Mark Henry – … And Then It Hit Me Lyrics

[Verse]
I proceed to wipe the dirtiness, but
My dirtiness is fluent with my flirtiness
Woodgrain platform for stability of my forearm
AC units humming, running, oh no what’s happening
I think what’s going on is the XY’s got me catching Z’s on DR
While I string it to my Dixie cup
And pixies flicking their dues mixing linguistic riddles to sizzle up
To the honeys, so BBQ me now Tom
It’s the foolery to the facets
Flip-flop on a whack hip-hop fascist
First day back after the summer, what up classes
As I project through my diagram
So adapt your eye contact
She got them all over her back
And her pupils pierce through her luscious locks
As I sign the affidavit
For the dismissal of them other cocks
But look at her now, with her chicks, in a panoramic view
With my view, as I turn the camera handle
I crush the crust with the mantle
{Harmonize}
And I caught a clip of her flannel
She’s a damsel in distress but her boots were made for stalking
And my subconscious is sub sequential
One foot, two foot, forward in my sandals
And I got my pants wet, with a lot of coal in my stockings
Walking on some thin ice, made from eggshells
As I crack the code, in a pan, walking down the corridor
But, in my mind I feel like I’m speeding in a white windowless van
As I wrap myself around a telephone
One way call on this hotline but I’m not trying to phone home
I’m excavating through my salivary gland
And there the spit is no more
So in these black chino pants is where I stand
And curiosity killed the rap
Just so happens that this cat
Caught of whiff of that cheese
To get consent to double back
Through a perspective of another
And all I see are cataracts
Opinions turn to matter of fact, and a matter of fact
[Hook]
Open the curtains to reveal what is behind closed doors
The light shall shine no more, and the darkness consumes us all
Take hold of your soul
The sunrays peek between the clouds at me
But the rain, yeah the rain is so cold
(Yeah the rain is so cold)
I need warmth
It came to me like a bullet train derailed off of its tracks
A crash course was my body after the impact
Electricity went through the bulb
…. And then it hit me
[Verse]
I scribble drop the ink for the feelings sake
I’m kind of feeling steak, but, I ate the shrimp
First class served by mama, elevation higher than a blimp
Hover mode over Clover field
I think the Cliffs of Dover drover here
Comatose from the voltage
Vultures splurging on my inner vulnerability
And not a box, but a purse is where her nerves end up
Beat any faggot nigga down, who’s IQ I question
Break down to bend up
Converging to a swerve at Conversation St
At the intersection, but, nothing but a bumper tap
To the back of the occipital
Grammy wishing fishing for a dream, speeding with and ugly stick
Slaying all these pitiful rappers, sorry I mean critics
Dappered up in the media, maybe I’m the one out of the loop
In restricted airways
Expedia is expediting me to be extra gone
Emotions all in a box like a tetragon
And I’m stumbling down the stairways
And then it hit me
Like a stack of bricks
So I nollie flip and stand strong and build a
Vintage battle shit
Shit, I’ll hoist the cannons and mast the sail
Master the craft of my demise and only time can tell well hell
Maybe I’m the grandfather; strike the top of the hour into the farther
Every hour(x15)
…. And then it hit me (x4)

Chris Orrick – Club Privilege Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walk in the club like I own it
That looks pretty cool, don’t it? You look tired
And life’s so unfair I deserve the good service
And that service better perfect
They treat me better than you ‘cuz…
Well I’m better than you, bruh
[Hook]
I wear the clothes
That I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
[Bridge: Marsha Mann]
Why don’t I pour you a drink? [Hook]
I wear the clothes that I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
[Verse 2]
Don’t you ask for my ID
I don’t need no f*cking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
You can’t f*ck with my white tee
And you can’t f*ck with my Nikes
I give a f*ck if you like me
I talk shit and I like fights
Freedom of speech, bitch, it’s my right
Push my way up to the front
Don’t you tell me I’m too drunk
Go on and pour me up two more
f*ck they waiting on you for? You look tired
And life’s so unfair
[Pre-hook]
I don’t need no f*cking ID
I don’t need no f*cking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
Matter of fact I’m VIP
I don’t need no f*cking ID
I don’t need no f*cking ID
Matter of fact I’m VIP
My skin tone match my white tee
[Hook]
I wear the clothes
That I want
I drink the booze that I want
In this club
I play the songs that I want
I get whatever I want
[Outro]
I get whatever I want
I dress however I want
I do wherever I want
I live whenever I want
[Bridge: Marsha Mann]
Why don’t I pour you a drink? I did not get the pat down
Pants sagging, hats to the back now
They say pimping ain’t easy
But I’m fly like G-Eazy
Bitch got me all f*cked up
f*ck a bar line, I take cuts
Tell the bartender my turn
Looking like Audrey Hepburn
I’m feeling like Frank Sinatra
Two shots of your best vodka
One for me and one for you
They complaining the waits long
I look back like “oh poor you”
I’m the shit, is that so wrong?

