Lyrics:
(war)
Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty
How rich is the world for one who makes you for us to show
Beauty must have power over man, war
After the end of the war I want to devote myself
To my thoughts for five to ten years and to writing them down
War has caused unrest among the younger generation
Induction then destruction, who wants to die?
We are on the Via Dolorosa the way of
The Cross having just left the Praetorium
Where Pilate said to Christ I washed
My hands off the matter
And turned him over to the people and told
Them to do what they would with him
There's no traffic here the
Streets's very narrow
Little children playing along the street the
Street's about ten feet wide
You see the third station of the Cross
Where Christ almost fell under the
Weight of the Cross
He's kneeling and the fourth station
Of the Cross over there
Over forty or fifty feet
Farther toward Calvary
Where His mother came up to Him
And said my Son what's happened
And she sees Him kneeling under the
Heavy weight of the Cross too
Continuing on now toward Calvary from the
Fourth station of the Cross
We left the Praetorium where
Christ was sentenced
And where he was turned over
To the Jewish people and they were
Offered Barabbas and they said
No give us Christ we'll crucify him
Following along the stations of the
Cross passing station No 5
And they say at this point that Simon
A Cyrenean coming out of the country
On him they laid the Cross they
Made him bear it for Jesus
And they continued on the way of
The Cross as we are now
Leaving place No 5 toward Calvary it's
A long long way from here
You can see standing here between station
No 5 and No 6 two hundred yards at least up
The steps toward Calvary's hill
All along it's a very narrow street
Ten or twelve feet wide
Shops on each side little children
Playing old men and women
Carrying their bread dressed in
Their long robes
Just as they did two thousand years ago
The music here in the background
Is a radio playing (is that an Arab station)
Still continuing up the way of
The Cross toward Calvary
The voices you hear in the background are
Pilgrims from all over the world
All along the Via Dolorosa
Here there are beggars
(I suppose mostly Arab beggars)
Passing station No 10 continuing
On to Calvary they are all along the way
They say that they are all blind
They say that the reason there
Are so many blind along
This part of the country is
Because of the dust
Everywhere the wind is blowing and
The dust is flying
And of course there are germs in
The dust that diseases their eyes
And the dust it'self puts them out
On the way to Calvary we pass
Another beggar sitting along the way
All kinds of shops pilgrims continuing on
The same way we're going
Now closer to Calvary the
Way really gets crowded
It's still the same very
Narrow street though
Mic check Ali the mic don't sound right
Even the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot
(Ali get it right)
Even the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh
Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly
I write till I ignite my cerebellum
Close to the pen like I had 3 felons
Come from a city where niggas show no remorse
And a corpse is just another
Hommy taking it's course
Of course my dream was to
Play in the Final Four
Till the twelfth grade came and
I was only 5'4
So now I'm a graduate looking to get hired
My pops knew a security job he inquired
But ignorance is bliss
That's what I was told i stopped
Dropped and rolled when somebody yelled fired
Now there goes another black boy unemployed
With a lot of free time which means he's
Vulnerable to run into a lot of crime
I wrote it in my rhymes
And when I left the porch
This is what I realized
Even the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot
(yeah, yeah, yeah, wassup?)
(war)
Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty
How rich is the world for one who makes you for us to show
Beauty must have power over man, war
After the end of the war I want to devote myself
To my thoughts for five to ten years and to writing them down
War has caused unrest among the younger generation
Induction then destruction, who wants to die?
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash.
Took a blast, out of her coke bag.
Snorted it, started screaming yo we almost crashed!
I thought I'd seen you round before
Then you came knocking on my door
You were only 16 years
And yet you took away all of my fears
I held your hand and then I knew
I was the one and only one for you
We were married at 21
Expecting any day our first born son
Yeah yeah yeah
And that sugar and spice
Everything was so nice
Now it's all come undone
Has it's course just been run
We bought a flat in Golders Green
A second hand fridge and a washing machine
You found a job in Marks and Spencers
Filling shelves sure it was pretty senseless
But every day at a half past five
I'd be waiting at the station for you to arrive
I'd take your hand and walk you home
And if it rained we'd shelter in the Hippodrome
Yeah yeah yeah
And that sugar and spice
Everything was so nice
Now it's just not the same
It's bitterness and pain
Oh it's over my head
And far too much has been said
Tell me what has become
You were my number one
Oooooh
That sugar and spice
Everything nice
Or just castles of sand
And very thin ice
I thought I'd seen you round before
Then you came knocking on my door
You were only 16 years
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm surfin')
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I told her come switch this shit up, no cap, no cap, whoa (yeah)
Young SEX
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is it true they can't prevail?
