Black No. 1 by Type O Negagive

 She's in love with herself

She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will

She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft

Yeah you want to go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
Dye em black
Black no. 1

Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For witch she's dressed
Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves
Everyday is Halloween

Loving you was like loving the dead

THE DUDE IS DISTURBING YET,,, I WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND...

Lift Every Voice and Sing by James Weldon, and J. Rosamond Johnson

 Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won

Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered
Out from the gloomy past
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast

God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
May we forever stand
True to our God
True to our native land
Our native land

THE BLACK NATIONAL ANTHEM

Come As You Are by Nirvana

 Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
(No I don't have a gun)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

YOU DON'T HAVE A GUN? COBAIN SPREADIN HIS LIBERAL IDEAS...

For the Kids by Homeboy Sandman

 I believe the children are our future

Boy Sand is for the kids

Lil' bro and lil' sis smoking cigs
Quit
Shouldn't you go study for a quiz?
STD is not pronounced "stid"
Who produced this?
6th
Kids 'tween 3 and 6 shouldn't have to tussle with the three sixes
Watching big chested vixens
Need to go and get they chest Vixed
Little black girls your hair is beautiful
You could leave it natural it's suitable
Forgive the adults that try to get you
To burn it, they've got self image issues
Turn off the TV and go to sleep
You're not a ugly duckling, you're a swan
I know you think that being different makes you weak
But being different makes you strong
This
Is
For
You
Think before you speak
Wash your hands before you take a leak
Don't be cocky when you take the lead
If you cocky light a match before you leave
Brush your teeth
Stop and smell the flowers seeds
Enjoy the sun showers seeds
De-shell your sunflower seeds
Don't crack when sides is pulling you
Between either going to math or cutting class and getting drunk
Don't let nobody bully you
Feels so much better having someone beat your ass than being a punk
Say no to drugs
Never turn your back on your bruhs
The object of life ain't making bucks
The object of life is spreading love
This
Is
For
You
I take the time to teach the kids in the streets
For the children like Asa and Unique
Little sisters, you ain't gotta be a freak
Even Nicki Minaj wasn't that at 13
Little brothers you ain't gotta be a fool
And I know they don't teach us nothing useful in them schools
But, if you hustle than consider school a tool
That you use against the devil so he don't fool you
Uh, consider these jewels
For growth and development, guidelines and rules
The little homies need to know it ain't cool
To openly disrespect the people that made you
Love your parents no matter the consequences
Before you go to sleep, don't forget to wash the dishes
And say a prayer before you eat something
That's a blessing because somebody get to eat nothing
This
Is
For
You

GOOD ADVICE HERE... TAKE NOTE...

 

Give Your Hands to Struggle by Sweet Honey in the Rock

If you see me stumble,
Don’t stand back and look on,
Reach out now, baby,
Give your hands to struggle.
Give your hands to struggle
Give your hands to struggle,
Give your hands to struggle,
Give your hands to struggle.
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba
Ba-ya-ya ba

If you feel my heart break
Don’t just count the sound waves
Hold me close now, baby
Give your arms to struggle.

If you see me crying
Don’t just pat my shoulder
Help me go on, right on
Give your strength to struggle.

If you hear my love song
Don’t stand back and listen
Help me sing it right now
Give your voice to struggle.

Then we’ll be moving
We’ll be really moving
Building up our union
If we give our all to struggle.

I WILL IF I CAN... I WILL IF I CAN... I WILL IF i CAN...

Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder

 Music is a world within itself

With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands

But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move

They can feel it all over
But they can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people, no, yeah

Music knows that it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won't quit
But here are some of music's pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget now

For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all, Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band could lose

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people

You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all, all, all-all-all over now people

Can't you feel it all over?
Come on, let's feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody all over people, go

SOME PEOPLE FEEL IT ALL OVER... AND IT TURNS OUT TO BE A RASH...