Egoist – Kanadenaru Lyrics

永遠の夢の続きを
この果てなき旅に
ああ 終わりを
滴る深淵 覆え全てを
腐食した時の大樹に祈る
満たされた月
寓話を紡いだ
奏で鳴るバラッド
壊して
もっと沢山の歌詞は
七つの太陽沈んだ
天と地と海を
ああ 消し去る
たぎり嗤う炎
覆え全てを
終わりゆく世界
始まりへ向かえ
満たされた月
寓話を紡いだ
奏で鳴るバラッド
禍を歌え

Uroyan – Solo Quiero Lyrics (feat. JC)

Que quiero estar contigo por todo un eternidad
No lo dudes más. Uroyan con el JC. Ven y dame la felicidad
Dame una oportunidad. Ven y dame la felicidad
Dame una oportunidad. Sonando Duro Mami, por ti yo muero
No hay otra mujer en este mundo que desvíe mi mirada
Sólo me quiero quedar observando tu preciosa cara
De todos mis tesoros tú eres la prenda más cara
Contigo quiero despertar en todas las mañanas
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
JC y Uroyan. Que contigo quiero estar
¿Que mas tienes que probar? Sonando Duro
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
Si tú me lo permites con mi amor yo te flecho
Yo solo quiero darte affection
Y no es tan solo sexo, tú te mereces mucho más que eso
No me hagas pasar por este proceso
¿Que mas tienes que probar? Que quiero estar contigo por todo un eternidad
No lo dudes más. ¿Como te lo tengo yo que demostrar? Mami, por ti yo muero
Te soy sincero, tú para mí vas primero
No tengo palabras para decirte cuánto te quiero
Vente conmigo y no demores, no pongas peros
Tu cuerpo yo lo anhelo. Que contigo quiero estar
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
Nena, contigo yo quiero estar
Solo tu cuerpo quiero probar
Para darte todo mi amor
Y juntos sentir el calor
Confía en mí y ya no dudes más
Sólo quiero una oportunidad
Ven, prueba mi pasión
Ven, siente mi corazón
Te soy sincero, tú para mí vas primero
No tengo palabras para decirte cuánto te quiero
Vente conmigo y no demores, no pongas peros
Tu cuerpo yo lo anhelo. ¿Como te lo tengo yo que demostrar?

Mimiks – Trippy Lyrics (feat. Luzi)