Somebody's wife fucking a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character
Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips
Givin' head like she knew me for years
Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs
Millions she would get if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me
Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear
Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin'
Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin'
P-11's, ACP shells for blastin'
Caught him with his Spanish maid
He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs
She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence
His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children
Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"
I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland
Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight
The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
Now we're back to where we meet a-gain
Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, night air blow her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to death
Buddha radio peep it
[Timbaland]
What
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Ha ha, de de, de de, day
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Got da, ha ha, he he, hay
I got more women that Willy Wonka got choco-late
My pocket gets fatter than Jacob on twenty Ladders
All that matters is my rhyme style gets fatter
As the, jam, goes
Three years I waited, my rhyme style got constipated
It finally came in, F'd around and got debated
Glad I made it, out of the ghetto
My rhyme style is heavy, it comes out smooth, and kind of subtle
Whaaat??
Yeah, follow me, uh
Picture Kendrick, one of the greatest emcees
Roamin' the coast like cellphones
On airplane mode
I been at bat for so many years
Now I'm out swingin' like open marriages
Carry this terrorist flow
Say that I'm arrogant stop playin'
Thinkin' back to rhymin' over computer mics
Knew I was tight the moment
The speakers had broke
I dipped and dabbled in chronic
But never knew I was dope
You see, my uncles is killers
But never knew I could smoke
A rapper like a 357, do worse enemies
Was God-given, but now I'm God
Hate to intervene i sick a lyric on you
Like K-9's from the police
Let it rip through your briefs
Till it bite through your culo
I'm Cujo (you) sumo actor (me) sumo rapper
Heavy in the game, follow my name, K-Dizzle
A twenty-two-year-old dream, got now
Like a person place or thing
Hands down like 6: 30
You heard me?
Then suddenly we laughed and laughed
Caught on to what was happening
That Christmas magic's brought this tale to a very happy ending
Merry Christmas, honey
(Merry Christmas baby)
Here it comes
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Couldn't miss this one this year
Cool
Ho ho ho
She's only a girl
With a voice peculiar
And eyes a strange hue
She's born to wilful
Tried to help her some
But she's impervious to change
She dresses in black tar
All of the time
Wears an old green shoe
Some sore of uglification thing
That she's into
She's a hundred and ten
Maybe five foot five
She don't eat meat
But she'll eat you alive
She's only a girl
But she's big time
She's only a girl
That I'll tell you about
At least all that I know
She's from South Carolina
She came out here a few years ago
She waits on tables
And she works in a bank
Volunteers at the zoo
She sure ain't lazy
She's very young
That's why I called you
She's only a girl
Well now men you seen her
What'd you think
Awh haw
Yeah
I thought you'd say that
No
Go ahead
Of course I know
No you're wrong there
Now listen
Love is blind
And just as well
Now look mister
Can't you tell
She's only a girl
And she loves me
Why would someone
As beautiful as she
Love someone
Old like me
Maybe it's the money
Jes I never thought of that
Believe it or not
What a horrible thought
God damn
Askin' or predictin'
The quad squad will roll
(And continue to kick it wicked)
Wicked doubts about the en-v
It's envy if you ask me
Trying to down Dawn, Maxine, Terry or Cindy
Black, beautiful, intelligent
Well structured and strong
It's gonna be along for ever hold on
repeat chorus
(It ain't over)
So, continuing my flow
Goin' back about two years ago
Lip-synching was the way to go, though
a face to a voice, a voice to a face
All the real talent was just going to waste
The word was out
A talent-search was on
Auditioned with ambition
A vision
En Vogue was born
To sing, the essential ingredients mended
Four individuals perfectly blended
Strong mind, positive, attitude is a must
Group trust
Eliminated the outside rush
Using lies as alibis to get to us it's strange
Negative attenion you gain in the world while you entertain
Stuck up - of course not
Just the knives in our back
Those coming from behind on a publicity attack
Not easy duplicating the four
There's a lot more in store
Until the fat lady roars
repeat chorus
People wonder if we're rich
I'll tell you this
More money now than before the music hit
And our hair, of course it's real
We just jazz it up a bit for the sex appeal
And no we don't lip-synch
It's all from the heart
2 Tuff-Enuff Productions put us on the charts
A few answers I thought I should give
For the minds who enquire how the En Vogue lives
Born to sing, and we proved it
A gift from the man above
Peace to our fans, and to competitors
One love
Sorry, not in it for the competition status-quo
Our only perspective is to grow
And to blow, ya know
In house, in reggae, in rock, En Vogue
Stylin' profilin' sippin' coke with a smile
2 Tuff funk it, pump it, hip-hop jump it
Now En Vogue's comin' versatile
(Shoo wop shoo wop)
repeat chorus
(It ain't over)
(Got a long way to go)
repeat chorus until fade-out
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not congratulations on finally landing some poor worm, Yes I got married, of course I wasn't the urge to cojoin that faithful weekend, lots of girls got married that weekend
God all mighty, Olivia Newton John got married, Sally Field got married, Jamie-Lee Curtis got married, it was like last call at a singles bar.
