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Dumb All Over

Frank Zappa

You Are What You Is

1981

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai

Az Úr: Egy, kettő, három, négy, öt, hat, hét! 
  
 Vocal: Dicsőség, dicsőség, a magasságban Istennek! (8x) 
  
 Az Úr: Be van fejezve a nagy mű.

The winners don't fold
The winners don't fold
The winners don't fold
The winners don't fold
Ayy, the kid he take on a lot
The kid know he what it cost to get

Lil Ricch
Many left our side, you know, you know

How the thin's gone go, you know, the cheap deals
I say, street don't fold, normally they realize

Careful What You Wish For

Eminem

Relapse [Deluxe] [Explicit]

2009

not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold

I said be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it

My vocals sound like Bladee
It's D9 everyday
No Inspiration in the day
They say I copy they just hate
Just took ya moms out for a date
I ate so much

All Eyez On Me
Rock solid I can't fold
Not a lil bit
Not a lil bit
Nah not a lil bit

The Liiight fell and I'm who it hit, lit
Shit getting serious i

names they might wanna take ya soul
Stalked jack like a giant snatching gold eggs with a bean pole
Big blue riding for his hood he know can't fold
Prince

shouldn't have hit it raw
See you from afar
I shouldn't approach you (Nah)
But real shooters shoot
So I'm being vocal (Yeah)
Vocal 'bout my vocals
When them

Yeah, knew that it was wrong, shouldn't have chose you
Always moving on my own, don't approach you
Way too busy putting vocals on the pro tools
Why

shouldn't have hit it raw
See you from afar
I shouldn't approach you (Nah)
But real shooters shoot
So I'm being vocal (Yeah)
Vocal 'bout my vocals
When them

to make fun of my lisp yeah yeah
Now my vocals sounding too damn crisp yeah yeah
I'm just talking my ish yeah yeah ou
Let me talk my ish yeah yeah ou
Mind

I can't really sing all these vocals autotune
I can't really sing all these vocals autotune
I can't really sing all these vocals autotune
I can't

vernacular creates the threshold for thought
See me trying to promote Orwell
Don't think of it as folklore
Think of it as a bold aura resonated through vocal

or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal

and don't need help
If I had to be vocal about my feelings then I'm in debt
If I'm feeding my own mind with thoughts, who's the ref
It gets dark in here, yeah

Why I gotta be social
They want me to be vocal
They don't get the notion
Nigga I ain't going for it
She at my disposal neck game is atrocious (Yeah

the vocals you know what I mean
Watch the tone
Feel so good to be clever
I bring weight of the weather
Who going fold from the pressure
Aquafina she wetter
Who

I can't curl up and fold time
So I bide mine and spare yours
Until our lines overlap

Hurry up
Hurry up and wait
Hurry up
Hurry up and wait
Hurry up

and the song's a dirge
For all signs are tuned to point to strange
You're old school but you'll fold soon
But the babies are fine
But the babies are fine

I love

I'm addicted
And when I'm by your side I feel lifted
Yeah you always told me my vocals was gifted
And if I could go back I would switch it
Thought you

the kitchen
All he want is money and a whole lot of women
Sixty million cash, broads ass-naked swimmin
Been in the win to the end since the beginnin
2000 fold

Sixty million cash, broads ass naked swimmin
Been in the win to the end since the beginnin
2000 fold back chronic cigarettes
Sittin on linen
And I'm

Imagine That

LL Cool J

G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time

2000

I just want you to fantasize with imagination
Know what I'm saying, uh yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah I like that
Give me some more, some more of my vocals