Who Farted in the Club by Dirt Nasty

Who farted in the club?
Somebody farted in the club
Who farted in the club?
In the VIP, it smelled like butt

Whoever smell't it, dealt it
Bullshit, who was eating shellfish?
Smelling like lobster ass
All the bitches leaving awkward fast
Reek worse than cheap cologne
Stanking up the whole damn zone
Holmes, I had to [?] my Patron
Party's over, time to go home
shit particles hit the mouth
I could tell you ate In-N-Out
Animal Style
You know who did it
Cause they the one with the smile
And I hope that it wasn't a bitch
Cause it'll smell like booty and fish
You know the shit wrong
[fuck it, somebody had to make this song

You fucking disgusting

What you eat, beef brisket or something?
Was it turkey, with the stuffing?
Point 'em out, I'mma snuff 'em
You need a colonic
Man, now I gotta spark up my chronic
And I was gonna save it for later
Your ass smelled like a dead frigerator
Have some respect player
There's baby's in the spot
We trying to get laid brah
You ruined the radius
Now it stank like poop and anuses
Take the shit outside
Poop butt, you burning my eyes
You must have ate diarrhea pie
So toxic, the bartender died

WHO INDEED? WHO DID IT? 

Roar by Katy Perry

 I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath

Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (hey)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (hey)
Get ready 'cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You're gonna hear me roar

Now I'm floatin' like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee, I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero

You held me down, but I got up (hey)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (hey)
Get ready 'cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You're gonna hear me roar

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you'll hear me roar)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You're gonna hear me roar

Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You're gonna hear me roar

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you'll hear me roar)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You're gonna hear me roar

WOW... THE IMPRESSION I GOT FROM AMERICAN IDOL WAS SHE WAS BAT SHIT... BUT SHE GOT SOME TALENT

Ultra Black by Nas

 Nas, Nas, Nas

Yeah
Nas, Nas
We goin' (We goin') we goin' (We goin')
Uh, uh
My pants 'posed to sag, yeah
We goin' ultra, yeah

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (We goin')
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (Uh)
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black, we goin' (We goin')
We goin' (We goin') uh

Rhythm and blues, pop, rock to soul to jazz
'Til my toes are tagged (Uh)
How I look being told I'm not supposed to brag?
Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts, we ultra black
Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that
Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black
Accept where I'm at and not fight me on it (Uh)
Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah)
Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black
Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha)
Oh yes, oh yes, God bless success
We goin' ultra black, like the Essence Fest
Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath
African black, so caress the flesh
Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac
Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter (Dest')
My son'll be my resurrection (Knight)
Constantly learnin' lessons, I never die, you get the message?
I hope you be better than I, life's precious (Precious)
Two steppin'
Sometimes I'm over-black, even my clothes are black
Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black
The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas)
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black (Yeah)
We goin' (We goin', we goin')

We goin' ultra black
Raiders, Oakland hat, I smoke to that
Pre-rolls and 'gnac, what's the results to that?
C-notes and bags (Uh)
She knows I'm classy like I'm Billy Dee Williams (Smooth)
Go ultra black (Uh), Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II
Black like out in the Lou', black don't crack
It's like the fountain of youth, the culture's black
Like Iman, she beautiful, goin' ultra black
To Africa, you say, "Go back"
I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah)
Black like cornrows, afros
Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Superbowls (Colin)
Hall & Oates, I can't go for that
Motown Museum, Detroit, I'm ultra black
This for New York and all the map
No matter your race, to me, we all are black

We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (We don't fold or crack)
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration)
We goin' ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin' ultra black (Black is beautiful)
We goin' (Black is beautiful)

Nas, Nas (Nas)

YES... IT IS TIME...

Ain't Got No, I Got Life by Nina Simone

 I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes

Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed
Ain't got no mind

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God

And what have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?

Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, got my hands
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my blood

I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got the life

I've got the life
And I'm gonna keep it
I've got the life
And nobody's gonna take it away
I've got the life

WELL... WHEN YOU DIE YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT...