[Intro: Luzi]
Crack, log mer hend das Crack
Crack, mer möched sie trippy
So, so trippy
[Verse 1: Mimiks]
Straight us de Onderschecht, fotzdope
De Mörgeli versteckt i sim Fotz though
Ech ladne ii zonre Club Show
Sägem chom Bro, ey geb der mol chli Stoff met üs
Bitch ech ziele uf SVP-Scheiss-Wexxgrende grad met em Gwehr
Ram Pam Pam Pam Pam mini Homies fahred öbers Mettelmeer
Freestyle bem Asylheim, jedi Line e Geniestreich
Digga ech zeig der es Peace-sign, aber shoote der i dis Schiinbei
Mimi Che Guevara-Style, kei politischi Diskussione
Das esch Lozärn boy, log mer hend no Wexxer Zone
Bitch do esch kei Platz för dini Bönzli-Logik
Ech entfüehr de Willy ond är verreckt anere Öberdosis
[Hook: Luzi]
Crack, bitch mer hend das Crack
Log mer hend das Crack
Setzed uf dem Crack
Sie, sie, sie wends
Ond Glöck gha mer hends
Schmeisseds usem Benz
Mer hend sowieso z vell vo dem Züg
Mer möched sie trippy
So, so trippy
Mer möched sie trippy
So, so trippy
[Verse 2: Luzi]
Boy, mer hend d berre voll, killer-Flow
Boy, geb der mol, top das mol, vell Erfolg
Mer hend Maschenegwehr us Gold
M zo dem X, Z zo dem I
Lozärn esch en Epidemie
Was wetsch in Berlin
Mer treied komplett
Am Rad wie uf Crack
Fend alles im Radio wack
Mission complete
Helene Fischer uf Speed
Sie hed sech atemlos dör d Nacht blowt
Ech ha mini Baby Mama medem Caddy abgholt
Customized Magnum Rubber öber s Schnäbi abgrollt
Min Rap esch en Esel wo Gäld schisst
Du hesch jedes Mercedes Modell gleased
Vertätsche paar SVPenislutscher met mine Frendensnobelpriis
Frede gschrebe medme motherf*cking V wie Vendetta
Ech am lache zöcke, ziele, dröck, Bang Headshot
Bitch mer hend das
[Hook: Luzi]

Clan Of Xymox – Equal Ways Lyrics

they win awards
it makes no sense to me
i walk the flowers
i win the nothings
so the circle cannot fail
it turns in endless ways
it turns in endless days
the scarlett hour rises and falls
i won’t stop wondering
i will never stop wondering
scarlett hour rises and falls
i won’t stop wondering
i will never stop wondering
we turn in equal ways
so it’s living in? loves and erars
of endless moves and? we turn and rest and then scarlet hours rises and alls
i wont stop wondering
i won’t ever stop wondering
they will kill flowers
they kill chores
they win? so this circle cannot fail
it turns in endless ways
it turns in endlesss days
so this window offers views
of? we turn in equal ways
so it’s living ?

Raimon – Morir En Aquesta Vida Lyrics

No és difícil morir en aquesta vida
Que viure és més difícil
I he d’evitar el teu gest
Més absurd, inútil
No he de dir mai:
S’ha trencat la barca de l’amor
Contra la vida quotidiana;
Prehistòric com sóc, contradictori com sóc
Em seria més fàcil destrossar-la
Perquè t’he fet part de la meua vida
I crec els poemes que tu feies
He d’evitar el teu gest
Més absurd, inútil
No he de dir mai:
S’ha trencat la barca de l’amor
Contra la vida quotidiana
Tu has escrit ja fa molts anys
Jo et llegeix encara avui
Poeta Maiakovski
No és difícil morir en aquesta vida
Que viure és més difícil

Crack Ignaz – Wah Lyrics

[Intro]
We gotta get outta here, your f*cking girl
I’m talking with my boyfriend over here
[Hook]
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
[Part 1]
Sie sagt date, oida wah
Oida fix, oida wah
Weil ich flex, oida wah
Obelix mit den Rocks, oida wah
Ich pull up, oida wah
Es mocht Plitsch, es mocht Platsch, oida wah
Zu viel Drip (zu viel Drip), oida wah
Jeden Tag 100k, oida wah
[Hook]
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
[Part 2]
Hackelt’ hart, oida wah
Es is wahr, oida wah
In meim’ Cup, oida wah
Do is matsch, oida gatsch, oida wah
I moch k’s, oida wah
Du mochst garnix, oida wah
Oida bruh, oida wah
Oida was, oida wah
[Interlude]
Oida wah
Wer glaubta dasa is überhaupt oida, wah
So eine frechheit, eine absoulte frechheit is des
Na wirklich, wah
Ignaz K
[Outro]
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)
Ignaz K (Ignaz K), oida wah (oida wah)
Schöner Mann (schöner Mann’), oida wah (oida wah)