(war)
Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty
How rich is the world for one who makes you for us to show
Beauty must have power over man, war
After the end of the war I want to devote myself
To my thoughts for five to ten years and to writing them down
War has caused unrest among the younger generation
Induction then destruction, who wants to die?
(alright, okay)
(16 Hoes) Break brenzell with Phenzell
(Catch that trick) then *chirp* me on my Nextel
Bitch I could care less (if you meant well)
Get ya ass back on the track (and slang that tail)
(16 Hoes) And we a cute little family
My hoes love me (and they can't stand me)
Chubby wads of cash (my hoes hand me)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 plus 8 is
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Bun B]
I take 7 dumb bitches and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more hoes that jock niggaz that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got doe on they mind
And that's 21 hoes broke at the same time
That ain't (16 Hoes), you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here is she ain't a real live hoe
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And fuck a couple hoes, I need a fo'-five (?)
There's a training course
boys and girls of real ambition
start a new job in a factory
where they're making ammunition
but it makes them think of stealing
when they read between the lines
through the owners of this funfair
you won't find a ride you like
just get-a-job, get-a-job
manufacture rubbish
although no one can afford it
you could make a profit
more than anyone deserves
so you find you're left with poison
so you dump it in our water
and so create the kind of problems
only radiation cures
through get-a-job, get-a-job
oh you young people are revolting
8 to 5 should give the jolt needed
in a few years you won't feel quite the same
you'll be playing their get-a-job games
there's a training camp when
you come from from saving nations
get a new job and a new leg
social rehabilitation
every time you thing of leaving
you get caught between the lines
it's the training for the funfair
you get taken for a ride
you!
We both know static prevails.
Take a seat at your request.
Five years I'm still there.
The longest time away, my friend.
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why?
I can't tell
I got up, then I waved, then I fell
I recall, you were all there with me
Overjoyed and at peace
First time around
Second took so long
Third time's a charm
Circle of fourths
Five days to rehearse
Six to make it work
Seven notes in a scale
Eight in some countries
Nine in fancy keys
Ten years we've been friends
Eleven seconds to hell
Of course twelve major chords
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why?
No, this time it was me
Sunburn in the third degree
Now the calendar's just one page
And, of course, I am excited
Tonight's the night, but I've set my mind
Not to do too much about it
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Hardly dashing through the snow
'Cause I bundled up too tight
Last minute have-to-do's
A few cards, a few calls
Because it's R-S-V-P
No thanks, no party lights
It's Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turned down all of my invites
Last fall I had a night to myself
Same guy called, Halloween party
Waited all night for him to show
This time his car wouldn't go
Forget it, it's cold, it's getting late
Trudge on home to celebrate
In a quiet way, unwind
Doing Christmas right this time
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
But I think I'll miss this one this year
Tesco has provided me
With the world's smallest turkey
Already in the oven, nice and hot
Oh, damn, guess what I forgot?
There's a training course where
Boys and girls of real ambition
Start a new job in a factory
Where they're making ammunition
But it makes them think of stealing
When they read between the lines
Through the owners of this funfair
You won't find a ride you like
Just get-a-job, get-a-job
Manufacture rubbish
Although no one can afford it
You could make a profit
More than anyone deserves
So you find you're left with poison
So you dump it in our water
And so create the kind of problems
Only radiation cures
Through get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
Oh you young people are revolting
Eight To five should give the jolt needed
In a few years you won't feel quite the same
You'll be playing their get-a-job games
There's a training camp when
You come from from saving nations
Get a new job and a new leg
Social rehabilitation
Every time you thing of leaving
You get caught between the lines
It's the training for the funfair
You get taken for a ride
You, get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
Get-a-job, get-a-job
When you're five years old
And you walk downstairs
And catch your parents on the couch
Playin' some game
That looks like half-dressed mouth-to-mouth
Well it's a shock to your system
And your brain starts spinnin'
And you make yourself a pact
When I grow up
I ain't ever gonna do that
Chorus
Yes, you will
If your lucky you will know just how that feels
You step into a pair of shoes
That you swore you'd never fill
You say you won't
But Yes, you will
'Fore long you got
Your drivers liscence
And the world seems like it's yours
Except for the fact
That you've got to be home by ten of course
And that makes you mad so you throw a fit
And slam the door as you leave the house
You yell "when I have kids
I'm not gonna care
How late their out"
Repeat Chorus
Well you know how your grandma and grandpa
Are happy just sittin' 'round the house
Wearin' clothes that are out of date
Talkin' 'bout the old days
And draggin' photo albums out
And you sure do love them
But I mean come on now
You won't ever be that way
Repeat Chorus
Oh you can say you won't
But yes, you will
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