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Serva De Cemento
Artist(s): Felix Q
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Writer(s):
Felix Miguel Quinones (BMI) 50% / Jonathan Patrick Merkel (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Alternative, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish, Trap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Chaos, Chase, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Heavy, Intense, Jail, Menacing, Mexican, Ominous, Powerful, Prison, Rage, Raucous, Riot, Sinister, Spanish Lyrics, Strip Club, Urgent, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
92
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Serva De Cemento
SERVA DE CEMENTO (Spanish)
CORO
Viviendo una serva de cemento donde muchos las combaten sin lamento, viviendo una maldita pesadilla que seria de ti que seria de mi.
VERSO 1
Aqui la ley que prevalece es la mia, ponte bruto te pasamos por encima, dices que yo soy tu pesadilla tu no duermes hasta que te vele tu familia. Haz llegado a la universidad de la violencia, donde tu crimen descalifica tu experiencia, donde primero lo piensan, de dar paso falso y terminar en la cajuela. Esto es mi corona mi territorio somos sanguinario mi alegria es el odio, hablar problemas para mi es un placer, quieres averiguar te enseño como esto es.
VERSO 2
Serva de cemento en esto yo no juego, te pasas de la linea y te despego, me roncan de calle pero no los veo, te saco la plata y en el barrio te rodeo. Tu no captas tengo un combito que te rapta, no sigas insitando papa te desgastan, en este territorio yo soy el que comanda tengo un par de gente que te cojen y te trabajan. En mi barrio no se duerme aqui mi gente crecen desfavorecen, nadie corre con feca si entras vivo en tres dias apestas.
SERVA DE CEMENTO (English Translation)
CHORUS
Living in a concrete jungle where many fight without regret, living a damn nightmare, what would be of you, what would be of me.
VERSE 1
Here the law that prevails is mine, get gross, we pass you over, you say that I am your nightmare, you do not sleep until your family sees you. You have arrived at the university of violence, where your crime disqualifies your experience, where they first think about it, to make a false step and end up in the trunk. This is my crown, my territory, we are bloodthirsty, my joy is hatred. Speaking problems for me is a pleasure, you want to find out Ill teach you how it is.
VERSE 2
Serve cement in this I do not play, you go over the line and Ill eliminate you, they snore me from the street but I do not see them, I take all the money and in the neighborhood Ill surround you. You do not understand I have a combo that kidnaps you, do not keep insisting papa, theyre wearing you out, in this territory I'm the one who commands i have a couple of people who work you and work for you. In my neighborhood you do not sleep here my people grow in disadvantage, nobody runs with B.S. if your back alive in three days you stink.
Twisted
Artist(s): Kim Black
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Control, Dark, Deviant, Edge, Heavy, Intense, Moody, Passionate, Physical, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Sexy, Strange, Strip Club, Vampire, Vibey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Twisted
TWISTED
I don't wanna hurt you
Or take you where you don't wanna go
But I wanna tell my secrets
To someone who'll know
How to feed my hunger
How to feel the ache
How to push me to the edge
Til just before I break
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If I made you play
Crazy kinda games
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If you ever knew
What I wanna do
Would you run away
Or would you stay
I don't wanna shock you
Or tell you things you don't wanna hear
Or make you think it's sick
What I whisper in your ear
But how can you resist me
How can you hold back
Cause I can see the walls you built
Are starting to crack
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Chorus
How far would you go
How brave would you be
Could you let yourself surrender
And give it up
Give it up to me
These twisted things that I wanna do
Stray a little far from the tried and true
These twisted things that I gotta have
Walk a little off the beaten path
These twisted games that I wanna play
Take a little time it's an acquired taste
So tell me tell me
Could you love me anyway
Chorus
Hands Off
Artist(s): Suzie Rose
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Club, Confident, Dance, Energetic, Energy, Fashion, Fun, Groove, Harmonies, Jealous, Party, Red Carpet, Relationship, Runway, Sexy, Street, Strip Club, Strut, Style, Teen, Top 40, Tough, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2000
BPM:
95
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hands Off
HANDS OFF
Hey girl friend
I know what your eyes are doin'
Say girl friend
I know where your mind is movin'
Don't know why
