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Albums:

Afro-Peruvian Classics: The Soul of Black Peru (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bobby Peru (Luna) · The Rough Guide to Afro Peru (Hutchinson, Hutch) · In Peru Fliegt'ne Kuh [Premium Single] (Jörg & Dragan) · In Peru Fliegt 'Ne Kuh (Jörg & Dragan) · World Network, Vol. 44: Peru (Susana Baca) · From Mountains to the Sea: Music of Peru -The 60's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs of Good Cheer! (Victorian Singers) · Holiday Cheer [Medalist] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Christmas Cheer (Connie Francis) – and 44 other albums »


from aloft
"Two points on our lee bow and about three miles off."
Then it's call up all hands, and be of good cheer;
Put your tubs in your boats, boys,
bill?

Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Till his pappy found
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
the sixty-nine
And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see I'm not standing on Gomer
I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons
Not
to the factory
And picked it up, it's cheaper that way
Ugh!, what model is it?

Well, It's a '49, '50, '51, '52, '53, '54, '55, '56
'57, '58' 59' automobile
It's
to the factory
And picked it up, it's cheaper that way
Ugh!, what model is it?

Well, It's a '49, '50, '51, '52, '53, '54, '55, '56
'57, '58' 59' automobile
It's
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
Master Jay
Hollis Crew here to stay, AUGGHH!
Afros, 40 Ounce Crew in effect, word up
Bout to break ya neck with another groove
Kick it D

[D.M.C.]
of Houston
Lonely as I am, together we ride

[Happy P]
These motherfuckers be hating on me, and they hating on us
Cause our city's moving up, it's over what
gorilla stitch 
40 years go by man still snitch 
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch 
No hammers that night Goddamn man 
It was amateur night I played
of Houston
Lonely as I am, together we ride

[Happy P]
These motherfuckers be hating on me, and they hating on us
Cause our city's moving up, it's over what
this my Ghetto Symphony

Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's
gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man

Oh you gotta love it, you gotta love it cheer
I know
the tears
Everybody knows our name like we was the cast from "Cheers"
So here's to the good times, tonight is mighty special
So fasten your seatbelts, cause
to follow
Rip up mics when it's time to throw down
Make mc's say: "I don't even wanna go now"
All I need is a mic and a hype groove
Two dancers and my dj mike
I'm wishin' I'm the owner
Coming every night with a fistful of cheers
Come in by yo self, it's Kali you leavin' with
Know you got band, know you got
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
your seat, cheers up if you want more again
The happiest days of my life been taken from me
Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up
I don't think
height for the barn when the spot light swivel hard right over the farm. Post up. 3 cheers for the gimp sprint, thank you. Limp to the door, splint what he
your flow ain't goin by me
He's a sufferin' succotash, throw him in the trash
Show him you the man that'll boom bash

I hold MC's up like money it
drink wit us
Makin' funky music is a must
(We're not done!)
(We're not done!)

First of all, my rhymes be hurtin' y'all
Try to step up, you be
you get all hype and long-winded
But that ain't it, it's the rhymes that are commended
By the crowd as they start to cheer
With the Cisco, the blunts,
enemies!
Sworn enemies!
(Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on,  pick your gun up
Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga
Real cats)

[Chorus: kung fu sample
it too, motherf***er

[Referee]
Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds
up
By hookin' me up with witches
Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid
Cause I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40 yards
So I roll with bodyguards
I swear