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Albums:

Red Clay/Straight Life/First Light (Freddie Hubbard) · Keys of Life (Terrell L. Taylor) · Keys to Life (Ben Tankard) · Human Clay (Creed) · Cole, Clay's Bin of Golden Oldies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Concrete and Clay (Unit 4+2) · Human Clay (Creed) · 11 Live: Jars of Clay in Concert [Video/DVD] (Jars of Clay) · Red Clay (Freddie Hubbard) · Classic Albums Series: Jars of Clay/Much Afraid (Jars of Clay) – and 90 other albums »


a remote for my bidet

(Adrock)
A-d-are-o-see-k
I use the microphone like Picasso used clay
Down with freckles from around the way
Peace to Bambata and Jazzy
keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

[Chorus - 2X]
Race against time, I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too hot
favorite DJ 
He's playing our favorite songs
Summer nights
This is the rhythm of my life
You feel the music 
The magic of the night
Two bodies dancing
Golem II: the self-perfecting
Lie-rejecting
Human mind correcting

Totem of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night,
Hole hearted (x2)

This heart of stone is where I hide
These feet of clay kep warm inside
Day by day less satisfied
Not fade away before I die
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please

I'm the life of da party
It don't take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch
DJ Premier]
Word up
Aiyyo Rome' (yo)
Yo life ain't what it's cracked up to be these days, why'knahmean?
[Rome]
Word! Knahmsayin?
Life hard out
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and the documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the dj that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the dj that can
we are def
But here's some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip the wheels J, ("hit it")

*beat changes to Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock's "It Takes Two
of the brightest
My life is as tright as your favorite rap record
And I'm possed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
From the last letter back
There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do

Hole hearted [Repeat: x2]

This
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die

Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
[Repeat: x 2]

[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key
[Repeat: x2]

[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key
cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please

[Too Short]
I'm the life of the party
they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
          Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
          Bitches know
they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
occurred on the 20th day of May
And caused two little children to be sleepin' beneath the clay
These two little kids walked side by side along the state
Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
[Rakim]
One two

Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian
die
Let’s go all out

We gotta live it up (up up up up)
Champagne in my cup (cup cup cup cup)
DJ turn it up (up up up up)
Bring me back 2 life
Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100,
Softly mould me into clay
And lock me in with no telephone
And laugh and throw the keys away
On my beleeka doodle day

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