You think his heart is yours for the askin'
Say goodbye
Cause you are not welcome at this party you're crashin'
Don't cha even think about it
Get a grip, better quit, get over it
Cause if you're even thinkin' about it
Read my lips
Hands off - look but don't touch
Back off cause you're pushin' it too much
Get off of your funky fantasy
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
Hands off - I tell ya he's mine
Lay off - I'll warn ya for the last time
Stay off of my private property
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
My girl friends
Are tellin' me what you been up to
Don't pretend
You're innocent - the end you've come to
How time flies
Better leave before your game gets played out
Say bye bye
Don't let the door hit you on your way out
Don't cha even think about it
Get a grip, better quit, get over it
Cause if you're even thinkin' about it
Read my lips
Hands off - look but don't touch
Back off cause you're pushin' it too much
Get off of your funky fantasy
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
Hands off - I tell ya he's mine
Lay off - I'll warn ya for the last time
Stay off of my private property
Cause he belongs, he belongs to me
Tic Tic Boom
Artist(s): Orfeh
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Dance, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Urban
Keywords:
Brash, Club, Dangerous, Dark, Problem, Relationship, Short Fuse, Tough, Violent
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
98
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tic Tic Boom
TIC TIC BOOM
Every time you see him
You never know what kinda
Mood he's gonna be in
He can be so gentle
Then out of nowhere he goes
Absolutely mental
So you ask him very sweetly
Honey how was your day
You're walkin on eggshells
Walking through a mine field
And if he doesn't answer you
Better get out of his way
Tic Tic Boom
Oh what's he gonna do to you
You better not set him off
Girl don't you know
Don't you know the guy's bad news
Tic Tic Boom
Let's hope he's in a real good mood
It's for sure that man of yours
That man of yours
Sure got a real short fuse
He tells you that he loves you
Every time he hurts you
And he swears he never meant to
If only you had listened
He wouldn't have to go and
Teach you another lesson
So you fell down the stairs
And hit your face on the door
But the girls at work know how
You really got hurt
We all agree why can't you see
That you deserve more
Chorus
You better respect yourself
You better go protect yourself
It's time to find somebody else
You need some help
Can't you see it can't be love
It can't be what you're dreamin of
It's time to break the spell
How much more you gonna take
You better plan the great escape
You better get away before
It's just too late
Time is slowly goin'
And it's lonely by the phone
So you just sit and wait
Chorus
Runaway Train
Artist(s): Madeleine West
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Rock
Keywords:
Danger, High Energy, Let Go, Love, Out of Control, Relationship, Runaway, Spy, Swept Up, Tough, Train
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
117
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Runaway Train
RUNAWAY TRAIN
I was just walking by the station
With no plans to go
Wasn't even waiting
Had no ticket and no clothes
Then I heard a rumble
And the ground began to shake
Rolling down like thunder
And I can't put on the brakes
Destination unknown
Thought I was in control
Till you tore through my very soul
Like a runaway train
Burning through my veins
Dragging me all the way
Like a runaway train
Tearing down the track
It's too late now
I can't turn back
I try looking out the window
Just to calm my nerves
And I see my life before you
Rushing by in a blur
All the things that used to matter
Go falling by the way
Don't care about the danger
It's a ride I've got to take
Destination unknown
But I'm willing to go
Anywhere you take my heart
(Chorus)
Destination unknown
Racing through the night
Hanging on for dear life
Pienso Verde
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Adventure, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Latino, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
113
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pienso Verde
PIENSO VERDE
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Niños por las calles, niños bien hambrientos
Sin educación solo en sus tormentos
Mis palabras siempre se las lleva el viento
Puta corrupción hasta reina en los conventos
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
I Think Green (Pienso Verde English Translation)
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
Children on the streets, very hungry children
Without education alone in their torments
My words are always blown by the wind
Slut corruption until queen in the convents
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
Bring It On
Artist(s): Slur-P
