Search results for 'rule of grammar'

I don't know, I just let the ideas flow
I leave you to decide if I observe quality control
And if I abide by the rules of grammar, or hide red lines
Dirt poor, pre workout I'm snorting C4, yeah, red lines
Hahaha, do you get it
Cocaine on her black skin made a stripe like Zebra
I call that "Girl I need ya"
That old dime, the game of beats and rhymes
She makes me numb, I come with her simultaneously into the times
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I make it come with me and get some
Get some, get some
Yeah, you can get all the smoke
Cuz I write the words to eulogies exactly when I toke, bitch
Ashes in the bowl all day
Your ashes bitch

Turning sand into the dust, comparing with myself
I'm built to think about matter, and you're my biggest wealth
It's such a shame to be addicted, but what I might to do?
I'm breaking rules of grammar, to convey my thought 'bout you

I write all my songs about you
I pray to see dreams about you
I always talk with my friends about you
Cause I can only think about you
I can't concentrate without you
Can't be myself without you
I'm not taught to live without you
There's can't be too much of you

I concentrate on present because otherwise
Get lost in my dreams that I cannot realise
Only my plague thus far I count my gain
That you that makes me sin awards me pain

I write all my songs about you
I pray to see dreams about you
I always talk with my friends about you
Cause I can only think about you
I can't concentrate without you
Can't be myself without you
I'm not taught to live without you
There's can't be too much of you
Too much of you, yeah

I slept through 9/11 perhaps I can sleep through this
alone on a bridge in darkness a couple will kiss 
the world and its weary worry goodbye to the end of days
as they are piling the bodies the leftovers up on the stage

so no more to your day dreams this is the new nightmare
rubashov debates raskolnikov waits outside on the stair
and while your doom and despair are amazing
I am more concerned with the phrasing
the coffee is on its three more hours until dawn
say goodbye to madame george

hope is the punishment history cannot forsake
if before I was sleeping now I am awake
and I no know rules of grammar but I can read the print thats fine
hope hangs by a rope history is on the vine

here is your blindfold and there is your wall
let us study the finish the detail no matter how small
the bells and the voices that I always knew were real
first ordered to stand then ordered to kneel

the date on the jar that never expires
the eye of the needle so narrow and all it requires
the can and the thread the cup and the spoon
I know how this goes I read darkness at noon

this is the march of history and the beat is double time
the news thats fit to print is ruled and lined
I see man and god and law collide but I recognize the crime
you can keep your hope history is mine

I slept through the election perhaps I can sleep through this
alone on a bridge in darkness a couple will kiss

Will we meet somewhere beyond Boulder
Or we will bivouac where
The nothingness is ovulating sweetly
Like Henry Miller's Sexus, I got you
cnd we will wonder and ponder
Yonder, where naught is my epigraph
cnd you are candid, and your are carousing
Moonlit, and snuff, I can't be defeated
I am breaking all the rules of grammar
cnd I have conveyed a mirror of plastic
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Sirens, and none of this is supposed to
Make sense since we are waiting for Godot
I will evaluate your heart soon as I levitate
In the Colorado sun and I remember The
Grampians in Victoria how wonderful are
They, psychedelic and crisp the sweat
That lingering bliss natural rhapsodies
cnd long is the path to San Francisco
Where the leaves of
Lost art is slumbering good
cnd young.

Then he took the cup and
Told them this his blood (Read it, read it)
If he's holding bread and wine
And use the word is (Look it up)
In that sentence please show me
Where is the metaphor
(I'll wait, I'll wait)
The only move you got is to re-define
(Only move)
What is means, to say it symbolizes
(That's it, oh) now you're changing words
Changing definitions (Okay)
I thought you were Sola Scriptura
Ain't that your position (Switchin')
Oh, that's right, you're modern man
(Ta ta da daa)
You reject the fathers and the
Rules of grammar then (That's right)
The enlightenment, sheesh, it finessed us all
(We cocky)
We are rejecting Matthew, Mark, Luke, John
And Paul wow!