Camilo – Medialuna Lyrics

Aquí estoy muerto de miedo
Voy a verte de nuevo
No sé qué decir
Ya practiqué en el espejo
Y hasta pedí consejos
Para hacerte reír
Ya compré caramelos
Y me peiné el pelo
Como te gusta a ti
Y estoy pidiéndole al cielo
Que cuando me veas
Te pongas feliz
Tú me haces ser inocente otra vez
Más ingenuo, más frágil, tal vez
Me haces niño y no pienso crecer
Ey
Y llegaste
Mi media luna, tú llegaste
No estaba oscuro, pero alumbraste
No estaba vacío, pero me llenaste
No estaba herido, pero me curaste
Me miraste y me mataste
Volví a la vida cuando me besaste
Con tus ojos chiquititos
Sentí que mirabas
Muy dentro de mí
Yo te imaginaba desnuda y
Toda mi armadura caía ante ti
Tú me haces ser inocente otra vez
Más ingenuo, más frágil, tal vez
Me haces niño y no pienso crecer
Y llegaste
Mi media luna, tú llegaste
No estaba oscuro, pero alumbraste
No estaba vacío, pero me llenaste
No estaba herido, pero me curaste
Me miraste y me mataste
Volví a la vida cuando me besaste
Me miraste y me mataste
Volví a la vida cuando me besaste
Yeih, yeih, ye-ih
Hmm-mmm
Hm, hmm-mmm

Rina Sawayama – Bad Friend Lyrics

We ran through the bright Tokyo lights, nothing to lose
Summer of 2012, burned it all night
High, crazy, and drunk, 5 in the room
Singing our hearts out to Carly, sweating alright
Throwing drinks at each other
Making fun of our lovers
Getting kicked out on the street, oh
We were best friends forever, but the truth is
I’m so good at crashing in
Making sparks and shit but then
I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend
So don’t ask me where I’ve been
Been avoiding everything
Cause I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend
I’m a bad friend, yeah
Guess we fell out, what was that all about? Maybe I overreacted, well maybe you shouldn’t have
God it’s insane how things can change like that
Don’t even know where you are, what you do, and who you do it with
Throwing drinks at each other
Making fun of our lovers
Getting kicked out on the street, oh
We were best friends forever, but the truth is
I’m so good at crashing in
Making sparks and shit but then
I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend
So don’t ask me where I’ve been
Been avoiding everything
Cause I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Maybe I’m a bad friend
I’m so good at crashing in
Making sparks and shit but then
I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend
So don’t ask me where I’ve been
Been avoiding everything
Cause I’m a bad, I’m a bad, I’m a bad friend

Quelle Chris & Chris Keys – Mirage Lyrics (feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Denmark Vessey, Merrill Garbus & Big Sen)