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / David Armitage (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tech Styles Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On
BRING IT ON (Clean)
Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please
Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects
Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game
Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked
Chorus
There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me
Chorus
Cutting Throats
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, City, Crime, Criminal, Dangerous, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Frightening, Gang, Ghetto, Intimidating, Jail, Mean, Menacing, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rough, Scary, Street, Tough, Underground, Vicious, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
102
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cutting Throats
Break'em take'em for whatever they got, run the jewels
Heat in the holster always stay hot, gunning the fools
Sonning whole crews, when we roll through
Bow down and stay down, before the loaded clip fold you
I got cold shoulders, and cold veins that hold steady cold steel,
Aim and blow brains
Spaghetti stained sidewalks, nighthawks swooping down
Taking all that you got or your life, whoever new in town
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
Roll up on'em like what, what, what
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
The game is cut throat so that throat gets cut
What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine, you get repo'd
I got keys for the city, keys short for kilos
Pistol to your peephole, knock knock who is it
Blockah blockah, to the dome, with the chrome, nobody home
Gunsmoke, weed smoke, chicks wanna rub and tug
motorboat them bras til the strap pop, keep the hammer cocked
Shel ls rock bells, ricochet, stray shots spray
Like raid on a roach who try to approach this
Eclipse
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Action Chase Thriller, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Heavy Metal, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Metal, Orchestral Rock, Sports, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brooding, City, Conquer, Conquest, Control, Dark, Digital, Doom And Gloom, Drama, Dramatic, Epic, Fiery, Foreboding, Gloomy, Heavy, Industrial, Industrious, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Paranoid, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Victorious, Victory, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Bring It On Home To You
Artist(s): Tropic Zone
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rock
Keywords:
Assure, Boy Band, Care, Club, Confident, Happy, High School, Laid Back, Late Night, Love, Positive, Prom, Promise, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Slow Dance, Smooth, Soulful, Teen
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2005
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On Home To You
Bring It On Home To You
You've got my promise
You've got my word
You've got my heart and soul
And girl haven't you heard
I'd never hurt you
No how could I
When you're the best thing
That has happened in my life
Oh you don't need to worry
When the other guys are messin' around
Takin' their love all over town
Rest assured I am yours
When the day is through
I'll bring it on home to you
No matter where I go
Or what I do
I'll bring it on home to you
And I'll dedicate myself
To makin' your dreams come true
I'll give my kisses
I'll give my time
And when I touch you girl
You'll know that you are mine
Forget temptation
Just let them try
They're gonna find out
That it's you who's in my life
You must believe I take it seriously
Don't even think about givin' up
I'm gonna be here no matter what
Rest assured I am yours
When the day is through
Chorus
When I need someone to hold me
You can always count on me
When I'm feelin' kinda lonely
I'll come runnin' right back I guarantee
Can you promise me you love me
Your heart will always be true
I'm gonna love ya, gonna kiss ya, gonna touch ya
My whole life through
Walkin' The Wild
Artist(s): Echelon 7
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Juliana Bolden (ASCAP) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Echelon 7 Music Publishing (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walkin' The Wild
WALKING THE WILD
YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WE TRYING TO DO THIS (SEXY) STYLE
YEAH WALK'S WILD
U BEST HAVE YOUR OWN BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA STEP OUT HERE AND TRY TO LIVE LIKE WHAT?
Verse 1
WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING
WHEN YOU WALKING THE WILD
'CAUSE IT'S BUCK OUT HERE
PUNKS GIVE A F***OUT HERE
HE WAS WAITING AT THE BUSTOP
GAZING AT THE DROPTOPS
FLOATING BY DREAMS OF HUSTLIN' AND FLOWIN'
NOW HE'S WILDIN' WITH THE WILDEST
CHILDISH TANTRUMS
SEARCHIN FOR AN ANTHEM TO LIVE BY - WHY?
