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Work It Out

Beyoncé

Austin Powers in Goldmember [Soundtrack]

2002

gotta work it out

Child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
Child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
 
So

Work It Out

Beyoncé

Dangerously in Love [Import Bonus Tracks]

2003

gotta work it out

Child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
Child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
 
So

and put the rest aside
Now I use my tests to make em testify
Bugged by the hate but my love be the pesticide
Dry your eyes, see the sky, every cloud has

they've added up to nothing
But then I still my mind
At the fading of the daylight
And I see you smile and hear you sing

Come here child
Lay your head down

and clapping all alone by myself
See it as madness, I don't care
My matter, shall be the next chapter
It can only take time
Life is all about the time
I know is

I took one look at you
And it was plain to see you were my destiny
With you I'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life i'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate

crown
So I tell her get down (Gbo le)
Go low (Lo le)
Like take my number baby, go and write it down (Ko le)
She's Destiny's child when you know the eyes

guard.
16. My times and seasons are ordained and redefined by Heaven's agenda. I refuse to base the progress of my life on the timelines set by men. I

following following destiny
Imma child a God but don't go testing me

I heard it way too many times
How you gone seperate my God and my grind
I'm in a crazy

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

matter that this waste of time
Is what makes a life for you? hmmmmm?

I must plummet boldly
Forward
To my ultra-avant
Laminated,
Simulated
Replica-mahogany

for your death.
So keep your self open. I come and puke.
So looking like you're smoken, rocks, while I'm broken.
You're broken and choken. Ha, you're

Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head up II)

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

God

Scarface

Deeply Rooted [Only @ Best Buy]

2015

so you can all see a sign
And answer every pray one at a time
If I'm God huh
All the stabbings all the war would come to cease
My whole entire hood

Heartaches from hard decisions
Now listen yo destiny is like cards
First let it come from yo heart
You're my blessed charm, clover
Until it's over I'm fighting

now
Heaven knows oh how I am lost in you
This was meant to be

My destiny
Has been touched by your heart
My destiny
Never tear us apart
Love is a mirror

won't forgive that shit)
After that you got off my favorite list
(Now I'm shinning like sum that be on rapper's wrists)
They say I'm that child
Momma said

style
The creators of our destiny a destiny’s child
Might be safe to say the government upset with me now.
I’m just doing what they wrote what they forgot

and lives destroyed
This life is nothing but a blur
But nothing less than a blessing in disguise from beyond the skies
But like many, I am deceived by my own

Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy

Bing Crosby

Coolest Christmas

1994

man
To give all the love that he can

I pray my wish will come true (little baby pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
For my child and your child too (I stood beside

Life

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

to teach you that the streets is the devil
Everybody's dishonest, different
Which means that we're dying by livin'
Oblivious to the time that we're given

Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened

choke
No destiny child like Buju Banton
Man a rude boy you know I stand firm
And I run my race I got the baton
I'm the only child but I'm the bad one

This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo

Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new