Drop Dead Gorgeous

[Murphy Lee]
Whooooooooooo, what up derrty?
Damn, that girl fine, that girl fine, that girl fine
Yo, yo, Kanye, yo turn it up, a little bit, whoo
[Hook]
Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke
One look and murder she wrote
She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead..
[Kanye West {*over the hook*}]
Yo, this is a Roc-a-Fella, St. Lunatics collaboration
Chi-Town and St. Louis
She said she ain't never seen Murphy Lee befo'
[Murphy Lee]
I called her back from an earlier beep
Fo' in the mornin' they be like "Nah, I wasn't sleep"
Convenient whore stay on top of convenient stores
Keep pictures of me in their Victoria Secret drawer
I keep somethin' hot on tour
Can ya, Kenyatta, make sure they know before what is really in store
See I adore the ones that call me Tory, true story

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song performed by Kanye West
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YouVe Got To Stand For Somethin

I've seen the rolling stones
Forgot about johnny rotten
Saw the who back in '69
Saw bobby seal
Talkin' to the panthers
Sayin' just what he had on his mind
I saw marlon brando
On a motorcycle
He was actin' out rebellion
I saw rocky stallone
In an x-rated movie
Called the italian stallion
I've seen lots of things
But i have not seen a lot of other things
Chorus:
(but i know)
You've got to stand for something
Or you're gonna fall for anything
You've gotta stand right up for somethin'
Or you're gonna fall....for anything

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song performed by John Mellencamp
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Motorcycle Driveby

Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower chelsea.
And I dont know what Im doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, and Im sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
Thats when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still Im the one whos stupid
And theres this burning, like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone, and Ive never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesnt fit with you.
I dont believe you, youre so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, youre guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And theres things Id like to do that you dont believe in,
I would like to build something, but youd never see it happen
And theres this burning, like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone, and ive, Ive never been so alive,

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song performed by Third Eye Blind
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Socialist Jesus

Revolution is dead,
buried next door to God
I Got his son's autograph,
at the souvenir shop
You can buy him on T-shirts,
and black duffle bags
Pin his sepulchral image,
on white dormitory walls
While rehearsing old prayers
Of old liberalisms brand
From a barging philosophy
In a consecrated ideology

Socialist Jesus
the second coming of '53
He road on a motorcycle
to the front page of history
Helping Amazonian Leopards
and Miners strike in Chile
His Pilate were black suits

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poem by Kevin Patrick
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The Big Boots of Pain

There can be certain potions
needled in the clock
for the body’s fall from grace,
to untorture and to plead for.
These I have known
and would sell all my furniture
and books and assorted goods
to avoid, and more, more.

But the other pain
I would sell my life to avoid
the pain that begins in the crib
with its bars or perhaps
with your first breath
when the planets drill
your future into you
for better of worse
as you marry life
and the love that gets doled out
or doesn’t.

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poem by Anne Sexton
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My Depression

Born in the southern land
Where a man is a man
Don't remember too much
Warm momma
Cold touch
Post-war baby boom
Fifty kids in one room
All white
Future bright
But living in a womb
Got a TV receiver
Jerry Mathers is the Beaver
No blacks
No queers
No sex
Mouseketeers
Daddy kept moving round
I can't settle down
Always.
The lost new kid in town

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song performed by Rick Springfield
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Traffic Jam

Carbon monoxide
Making me choke
No a.c.
And the radios broke
Cars backed up
Far as you can see
Seems like Ive been waiting here for all eternity
Oh, and just in case youre wondering
Ill tell you where I am
Im right here (right here) right here (right here)
Stuck right here in the middle of this...
Traffic jam
I havent moved one inch from this here spot
Traffic jam
The freeways one big parking lot
Traffic jam
My radiators boiling hot
And Im stuck right here in the middle (right here in the middle)
Right here in the middle of a traffic jam
Trapped inside

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song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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Gates Of Eden

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when neath the trees of eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the gates of eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter whos gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails

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song performed by Bob Dylan
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The beret must have been a dead give away

To this day I know that
the beret must have been
a dead give away,
and the shoulder flashes
also proclaimed something
of the military unit that I belonged to.