Samprapte Sannihite Kale
At The Time Of Your Death

Nahi Nahi Rakshati Dukrunkarane
The Rules Of Grammar Will Not Save You

Mudha Jahihi Dhanagama Trishnam
O Fool! Give Up Your Greed To Amass Wealth

Kuru Sadbuddhim Manasi Vitrishnam
Have Truth And Dispassion In Your Mind

Yallabhase Nija Karmopatam
What Comes To You Through Your Own Work

Vittam Tena Vinodaya Chittam
Be Content With That Wealth

Yavad Vitto Paarjana Shaktah
As Long As A Man Is Capable Of Earning Wealth

Taavannija Parivaaro Raktah
Until Then His Family Stays Attached To Him

Paschat Jeevati Jarjara Dehe
But When His Body Becomes Old And Tattered

Vartam Kopi Na Prichchhati Gehe
No One At His Home Even Asks Him About His Well-Being

Ma Kuru Dhana Jana Yauvana Garvam
Do Not Take Pride In Wealth, Friends And Youth

Harati Nimeshat Kaalah Sarvam
Time Can Take Away Everything In An Instant

Maya Mayamidam Akhilam Hitva
Let Go Of The Illusion Of This World

Brahmapadam Tvam Pravisha Viditva
And Having Realised That, Enter The Realm Of Brahman

Sura Mandira Taru Moola Nivasah
One Who Lives At The Foot Of A Tree Near A Temple

Shayya Bhootalam Ajinam Vasah
Whose Bed Is The Ground, And Garment Is Deer-Skin

Sarva Parigraha Bhoga Tyagah
Who Has Renounced The Enjoyment Of All Worldly Possessions

Kasya Sukham Na Karoti Viragah
To Him, How Will Such Detachment Not Bring Happiness?

Guiding ink flows across pages
Pulling object agreement arrangements
Don't worry it makes sense any way it's taken
Irregardless interpretations breakin rules of grammar's basics
This takes bits and pieces of epic thought
Necks get caught like a Wu rapper swept a sword
Them dirty ninja type of spitters, yeah I rep the sort
Listen to Shaquan's shit, get hyped and prep a song
I'm on my grind, treat words like peppercorns, mash tracks
You could say the tater's what I'm steppin on, scratch that
Metaphornography, top the beat and fuck wit it
Get deep into it, my tongue freaks the music
It gets hot and heavy, recorded and played publicly
Exhibitionism is a form of luxury
I'm lyrically lovely, line leap leisurely
Track suited black booted troops move easily
Always making the freshest spit to bless the kids I'm burnin' this
Alternate your progressions and progress to the alternatives
I rhyme time zones, my mind roams timelines
I was on that next shit last time
Best in class, rap laureate the story gets better
Like the second half of stormy weather
When there's a break in the clouds the sky clears
Like ideas when you break'em down, let's try it right here
There's no mirror clearer than a self reflection
It makes minutes into minute perceptions
I'm presenting convected subjects
From an objective stance - the director's vantage point
Has its advantages
Joints get bandaged together when I damage them and
My standard gem shines intensely over the average emcee battlin'
Staggerin' flows will have ya staggerin', say that again
You'll get it twice the first time, alert your mind a bit
Rhynastic verbatics all kinds of flips
I promise it's automatic when jammin' wit a click
Cuz you're standin' in the midst of some magnificent shit
Always making the freshest spit to bless the kids I'm burnin' this
Alternate your progressions and progress to the alternatives
Scuffed kicks and crisp laces
Same outfit as the other day but I'll be ok, it's cool
I'm foolish at times but I'm only playin'
Rule: it happens to everybody, or so goes the sayin'
And I listen to my elders, spit a little iller
Roll the dutch vanilla when I kick wit the fellas
Not a misogynist bias, it's like-minded science
You do the knowledge like household appliance use daily
The government is drunk off giant violent juice
Judges and jurors aren't trying the truth, are they?

An Apple for the Teacher

Bing Crosby

Wonders of the Wartime: Bing Crosby

2014

You're sophisticated
I think I'm naive
Well, let's play the game that way
Yes, that's what I believe

An apple for the teacher
That seems the thing to do
Because I want a learn
About romance from you
An apple for the teacher
Just to show that I'm meek and mild
If you insist on saying
That I'm just a problem child
You're gonna get all my attention
And your wish will be my rule
And maybe you'll be good to me
Just keep me after school
An apple for the teacher
That's how I'd better start
Then after awhile you may give in
And let me bring my heart

An apple for the teacher
That seems the thing to do
Because I wanta to learn
About romance from you
An apple for the teacher
To show I'm meek and mild
If you insist on saying
That I'm just a problem child
You'll get all my attention
Your wish will be my rule
And maybe you'll be good to me
And keep me after school
An apple for the teacher
That's how I'd better start
Then after while you may give in
And let me bring my heart

