Lyrics that tell a story

[70/30]

and/or teach a moral.

Red Velvet

One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin on ery'body talkin that bullshit

(Big Boi)
Now Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I'm down with 'Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y'all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
Ask me, do OutKast got some flows so you can blast me
Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin
Engi-neers in the studio see me rhymin
Don't get me wrong, got four albums; stay consistant
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for
Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow
Prioritize to live through
Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too
Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of..
finished.. college.. without you
I doubt you, do that though, so do this here
and keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin Big Boi spittin real G

(Hook)
Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your hel-met
Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

(Dre)
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased the newest Mercedes that lose half it's value soon as you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot
Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it
He got it-type nigga 'round the town, town, town
Had he not played it so flat
he ask you when half of these niggas hurtin and workin
Would be he be found, found, found
In a ho (ho) tel (tel) room (room) shot up (shot up)
With his dick shoved in some B got a lot up
Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face
of peasants when he Microsoft'n in the place
You gettin on my nerves, well I'm gettin on your case
Consider your surroundings or you leave without a trace

(Hook)

(Big Boi)
I know you got the biggest bank roll and you ballin
Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that toolie to his head

(Dre)
Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done

Don was the one who came in contact
with those with slow goals who prone to sell crack
On this megaphone, hey look world I'm on
You off, he floss hard cause he celebrate the fact

Little did he know that, waitin in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done

 

[70/30]

Make money. Be rich. But be careful how and who you advertise that to.

 

[Starfish]

Lady With a Fan~ Terrapin Station~At a Siding

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the
flames will grow, till things we've never seen will seem familiar.

Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.

While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den.

Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.

The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.

Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will come back, but he cannot be bought or sold.

Inspiration!, move me brightly.
Light the song with sense and color; Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask. Faced with mysteries dark and vast, Statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin.

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin Station.

In the shadow of the moon,
Terrapin Station.
And I know we'll get there soon,
Terrapin Station.

Terrapin

I can't figure out

Terrapin

If it's the end or beginning

Terrapin

But the train's put it's brakes on

Terrapin

And the whistle is screaming

TERRAPIN.



While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. With nothing to believe in,

Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.










"Inspiration" is from the Latin for "breathing in."

The entry for "Inspiration" in The Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics states that

"At least as early as Homer, inspiration holds a central place in Greek poetics, both as invocation to the gods, or, more often, the Muses for the gift of memorable speech, and also as claim that when the god does take possession, the poet enters a state of transcendant ecstasy or frenzy, a 'poetic madness' or furor poeticus. Throughout most of archaic Greek thought, the creation of art is associated with ritual, religion, and substance-induced ecstasis."


The lesson here is: It is clearly evident that drugs help this process along.


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