Tired and almost asleep on my feet
after the long military flight
out of the war zone,
the soft rain smelled
fresh and it was cold
where I hiked
the last stint home.

Fourteen days leave
came as a real blessing
and just being away
and back in the states
was really great

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Luggage Canada

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Dear Yvette

Verse 1
Yo yvette, theres a lot of rumours goin around
Theyre so bad, baby you might have to skip town
See somethings smellin fishy and they say its you
All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew
They say youre a man-eater during the full moon
Mascot of the senior boys locker room
They said yvette walked in, there wasnt too much rap
Her reputation got bigger, and so did her gap
Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better
Imma sit down and write you a long letter.
Chorus
Dear yvette x4
Verse 2
Im glad you aint my sister, then again if you was
Id have to treat you like you was my distant cuz
Im not a news reporter, I dont mean to assume
What should I think? I seen ya comin out the mens bathroom
You wasnt in there alone, wasnt usin the phone
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was moan.

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song performed by LL Cool J
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Ya Ya Ya

[intro:]
Ah no the fights out
Somebodys about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, cash money, nivea, jive/ miss nivea
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[verse 1:]
Atl where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that

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song performed by Nivea
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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Ya Ya Ya (feat. Lil Wayne)

(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro:]
Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss Nivea
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Verse 1:]
ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me

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song performed by Nivea
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The Winner

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, 'Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
Yeah, he's a winner.'

But I'd had myself about five too many, and I walked up tall and proud,
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he'd never stooped or bowed.
I said, 'Tiger Man, you're a pussycat,' and a hush fell on the crowd,
I said, 'Let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner'

Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand and he braced against the wall,
He slowly looked up from his beer....my God, that man was tall.
He said, 'Boy, I see you're a scrapper, so just before you fall,
I'm gonna tell you just a little what a means to be a winner.'

He said, 'You see these bright white smilin' teeth, you know they ain't my own.
Mine rolled away like Chiclets down a street in San Antone.
But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones.
And he only broke three of mine, and that make me a winner.'

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poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Understand That This Is a Dream

Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
I am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up what
happens when I try to move?
I dream that I move
and the effort moves and moves
till I move / and my arm hurts
Then I wake up / dismayed / I was dreaming / I was waking
when I was dreaming still / just now.
and try to remember next time in dreams
that I am in dreaming.
And dream anything I want when I'm awaken.
When I'm in awakeness what do I desire?
I desire to fulfill my emotional belly.
My whole body my heart in my fingertops thrill with some old fulfillments.
Pages of celestial rhymes burning fire-words
unconsumable but disappear.

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poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Leave Me Alone

(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)
(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who dont know
What Ive been going through to make my own, yeah...
Now its time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think Im a monster, ill circus clown, Im not a specimen
Dont look at me funny when I come around
And yall been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they cant, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, its a shame
As I see em watching bet
Theres a million of creative rappers tryin to be me
Im starting to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They dont want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes

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song performed by Prodigy
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Your escapades and your having to wear red

So you have gone to Burma
Blending with the natives in the jungle there
You trembled in East Timor
Afraid that you cannot return home
You were like a louse
Hiding in the eye of the storm
In the middle of their war
In your escapades

Shocks!

And all the rest were also shocked
Mr. Takahashi
Has become your new name
While you bade goodbye
To the French journalist
At the airport
If the plane somehow crashes

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your escapades and your having to wear red

So you have gone to Burma
Blending with the natives in the jungle there
You trembled in East Timor
Afraid that you cannot return home
You were like a louse
Hiding in the eye of the storm
In the middle of their war
In your escapades

Shocks!

And all the rest were also shocked
Mr. Takahashi
Has become your new name
While you bade goodbye
To the French journalist
At the airport
If the plane somehow crashes
Your name on the list is
Takahashi

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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