i’m falling in love with your favourite song
i’m gonna sing it all night long
i’m gonna dance with somebody
dance with somebody
dance, dance, dance (x2)

i’m gonna dance with somebody

when you’re all alone
we become your home
where the music, where the music
when you love’s away, and you feel betrayed
we’re the music, sweet music

i’m falling in love with your favourite song
i’m gonna sing it all night long
i’m gonna dance with somebody
dance with somebody
dance, dance, dance (x2)

[Wale]
The color of my skin, content of my character,
Dream of a King’s been a nightmare for anyone
White with a badge or anyone
Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I’m running in,
Pardon me, y’all, the racists I run against,
The race war, when its us against all of them,
They subconsciously low talk us,
And probably all think as Kramer did still but won’t talk it,
And first off, I ain’t trying to be conscious,
Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you,
This dark content for those of dark complexion,
Who’s x-ed off, Rip, who gon’ listen to us?
Who gon’ speak for us? Who gon’ plead for us?
Who gon’ be the Head N.I.C. for us?
Who gon’ defend us from crooked police on us?
I’m just an insecure N.I.G. er…

Please listen to me, please listen to me,
Please listen to me, N.I.G. er…
Please listen to me, who gon’ listen to me?
Who gon’ listen to me, N.I.G. er…
Listen to me, who gon’ listen to me?
Who gon’ listen to me, N.I.G. er…
Who gon’ listen to me, who gon’ listen to me?
Who gon’ listen to me, N.I.G.

Hey,
And P say that I should stop saying nigga,
But if I did, what would be the difference?
I’d still be a nigga, he’d still be a nigga in his feelings,
I’d still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one,
There’d still be niggas out killing,
And still be white people still out to get us,
And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us,
And still be lazy and paranoid niggas,
I’m paramount, nigga, I am, and you can’t be mad,
Cuz I choose the word nigga, lemme air it out, nigga,
Nigga ain’t bad, see, niggas just had,
A clever idea to take something They said,
Into something we have, something we flipped
Into something with swag, nigga, don’t be mad,
Bitches ain’t shit, but women ain’t bitches,
See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches,
And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive,
When niggas say bitch, all of the sudden, they offended,
And niggas say nigga to a nigga,
A nigga write nigga in a lyric, expect the white boy to omit it,
The white boy spit it like he spit it,
Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain’t niggas,
And say nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it,
And non-nigga friends got it with him,
Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living,
Until a black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit,
He thinks Aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little,
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Nigga, nigga, nigga, every single day,
And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay,
And he’s the only nigga in this particular grade,
And it begins to phase him more each day,
The things they say went a little too far,
He couldn’t tell the difference between an a or er,
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face,
There’s nothing he can do, he let it get away,
It came to the point he couldn’t look ‘em in the face,
The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful,
Yeah, and make sure everything you say,
Can’t be held against you in any kind of way,
And any connotation is viewed many ways,
Cuz under every nigga, there’s a little bit of Kramer,
Self-hatred…I hate you…and myself…
Niggas…

[Outro - Michael Richards]
Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act and I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a, a rage…and uh, uh…said some pretty, uh…nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk…for this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I’m…I’m deeply, deeply sorry…

I don’t care if you don’t like that
You get your feelings hurt
But I’m okay with that
And if I like you
It’s for your simple ways
And we will always be at a tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don’t eat those
Taste!

And I didn’t pretend to like the clothes you chose for me
Something in my heart, it tells me it’s a weakness
But I like shiny things and flower prints you wouldn’t dare
Take a woman’s blouse and set it for your son to wear
[ Animal Collective Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

When we share our points of view
You get a glimpse of me
I get a glimpse of you
And I don’t really care
If I don’t change your ways
We will always be at the tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don’t eat those
Taste!

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?

am i real? am i real? am i real?

I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

And if you’re innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step

Gym Class Heroes
Slam the gavel judge juddy got a grudge
Interrogating me for days on end and I won’t budge
I’m on some Eddie Murphy raw baby it wasn’t me shiz
Wrong place, wrong time, I was there but I didn’t see sh*t
And you can throw the book at me and I’ma throw it right back
Slap the district attorney and ask him how you like that
Then I’ma jump in front of the jury like my life is in your hands
Then break each and all their fingers just to make em’ understand
This is obviously a case of mistaken identity
Plus this face is too pretty to be in a penitentiary
Paranoid like chris and snoop was out to kill me
Walkin’ on a thin wire, why they tryin’ to marlo stanfield me?
Guilty as Charged Lyrics on www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com

Estelle
I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

And if you’re innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step (x2)

Gym Class Heroes
And I think it went DOWN-LIKE-THIS!
All I remember was the studio, next thing you know everything goes black
I woke up in the back of a squad car
Handcuffed until they threw my as@ behind bars
I never claimed to be an angel, I just makin’ music
Something a little different you can bob your head to it
If that’s crime, then f@$k it, I’ll do the time
But they tryin’ to give me 25 to life for every line
Go ahead and lock me up, throw away the key
But just imagine the monster you gonna make of me
And the moment that we all feared
Guilty on all charges for the dopest album of the year!