An apple for the teacher
S'always gonna do the trick

Not if you didn't study
Your arithmetic

I got an apple for the teacher
Gonna make a great success

Well it won't, if you didn't memorise
The Gettysburg address

I got a little bit of glamour
And a charm that's cute and quaint

I may excuse your grammar
And believe you're what you ain't

I got an apple, big red apple for the teacher
That's how I'm fixin' to start

Then after awhile I may give in
And let you bring your heart

Then after awhile she may give in
And let you bring your heart

Thing 1
Thing 2
Thing 3
Thing 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Collapsin below the entrance of visible Aeden
But they got my back
Put me in a suit with
Mechanical legs
They put me up on a cliff edge
Push me off i gottah go all in
Thing 1
Thing 2
Thing 3
Thing 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Collapsin below the entrance of visible Aeden
But they got my back
Put me in a suit with
Mechanical legs
They put me up on a cliff edge
Push me off i gottah go all in

The name is Aeden
I got so many hated
So many dated
So many people i havent evaded
Invadin the bridges of trust
Theyre moldy theyre breakin
So many people ive cut off decapitated
Snake eyed people they judge
Jawbones jaded
Makin up things a hunch
Eyes dialated
The creation of poor stories of slush
Trickles through the grates
The great middle finger hushes
It causes cumbustions
While bridges crumble and crack
Bricks are stacked
Moss and old age but not a scratch
Well maybe a scratch
Scratch that theres probably none untouched
But most rebuilt with stone and rust
No dust
No doubt
The homies got me if i ever needed it
A shout
They got me aint no need for me repeatin it
Sprawled out
Tattered sew me up they put the needle in
Through out
Everything we'll still break bread at my house
Lemme know

Thing 1
Thing 2
Thing 3
Thing 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Collapsin below the entrance of visible Aeden
But they got my back
Put me in a suit with
Mechanical legs
They put me up on a cliff edge
Push me off i gottah go all in
Thing 1
Thing 2
Thing 3
Thing 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Collapsin below the entrance of visible Aeden
But they got my back
Put me in a suit with
Mechanical legs
They put me up on a cliff edge
Push me off i gottah go all in

No i care what i dont got
Goin all in give it a shot
Cause i got mah boy i dont gottah choice
To be givin a lie
Yuh ive been given a lot
Uh gunna take my shot
Cause around mah boys i dont gottah choice
But to take it alive yuh

One problem to me is like a shot in comptom
The night aint stoppin
Then i aint floppin
Got a few who proppin me up
Gunna go all night til setsun
Its more fun
Its funner when u aint got not rules like grammar
Grandma would be mad at my talk

Go

Yall been pickin up my slack
Pullin tight on my rope to keep me afloat
Not waitin for the change anymore
The crest of my brow is gunna be soaked
Hard work with yall two and alone
I need to get more grown
So im gunna stop waiting for it to come to my home
Im leavin my abode

Thing 1
Thing 2
Thing 3
Thing 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Collapsin below the entrance of visible Aeden
But they got my back
Put me in a suit with
Mechanical legs
They put me up on a cliff edge
Push me off i gottah go all in

[Verse]
Got my words all in a muddle see
They tumble out all wild and free
Making sense is such a mystery
But who cares we got history

[Verse 2]
Grammar rules they take a hike
Language twists like on a bike
Perfect speech not in my sight
Ride this wave into the night

[Chorus]
Bad English never sounded so right
Messy words dancing in moonlight
Let’s mix up our tongues take flight
Bad English taking over the night

[Verse 3]
Sentences tangled tight like vines
Funny phrases aged like wines
Let’s embrace these twisted lines
Catchy curves and awkward rhymes

[Chorus]
Bad English never sounded so right
Messy words dancing in moonlight
Let’s mix up our tongues take flight
Bad English taking over the night

[Bridge]
We break the rules and make 'em sing
Create a storm with everything
Our flawed words got their own zing
Perfect chaos joy they bring

Normal amount of suffering
Normal amount of suffering

In the past
We have bonded more emotionally
Inclinations towards
Theories of the mind

(I must console myself with the reflection
That the nature of the subject
Is evidently responsible for this
Rather than any preference of my own)

Might have inability to do things
As they are supposed to be done
Learning things that have a pattern
Language, grammar
Rules like orthography
Or logical sense like cacography
Physics for example
Visualize, understand, remember better

Free speech, gift giving
Cryptography
Orlando's autobiography

Free speech, gift giving
Muddy the water where the waves had shot her
(Muddy the water where the waves had fatally shot her)

Au revoir, dreamworld
Tell me, can't you see us perfectly curled
(Beneath)
How we desperately defy
Plugged under seemingly blue and open sky