And people don’t know what to do, so we make our art and art is beautiful. But art is also the truth. Come on, you know. Right now, Ukraine, power off. We just cut your power and your internet off. Most people’s just waiting for something to happen without even preparing for anything, you know what I’m saying? And we feel it in our souls. No, whoa
Said it’s the cure and the super
Ooh-ooh, hey
Mirage
Yeah-yeah, heyHey, hey
Mirage
Yeah-yeah, uh, ooh
Mirage
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & Merrill Garbus]
I thought I saw a fountain
I thought I saw me on the other side of the see-saw mounted
Bouncing, on the up-and-up, countin’ downers
The rate flounder-flat to bring you ’round the bend and back
But now what? Security is largely a superstition. Like, what the f*ck is going on around here? That’s how we start modern warfare nowadays. So we know you know. It’s—It’s already on the way, you know what I’m saying? Venezuela, they shut the power off. The hour’s not a alibi, doesn’t add up
You outta time, fried like halibut with two sides
Smizing for the camera, I surmise
The lie what did the damage
Had to leave you with a treatise, was signed
I switch the plan up, boundaries get redefined
I read the vines, it’s a madness, we hacking lives, sink my teeth
Way past the beat into the rhyme when I grab it
The bitter sweetness of times I wish to capture
Abandon reason for the slime of greener pastures
They tried to leave me
Couldn’t find me when I finally answered, tiny dancer
Hold me closer, don’t be sliding backwards
Forward further like Akai told me on the tollway
The soles planted, the hands scrape the sky (Yeah-yeah, oh)
When the chances that the Medivacs left was hella high
We hit the tavern for some gin and rye
Whiskey gingerly applied (Ooh, ooh)
The image shifted side to side in the distance
You tripping over lines (Ooh, hey)
Slipping, we been to …
[Break: Earl Sweatshirt & Merrill Garbus]
Yeah-yeah, hey
[unintelligible]
Mirage in the darkness
Yeah-yeah, oh
We all wise
[Verse 3: Denmark Vessey]
Oh yeah, hit me in the heart one day, it’s just words
A string of letters I smash together
Some random sequence calls to cast the weather
InSh’Allah could last forever
I don’t have to be here, but I made it through
Through a maelstrom
The director’s cut might not even make the album cut
That’s where the melanated, melancholy style’s from
Fly, birdie, fly, be as wise as the owl
Keep the eye of the falcon, that’s eye on the sparrow
I know my daughter’s watching, I know you watch me
I know the times rocky
I know it’s hard to remember, it blurred
December was birthed (Mm, mm)
My ten toes dig in the dirt, feeling the earth
I’m willing to merge, fourth quarter, final, moxie (Ooh-ooh, hey)
It was dark, like the light forgot me
Oh Lord, then it sparked (Hey-hey, hey)
Innocent of sins, rosemary; when reality bit, it pierced my heart
A voice, close, near me, said, “Don’t be so scary”
“Enjoy your thirties”
Listen, I’m still looking for father figures (Ah-ah, ah)
Around me and niggas who clown me (Ah-ah, ah)
The last laugh is a nectar
But the sweetest get-back is being completely free (Facts)
Completely me
The smell of burnt sage, let the season reap
Don’t overthink it, bleep-bleep
[Break: Earl Sweatshirt & Merrill Garbus]
[Unintelligible]
The mirage
Yeah-yeah, yay
Mirage
The mirage
Yeah-yeah, ahh
Mm-mm, yay
Yeah-yeah, yay
Yeah-yeah, ahh
Do-do
Hmm
Mmm, yay
Yeah-yeah, yay
Yeah-yeah, aww
[Spoken Word: Big Sen]
Yeah, feels good to be back. And err’ybody’s fed up. I think we all just trying to make sense of it somehow. Just this week, 44 million people, South America, power off. And you assed out
Make your actions match your ambitions to survive. It’s manifesting itself in our art, even. What’s gon’ come to pass is what’s gon’ come to pass. Give that one week, without the little faucet running and your little water coming out and your ‘frigerator not being on and shit and your diabetes medicine not being cold. I spend most of my days now in my garden, growing food and medicinal plants and shit that we smoking on now-type-of-thing, and pondering the next moves, you know what I’m saying? Go have your adventure, ’cause I’m having mine
Big Sen, peace out, one love
[Outro: Merrill Garbus]
Yeah-yeah, yay
Yeah-yeah, aww We all know something is, you know, around the corner. Just buckle up. Sometimes, it just be them seasons. You need to get ready like we are. It does not exist in nature
Life is either a grand adventure or nothing, baby. [Break: Quelle Chris, Earl Sweatshirt, & Merrill Garbus]
Don’t think that far
Who’s that? That means being in touch with your ancestors and your spirituality, you feel me? Predatory capitalism. And all the -isms, you know what I’m saying? And that’s cool. Have a good time, you know? [Verse 1: Quelle Chris & Earl Sweatshirt]
Stepped out like Scooby-Doo and the gang
With a sack of treats as the case completes
The villains knew the name
We were stuffin’ Chillums with that lame
Back when dub sacks was the thing
Now we glide ‘cross skies like Liu Kang, no shame
We carry the state on our back like new quarter change
Rats was at ’em like Elmira to Maximillian
I was focused on the craft, I knew racks was in the cards (I knew it)
Sorta mutant, I seem to see through the ceilings
Some homeys hid under tables
My head was up in the stars (In the stars, nigga)
That’s real bars
I know niggas that caved in but still gods
Some said it’s preprogrammed, some state it’s up to Allah
You ask me, it’s all part the mirage, ah-ha-ha! All that voting and all that shit—you can do that, that’s cool, but that ain’t gon’ stop it. That means being in shape. The moves we make are largely dystopian, post-apocalyptic. You know you know you know
So what are you doing about it?