the aurora is risin'
Spark plug baby, Got hearts of fire
Dire Straights acquire the taste for time bombs
King diesel I'm like the pipe bomb
Blowing off your right arm,
on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form
Get it!
Haha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Ya'll already know the business, nigga, haha

Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets on fire
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
junior high with a be	 plus grade, 
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade, 
I walk from school to my moms apartment, 
I got to tell the sucaks