Da Da Da by Trio

Aha, aha, aha
Aha
Aha
Aha

What you do and what you don't, aha
What you will and what you won't, aha
What you can and what you can't, aha
This is what you got to know
Loved you though it didn't show

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht

I know why you went away, aha
Understand you couldn't stay, aha
Wonder where you are today, aha
After all is said and done
It was right for you to run

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' mich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst dich nicht

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me

 I THINK THE TRANSLATION IS "I LOVE DICK NOT, YOU LOVE MUCH DICK" THEREIN LIES THE CONFLICT IN THIS RELATIONSHIP

Elected by Alice Cooper

 

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
Kids want a savior, don't need a fake
I wanna be elected
We're gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected, elected, elected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I gotta get the vote, and I told you about school
I wanna be elected, elected, elected
Hallelujah, I wanna be elected
Everyone in the United States of America
We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm
We're gonna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
We're gonna be elected, elected, elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, elected

HELLS YEA I'D VOTE FOR EM!

Pressure Drop by Toots and the Maytals

 Hmm hmm hmm, yeah

Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah

It is you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)
It is you
(Oh yeah)

'Cause a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you

I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Know that you were doing wrong
I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Know that you were doing wrong

Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah

I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you

It is you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)

I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop, a drop on you

I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure drop, oh pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure gonna drop on you, you, you
Pressure, pressure

WELL QUEEN SANG ABOUT BEING UNDER PRESSURE AND JOEL SANG ABOUT PRESSURE THEN THERE'S TOOTS SO I GUESS THE MUSIC INDUSTRY IS STRESSFUL...

German Kid by Dee Dee King

 This is Dee Dee King

On the mike
150 pounds
Of dynamite
The guy with the rhyme
About the PYRAMID
Bet you didn't know
I was a German Kid
UND ICH FINDE ES GUT
WENN LEUTE LACHT
ICH HABE DIE ENERGIE
ICH HABE DIE KRAFT
EIN HUEBSHES MAEDCHEN
GIBT MIR EIN KUSS
KEIN GELD FUER DEN TAKI
NEHM DEN BUS
ICH BIN DER KOENIG
VON MEIN HAUS
WENN DIE KINDER
SIND ZU LAUT
SCHREI ICH
GEH RAUS

Half American
Half German
Half American
Half German

UHHHH... I HAVE NO WORDS... NO WORDS

Flow With It (You Got Me Feeling Like) by St. Paul and the Broken Bones

 Is the way that I move with you

Is the way that my body grooves
Can we persuade our hips to lose
All of the time inside our room

You got me feeling like I can't hold you
We ain't gonna fight, let's flow with it
This feeling I have inside

Is it my lips that long for you
Is the heart that break in two
Can we use all this drugs we use
Just tryin to always confuse it

You got me feeling like I can't hold you
We ain't gonna fight, let's flow with it
This feeling I have inside now

You got me feeling like I can't hold you
We ain't gonna fight, let's just flow with it
You got me feeling, you got me feeling, you got me feeling
Can't hold you, I can't hold you, baby
We ain't gonna, we ain't gonna fight, we ain't gonna fight , we ain't gonna fight
Let's just flow with it

SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKYS... THEY ARE MOSTLY USELESS... BUT THEY STILL BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN YOU PUSH THEM DOWN THE STAIRS... THIS HAS NOTING TO DO WITH THE SONG... PRETTY GOOD...

Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil

Strummin' my six string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's nobody's fault

Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo

But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here, I haven't a clue

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think, hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home

But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault

Yes, and some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
And I know, it's my own damn fault

HOW WOULD IT BE TO BE FAMOUS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD AND TOUR YEAR AFTER YEAR FOR DECADE AFTER DECADE BASED ON ONE SONG YOU WROTE WHEN YOU WERE VERY YOUNG