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED HIS SOUL
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON HOLD
'CAUSE HE HAD ALL THE MONEY
BUT LIVES BY THE SHOT
AND CAN'T STOP - 'CAUSE NOBODY STAYS TOO HIGH
YOU GOT KEEP SHOOTING TO BREAK THE COME DOWN
NOW THE CLOUDS SO THICK CAN'T SEE THE GROUND
NOW WHO'S BANGING AT THE DOOR
DROPPED COCKED THE NINE
SWEATING COLD BULLETS OF SWEAT BET
CAUSE PEOPLE GET TO TRIPPING WHEN THEY'RE
THINKING EVERYBODY'S A THREAT
THE WALK'S WILD
chorus
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY PIMPING HOES FOR MILES
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
SKY HIGH FAT RIDES HUSTLER STYLE
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
verse 2
PUNKS BE FRONTING LIKE THEY'RE STARTERS
WHEN THEIR RIDING THE BENCH
ME I'M STEADY SINKING THREES
PAID MY DUES IN THE TRENCH
HANDLING MY OWN 'CAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
I SHOOT MY LYRIC LIKE A BULLET
SO I'M LYRICALLY STRAPPED
SEE THE WALLS LIKE JERICHO CRASHING DOWN
WON'T CATH ME STALLING WON'T STICK AROUND
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
DON'T BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW SICK THE BLOOD SPRAYS
PANICKING - LOOKED LIKE THE PO'S
DROPPED YOUR GIRL LIKE A MANNEQUIN
NOW WHO HEARD THE CLAPPING
HEAR THE SIRENS ROAR
COLLAPSE IN TEARS RED POOLS ON THE FLOOR
HANDCUFF YOU AND YOU'RE OUT THE DOOR
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse 3
SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DRAG
PLAY THE BOYS LIKE CHESSMASTERS
THEY GET THERE FASTER BRINGS THE HEAT THEY'RE AFTER
PUT IT ANYWHERE YOU WANT IT
DROP THE BOOTY LIKE PRO
WORK A BODY LIKE JOB SHAKE 'EM DOWN LIKE MOB
SHOOK DOWN FOR HIS CASH CAUSE HE CLUELESS
THOUGHT HE HAD THAT ASS LOCKED
SHE'S ON SOME NEW SH**
SHOCKED TO FIND HER LEGS WRAPPED
AROUND HIS BOY'S BACK
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse/rep
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED YOUR SOUL
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON ROLL
MONEY LOVE SEX DRUGS BLOOD RUN COLD
THE WALK'S WILD
YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WATCH YOUR STEP OUT HERE
CHORUS
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
LIKE THIS - UNH
The Sky Is Gonna Fall
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alley, Bar, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Gritty, Moody, Night, Ominous, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Seedy, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard
BPM:
102
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Sky Is Gonna Fall
THE SKY IS GONNA FALL
Black eyes, red face, rage inside
The man who's got nothing's got nothing to hide
Lipstick, cigarette, stains the hand
Of a woman who needs, needs more than a man
White trash, sundress, livin' alone
Condemned to the dirt daddy gave her at home
Gold capped, eye-tooth, bleeds in the hall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Dark soul, cold-blooded, driven with pain
What goes around once, goes around again
Dead-bolted, metal door, security walls
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Faceless, no name, caught in the crack
Left turn, crossroads, no lookin' back
Hard luck, bad luck, no luck at all
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
The Sky is Gonna Fall
If something don't change, The Sky is Gonna Fall
Sistema Perro
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Solo Drums
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sistema Perro
SISTEMA PERRO
RUTHLESS SYSTEM
(English Rough Translation)
INTRO
¿Que pasa mi hermano, que no te quejas hermano, echándole mano, y no ves cambios?
What's the matter brother; you don't complain brother, work your fingers to the bone & don't see changes.
Este sistema no esta funcionando... no funciona!
This system doesn't work... it's not working!
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
¿Cuantos emigramos por las mismas razones?
How many of us migrate for the same reasons?
¿No ven que mal están todas las situaciones?
Can't you see how bad the situation is?
Los que se quedan con el bote, son chingones
And those who stay with the boat are the big boys
Y aquí estamos sufriendo, cabrones!
And here we are suffering, bastards!
Yo soy de Cuba, también de Panamá
I am from Cuba, also from Panama
Soy de Guatemala, El Salvador y Honduras
I am from Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras
Soy de México y de Costa Rica
I am from Mexico and Costa Rica
Donde el sistema es polvo pica pica
Where the system is a joke
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Falling In Reverse
Artist(s): Devil Wing
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Writer(s):
Carla Kay Barlow (ASCAP) 50% / Michelle Lockey (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Female Vocal, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Bar, Bluesy, Brooding, Conflict, Control, Dark, Death, Desert, Desperate, Disoriented, Dive Bar, Dreamy, Driving, Drugs, Falling, Foreboding, Gritty, Harmonies, Hypnotic, Insane, Moody, Mysterious, Ominous, Relationship, Reverb, Rugged, South, Southern, Spiraling, Swampy, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Shaker, Tambourine
BPM:
136
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Falling In Reverse
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Stuck in your mind
Something's lost, left behind
Something I said, something I said
Is keeping you dead
Crashing in, can't get out
No more time
CHORUS:
Falling in reverse
My dusty bones are cursed
Shadows fall on me
Sinking down to the sea
Down in the deep, down in the deep
You speak to me
Silent words I can't hear
Spinning around Spinning around
The shifting sound
Almost gone fading away
Am I near?