Can't you see us perfectly curled
(Beneath)
Can't you see us perfectly curled

Protecting my sensitive senses
Protecting my sensitive senses

Normal amount of suffering
Normal amount of suffering

Staid and played
Left out in the shade
Look who has it made
High and low

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go
It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go

Blankets frayed
Tortures left unmade
Who will tend to spir 
Its waylaid 

You could stop
Roll out with who knows
Take us all with you
To the shows

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you  to go
It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go
 
The sign says
Stay away you ghouls
Because you love rules
In your shack

The Times says
We change grammar rules
Dropping commas as
Minds go slack and slack and slack

There are times
Simplest list of crimes
Simple list of rhymes
That will crack (Crack)

If you go
On a nighttime hike
You must make sure you
Take a nap sack

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go

It was easy for you
It was easy for you
It was easy for you to go

Moments like this
Moments I miss
Needed was a kiss
From
From
From

Science ka project
Hai rocket banana
Social Science mein
Toh pen koh book
Pe hai ragadna
Maths ke questions
Lagte hain kaise paheli
English grammar ki rules
Lagti hain bread ki जेली

Oh, homework ke jhanjhat
Mein phans gaye hum
Kabhi idhar se udhar
Bas bhatak rahe hum
Science, Social Science
Maths aur English ki yaari
2nd language ne bhi
Zindagi humari zhanda banadi

Science ki lab mein
Chemicals ka khel
Social Science ke maps
Lagta hai bhool-bhulaiya ka mel
Maths ka algebra
Numbers ke jungle mein
English ke essays
Chapte rehte notebook mein

Oh, homework ke jhanjhat
Mein phans gaye hum
Kabhi idhar se udhar
Bas bhatak rahe hum
Science, Social Science
Maths aur English ki yaari
2nd language ne bhi
Zindagi humari zhanda banadi

2nd language ke verb
Aur noun ne toda
Grammar aur vocab
Ne poora dimaag roda
Par school ka time aate hi
Sab bhool jaate hain
Doston ke sang mil
Phir se muskuraate hain

Oh, homework ke jhanjhat
Mein phans gaye hum
Kabhi idhar se udhar
Bas bhatak rahe hum
Science, Social Science
Maths aur English ki yaari
2nd language ne bhi
Zindagi humari zhanda banadi

Science ka project
Social Science ka map
Maths ka equation
English ka gap
Homework ke saath
Zindagi hai bloody
Phir bhi hum jeete
Kyunki dosti hai funny

Lying in my bed tonight
I can't seem to sleep
Like grammar rules of a language
The questions parade before me

Where did you go?
Who did you go with?
When did you leave?

We wake up and visit Vinny's Pizza
We say, hey, it's nice to meet ya
To the customers that come in
Vinny waves his rolling pin
In his hand, he's my friend
We visit with the people that work in the pizza shop
Until the end of the day
And they ask us to stay
But we gotta go to school
To learn how to read and spell
And learn some grammar rules
But afterwards, we visit Vinny's Pizza
Yeah, afterwards, we visit Vinny's Pizza
We say, hey, it's nice to meet ya
To the customers that come in
You can take my motorbike out for a spin
Downtown New York is the coolest place I've ever known
I'm really proud to call this place my home
We visit with the people that come into the store
Like the families and locals that choose to support
The cause of this pizza pie
And then we wave goodbye
And now it is night
We walk the wooded streets together
Under a light of moonlight I never
Look for the daytime in the night
It's a waste of beauty, honestly
So many wonderful sounds and sights
And I can say that confidently
She likes the moon
And she knows it too
I love the moon and all its light
And sometimes the sunshine feels so right
And as I fall asleep
I hear the train traveling through the mountains
From my bedroom, my mind dreams of Hawaii
Like when I visited in June
Like when I visited in June
And I look up at the moon
And I know you're looking up there too
And I know you're looking up there too
And I like to think you're looking up there too
Like to think you're looking up there too
And I like to think you're looking up there too

Late for School

Steve Martin

The Crow: New Songs for the Five-String Banjo [Deluxe Edition]

2009

If I'm late there's misery, 
I won't be up on history, 
I'll be in the English grammar slammer, 
And I got a C. 
Got a warning last semester, 
Told my mom and that depressed her, 
Promised dad I won't be late, so gotta accelerate, 
Let's go!