Estelle
Ah Ah…
I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

I’m innocent (dadadada… dadaaaa)… huuhuuu
I’m innocent (dadadada… dadaaaa)… huuhuuu
I’m innocent (dadadada… dadaaaa)… huuhuuu
I’m innocent (dadadada… dadaaaa)… huuhuuu

Estelle
I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

I guess I’m guilty ’til proven innocent
And I’ll be gone before they know what I hit em’ with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident

And if you’re innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step

And if you’re innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step

Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla
Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla

Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute, and I’ll be right back
Fifty million round the world and they said that I couldn’t get it
I done got so sick and filthy with benj’s I cant spend
How you gone be talkin shit?
You act like I just got up in it
Been the number one diva in this game for a minute
I know you read the paper, the one that they call a queen
Every radio round the world know me
Cause that’s where I be

I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a…

Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla
Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla

When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up
Bet he better have a six pack, in the cooler
Getting money, divas getting money
If you aint getting money then you aint got nothing for me
Tell me somethin (tell me somthin)
Where yo boss at? (where yo boss at?)
Where my ladies up in there that like to talk back?
(that like to talk back)
I wanna see ya ( I wanna her her)
I’d like to meet cha (I wanna meet her)
What you said (not to me)
She aint no diva (she aint no diva)

Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla
Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla

Since fifteen in my stilettos been strutin in this game
Whats yo age was the question they asked when I hit the stage
I’m a diva, best believe her
You see her, she getting paid
She aint callin him to greet her
Don’t need him , her bed’s made.

This is a stick up stick up
I need them bags uh that money
A stick up stick up
You see them ask where that money
All my ladies get it up
I see you I do the same
Take it to another level, no passengers on my plane

I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)
I’m a I’m a a diva
This is a stick up stick up
I need them bags uh that money
stick up stick up
You see them ask where that money

Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla
Na na na diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a husla
Of a of a hustla

I’m a a diva
I’m a I’m a a diva x 14
I’m a I’m a a diva (hey)

Submitted by JardanPaige

I try to make it through my life
In my way
There’s you
I try to make it through these lies
And that’s all I do

Just don’t deny it
Don’t try to fight this
And deal with it
And It’s just part of it

If you were dead or still alive,
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
Just go and leave this all behind,
Cause I swear, (I swear)
I don’t care

I try to make you see my side
I always tried to stay in line
But your eyes see right through
That’s all they do
I’m getting buried in this place
I got no room, you’re in my face
Don’t say anything, just go away

If you were dead or still alive,
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
Just go and leave this all behind,
Cause I swear, (I swear)
I don’t care

(Violin solo)

I’m changing everything,
Cause you won’t be there for me
I’m changing everything,
Cause you won’t be there for me

(Piano solo)

If you were dead or still alive,
I don’t care,
I don’t care,
Just go and leave this all behind,
Cause I swear, (I swear)
I don’t care

If you were dead or still alive,
I don’t care, (I don’t care)
I don’t care, (I don’t care)
Just go and leave this all behind,
Cause I swear, (I don’t care, I swear)
I don’t care
At all

(Scream)

Now our escape begins!

Get to the choppa!
It’s the only way out of here!
Don’t let them stop you!
Don’t let them hold you back!

This is our chance!
We all must go
Dead or alive!
Oh yeah! - BRING IT!

Get to the Choppa!
It’s the only way out!
Get to the Choppa!
It’s the only way out!

(Neahh! )

I’ve watched you kill my friends!
But we’ve got more guns left!
I’m going to get back up!
Then come shoot you in the face!
Yeaa! that’s right!
Shoot you in the face!
I’m going to get backup!
And shoot you in the face!

Now our escape begins!
Get to the Choppa!
It’s the only way out!
Get to the Choppa!
It’s the only way out of! –
Here - NOW
Get to the Choppa!

GET TO THE CHOPPA! (x5)

So do you want more of a, “YAAHHH!”
Or, “AAAHHH!”

Repugnant, yet we’ll live on your sustenance
Preserve the living-dispose of the dead and diseased

Mortals wined and dined-led to the firing line
As throats are slit-troughs overflow as they bleed

To return what was
Before Eve and Adam
Babylon and Sodom
The trampling foot of man
Men, women and children shall be strung
Sliced from hands to feet
Innards save for a tasty treat
And beaten profusely to tenderize the meat

AAAAAHHHHH! The stench of the populace!
Millions of humans hung upon hooks
Suspended in deep freeze
Subzero, sterile environment
Keeps meat tender and lean
Choice cuts from the slaughter-
Husband, mother, daughter
Dead families kept together
Their hides made into leather
Surprisingly multiple uses for something so useless

We come in peace-you go in pieces
(solo)
AAAAAHHHHHH! The stench of the populace!
Freeze dried-hogtied-cryogenocide!
(solo)

Your gluttonous repugnancy-a delightful delicacy
Crepitus and malignancy now part of the recipe
Harshness and voracity
Ingredients of my delivery
To serve the public
The helpless frozen subjects

Dinner is prepared.
To serve man?