CHORUS
Can you forgive, Can you forgive
How can you live, how can you live
how can I live without you?
Where will I run, where will I hide
trapped in my mind, trapped in my mind
there's nowhere to go, nowhere to go, no where to go, nowhere to go, nowhere to go
I'm Falling, Falling in reverse, Falling down, lost in your mind, lost in mine
You Better Duck Quick
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
Blind
Artist(s): Khromozomes & Kristin Mainhart
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Writer(s):
Kristin Mainhart (BMI) 25% / Ruvane Schwartz (BMI) 75%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Acid Jazz Trip Hop KCRW, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Female Vocal, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Lounge, Moods Somber, Pop, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Dark, Desperate, Dramatic, Dreamy, Drugs, Emotional, Hypnotic, KCRW, Longing, Moody, Mysterious, Nocturnal, Obsessive, Passionate, Sultry, Trippy, Vibe, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
98
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Blind
I'm tossing and turning just thinking of you
And every night I think that can feel you
But I don't ever want to tell him anything I feel inside
Cause every time I let go and I tell him everything
He just runs and hides.
Baby, how I, I long for you, long for you
Damn, his eyes there blind to me
Blind to me
They're blind to me
I want to tell you about my secrets at night
I want to let you in on everything I've got in my mind
But I don't want to scare you away from life
I've got all these feelings for you deep inside
I want to feel your heart pressed up on mine
And light it up and make it shine
But every time I let go and I tell you everything
You just run and hide
Baby, how I long for you, long for you
Damn, his eyes there blind to me
They're blind to me
They're blind to me
Time hasn't softened the feelings I feel inside
I'm tired of feeling this love that I constantly have to hide
Baby, how I long for you, long for you
Damn, his eyes there blind to me
They're blind to me
Throw The Words Away
Artist(s): Madeleine West
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bittersweet, Breakup, Broken Heart, Chance, College, Communication, Dreams, Duet, Goodbye, Heartfelt, Hope, Love, Not Understanding, Relationship, Sad, Separation, Sorry, Teen, Tough, Upset, Wishes, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2003
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Throw The Words Away
THROW THE WORDS AWAY
I say
I wish you would spend just a little more time
You say
I've been working all day babe, I'm a little bit tired
I say
I'm just trying to find out how was your day
You say
Can you give me a minute, can't it wait
I say
I just get the feeling something isn't right
You say
Please not tonight
Why can't we just throw the words away
And listen to what our hearts have to say
Why wouldn't it just be okay
To sit quiet and listen
To our two hearts beating
Cause words have no meaning
I say
You never seem to hear me and I don't know why
You say
But you've said the same things a million times
I say
If you'd only think about it from my point of view
You say
But all I ever do is think about you
I say
It's falling apart...are you just gonna let it?
You say
Oh just forget it
Chorus
No lies, no reasons
Excuses, no explanations
No blame, no sorries
No alibis
No whys, denials
No defenses, no complications
Words have no meaning
So why even try
Chorus
When did we forget what it used to mean
How'd we forget how it used to be
What ever happened to you and me
24/7
Artist(s): Suzie Rose
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
2000s, Entertainment News, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Bouncy, Club, Energetic, Fashion, Flirtatious, Fun, Funky, Good Time, Hot, Jealous, Party, Playful, Pulsing, Reassuring, Relationship, Retro, Rhythmic, Runway, Sexy, Style, Teen, Upbeat, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
24/7
24/7
Every time we're apart
Baby baby, that's when you start
Actin' crazy and losin' it
Ask what I'm doin' and who I'm doin' it with
Do I have to reassure you
That you're the only thing that's on my mind
That I'm givin' you every bit of my time
Baby, don't you trust me
You can rest easy tonight
I'm tellin' you everything is alright
Twenty-four hours a day
Thinkin' 'bout cha baby
All the crazy hours I keep
I still love you seven days a week
Twenty-four hours a day
You're in my heart baby
When we're apart you know it's true
Twenty four seven for you
You call my friends, you ask around
You're pagin' me all over town
You drive me crazy with your jealousy
Why you afraid of losin' me
Do I have to reassure you
There's only one place I'll be tonight
Only one guy who does it right
Baby don't you trust me
You don't have to hold so tight