I've never been good at talking
Or saying what I mean
And I'm not sure how to tell you
Without me turning green
My words mean almost nothing
You'll find no answers in my name
And all my conversations
Start practically the same
My vocabulary is basic
Like a child starting school
But somehow I still manage
To break all of grammar's rules

But dear if you're the subject
Could we be the predicate?
Cause just like nouns and verbs
We work better as a set
Should I state it as a metaphor
Or use a simile?

I often go to visit parks, so that I can fill my box
Box filled with special rocks, shiny, grainy, large and small

So when I go to visit parks, I go looking for more rocks
My collections grown so large, keeping count is getting hard

I had every single kind, different rocks that I had mined
So I really was surprised, when you struck my easy eyes

I Can’t believe I found you in the city
Small and sweet and in the light you look so pretty
Think you’re neat, I’m so happy to meet you
My pebble from the street

I was walking home from school, learned about more grammar rules
Then I tripped and hit the ground, thought I’d cry or scream or shout

But I didn’t even frown, saw you there so sleek and round
Didn’t need to make a sound, it was love our souls were bound

The way the blue shines on your right, makes my heart grow big and bright
Never thought I’d find you here, between school and union square

I Can’t believe I found you in the city
Small and sweet and in the light you look so pretty
Think you’re neat, I’m so happy to meet you
My pebble from the street

Now I know that you’re the best, better much better than the rest
Can’t keep you in that same, box with the other rocks

In my pocket you will go, that way you will always know
How dear you are to me, my pebble from the street

Great adventures we will have, we will travel all the lands
Crossing streets and climbing trees, you are so beautiful to me

I Can’t believe I found you in the city
Small and sweet and in the light you look so pretty
Think you’re neat, I’m so happy to meet you
My pebble from the street

Decaying Images upon a screen
Inside of Memories of reveries
And musings or ideas sung into being

Depictions, signifiers of the thing
Always abstractions of the symbols
Or the attributes we're able to perceive

It's not our eyes that fool us
Our grammar seems to rule us
A tool to impose order
Become disordered

The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself

No physical resemblance
Or causal link suggestions
Symbols are arbitrary
Often contrary

The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign can't be the thing itself, oh I know

The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know

The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign can't be the thing itself, oh I know

The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know
The sign isn't the thing itself, oh I know

Connected

Eastwood

The Last Temptation

2002

The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

[Chorus]

Tell me again how that's working
Talking in the future perfect
Tell again how it's worth it
Living at a distance

Jump-cut to a flashback, total recall
War of the attrition, Venus and Mars
Post pre-cognition, we got it wrong
Love is not the past participle

Impatient with your punctuation
Trade question marks for exclamations
Grammar rules do you still break them
With the new object of your affectation

You're a hopeless Cassandra
With generalized panic
You get chiromantic
With every new hand that you damage
You can't even manage
To tell me if this will be feast or famine

You keep talking in the future perfect
Going on and on about what will have been by then
And when happens will it even be worth it?

Music
Sage Agastya was the great sage,
who lay down the grammar rules for the Tamil language.
He was a very short person.
Once he was trolling along the banks of the river Cauvery
on seeing him river Cauvery wonder
how a great sage like him could be so short and started laughing at him.

Music
Sage Agastya was the great sage,
who lay down the grammar rules for the Tamil language.
He was a very short person.
Once he was trolling along the banks of the river Cauvery
on seeing him river Cauvery wonder
how a great sage like him could be so short and started laughing at him.

KRS is the realest, KRS-One is fearless
I grew up in them days when
Crack was new to drug dealers
See them cats they be liars
We the New York survivors
Eighty-one to ninety-one
They was our record buyers
Now they front cause they got work
Tryin to redo all my work
'til we live and in concert
And I'm makin they eye hurt
Shinin so bright and so lively
Everybody know
Hip-hop was better in the nineties

However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better

It was better in the nineties
The solo was grimey
The Wu Tang Clan came in with the killer army
Grand Puba came in with Girbauds hangin low
Hilfiger Tommy niggas rockin Polo
40 ounce guzzlin, nickel bag coppin
Troopin through the block with
The boom box knockin
All we do is "Spark Mad Ism" non-stop and
When Hot 97 played the real hip-hop and
I remember 98, point 7 KISS FM
With Kool DJ Red Alert, mixin up the blends
Them mixtape deejays had the streets on lock
Like Demo and Ron G, my nigga Doo Wop
Before the radio station corrupted the nation
To rule the street
A&R's discoverin the sensations
KRS came with the peace declaration
Took it with the leaders
To the United Nations

However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better and better
However, I'm really fascinating to the letter
My english grammar gets better