I'm tellin' you everything is alright
Chorus
So you don't get to see me every minute of the day
That doesn't mean I'm not your baby
I got places to go and people to see
But you're the only one who gets next to me
Paint
Artist(s): Shelayne
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad, Confident, Cosmetic, Dance, Desire, Disney, Fake, Flirt, Infatuation, Jealous, Make up, Mask, Naive, Radio, Relationship, Sexy, Shallow, Street, Strip Club, Strut, Style, Superficial, Tease, Teen, Temptation, Top 40, Tough, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Group Vocals, Guitar, Violin
BPM:
88
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Paint
PAINT
Why are guys so stupid
Why are they so blind
Roll on the pink lip gloss
They'll go down every time
So naive, so clueless
To what's underneath
Why can't you look past to
What any fool could see
She's all paint and no face
All moves and no grace
She's oh so beautiful in your eyes
But baby don't you, don't you realize
She's all paint and no art
All hands and no heart
She's got you going round in circles
So blinded by her, by her so called virtues
So tacky so tasteless
No flavor no class
Like sniffing a flower
That smells like someone's ass
She's playing your ego
Like a symphony
So you won't look closer
So baby you won't see
She's all paint and no face
All moves and no grace
She's oh so beautiful in your eyes
But baby don't you, don't you realize
She's all paint and no art
All hands and no heart
She's got you going round in circles
So blinded by her, by her so called virtues
Purple eye shadow that she bought at the Rite Aid
Clashin with her lips in a god awful red shade
Attractin the dogs like she's packin a bone
I'm way too polite to call that skanky a ho-oh
But she's really pushin me right to the limit
Takin my permission when when I didn't give it
Homin on my honey like a trident missile
If this don't convince her then maybe my fist will
She's all paint
She's so fake
Raise Some Hell
Artist(s): Brian "Hacksaw" Williams
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Arena Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Nu Metal
Keywords:
Adventure, Aggressive, Bar, Biker, Bravado, Challenge, Championship, College, Competition, Drinking, Extreme Sports, Fight, Going for it, Hardcore, Heavy, High Energy, Intense, Loud, Mosh Pit, Motorcycle, NASCAR, Party, Provocative, Rousing, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Street, Teen, Thrash, Thrill Seeker, Tough, Triumph, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
80
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Raise Some Hell
RAISE SOME HELL
Get outta my way I've gotta a one track mind
I'm a man on a mission don't waste my time
No time for sleep, got the pedal to the floor
I got all I need but I could use some more
I'm sittin on top of the world
Right where I wanna be
I'm sittin on top of the world
And there's no stoppin me
I'm gonna Raise Some Hell
And tear it up tonight
I'm gonna Raise Some Hell
And (cuz) there's no end in sight
I ride the edge gonna cross the line
Hell waits for me but it's not my time
I'm pushin' hard, tearing down these walls
I'm flyin high, nothing's gonna break my fall
I'm sittin on top of the world
Right where I wanna be
I'm sittin on top of the world
And there's no stoppin me
I'm gonna Raise Some Hell
And tear it up tonight
I'm gonna Raise Some Hell
And (cuz) there's no end in sight
Not Gonna Cry Over You
Artist(s): Lindsey Grant
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50% / Lance Morrison (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Entertainment News Rock, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Breakup, Broken Heart, Confidence, Energy, Games, Obsession, Orange County, Relationship, Start Over, Top 40
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
76
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Not Gonna Cry Over You
NOT GONNA CRY OVER YOU
You always look in my direction
when you want to play
You say you feel a strong connection
before you walk away
I'm tired of playing all your games now
'cause you win 'em all
I only wanted your affection
But you're giving me
A broken heart and blood shot eyes
I don't want to pay that price
I'm not gonna cry over you
Not over you
You say I need to chill out
This ain't obsession at all
But every night I keep waiting
For you to call
And just as I'm about to give up
You come around
but it don't mean nothing
When you giving me a
Broken heart and blood shot eyes
I don't want to pay that price
I'm not gonna cry over you
Not over you
Na na na na na
You're here today and then goodbye
But you're not gonna make me cry
I won't give you another try 'cause
I ain't got the time
To listen to your lies
No, I'm not gonna cry over you
Not over you
I'm not gonna cry over you
The Girl's Gone Wild
Artist(s): Nadia
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Alternative, Bumpers, Entertainment News Rock, Female Vocal, Indie, Instrumental, Pop, R&B, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Cars, Celebrity, College, Confident, Control, Driving, Fashion, Fun, Party, Power, Sassy, Sexy, Star, Style, Teen, Tough, Wild, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
132
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Girl's Gone Wild
THE GIRL'S GONE WILD
Got a real cool ride
Got a handful of cash
Got the places to go
Gonna get there fast
I can't deny I'm livin' life on the fly
Let's take it to the edge, hit the road tonight
I'm dressed to kill
I got nothin' below
Feelin' hot to ride
'M lookin' ready to go
Ooh - ooh -- can you feel the heat
Ooh - ooh
CHORUS
The girl's gone wild
Drivin' out of control
The girl's gone wild
Are you ready to roll
The girl's gone wild
Livin' dangerous takes a lotta nerve
If you close your eyes
You can feel the curves
Now don't look back, keep it straight ahead
Put the pedal to the floor
Push it to the red
Now we got acceleration
Have we gone too far
You're a rocket taking off
And baby I'm the star
Ooh - ooh -- can you feel the heat
Ooh - ooh
CHORUS
The girl's gone wild
Drivin' out of control
The girl's gone wild
Are you ready to roll
The girl's gone wild
Love to take it fast
The girl's gone wild
Gonna make it last & last & last
Now you got my motor hummin'
You'll never see me comin'
Now you got my motor hummin'
You'll never see me comin'
Ooh - ooh -- can you feel the heat
Ooh - ooh
CHORUS
The girl's gone wild
Drivin' out of control
The girl's gone wild
Are you ready to roll
The girl's gone wild
Love to take it fast
The girl's gone wild
Gonna make it last & last & last
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
The Game Is Over
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaotic, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Game Is Over
THE GAME IS OVER
Lost and found six feet in the ground
If you don't pay attention gonna be locked down
The game is over
No busters no dust fast feet trust in the street
Plenty of possibilities in the life of a hustle
It was april 17 1985 my only street mission was to just stay alive
Thrived upon a game made people insane
Introduced by the same CIA who had made it that way
In the first damn place had to meet a money
Named school O.G. for a fee he could get you anything you need
Top speed hopped fences threw bricks saw tricks
Had a funny feeling in my gut that this was it
Believe I'll proceed to the next level devils
Had my situation twisted got to get lifted
Got to find the gifted put the money in
my palm son before you get rocked
Chorus
circle round the block just to get a different approach
if I hadn't done this wouldn't a seen the laser scope
back to proceeding with the feeling I was dealing with
I had to cross to Brooklyn cats got my back
but stopped dead in my tracks for some fiends wanted crack
I said get the hell away he said make my day
Had a split decision it's a scout no doubt must be other soldiers
Gunnin for me en route right about then schooly hit me up
The fiend got distracted threw him in the cut
Now I hopped the d train just to make it quick
All these fools on my trail got my head feeling sick
Now I just relax til I cover my tracks
Felt this tap on my shoulder didn't dare look back
Saw the kids reflection 22 my midsection
Didn't have a second so I dropped him quick
Chorus
Sunset Terrace
Artist(s): Buddha Belly
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Citysound Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Alone, Breakup, British, Broken Heart, Emotional, Heartfelt, Introspective, Leaving, Loss, Nostalgic, Passionate, Psychedelic, Relationship, Sad Memories, Separation, Sunset, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sunset Terrace
Sunset Terrace
Does anyone know the place
Where trouble ends and love begins?
She used to take me there somehow
Does anyone understand
How much I need her here with me?
It's too late, she's gone away
To Sunset Terrace now
Under a paper moon
A blackbird sings out of tune
As wolves dance around the room
She signs the will, she takes a pill
And she smiles.
She always tried to find
The pleasure trapped inside my pain
From her every kiss felt like a vow
I never understood
Why she'd want any part of me
It's too late, she's gone away
To Sunset Terrace now
Under the plastic sun
A carnival has begun
When rain scorches everyone
It's a perfect day
Your head and heart melt away
Under electric stars
Songs play a black guitar
Adrift in a junkyard car
You're all alone
Hang up the phone now and drive.
Does anyone know the place
Where trouble ends and love begins
She used to take me there somehow
Does anyone understand
How much I need her here with me?
It's too late, she's gone away
To Sunset Terrace now
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