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Caged Bird |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Driving, Funky/Groove, and Percussive/Drums
Scene Descriptions:
Film Trailer, Road Trip, and Victory
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Strings, and Synth
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #8
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main mix
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3:13
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Caged Bird Lyrics
chorus:
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Being locked up is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I say!
I jumped on the planet and I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain sometimes with a straight face
Just another hate case, you control your fate Ace!
Long walks down the lonely road turned path paved
Bask in the cascade, grey clouds circle me
Tuned to the channel so their energy will work on me
All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree
Internally, avoid an away story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison noise
Step in the spot like I'm not that popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you tell me what I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and observe
First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking bird
Lookin for the truth in the booth when I serve
Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, don't try to box 'em up
chorus:
I open a lot cause I smash it with brute force
Flew over the roof, headed North on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world while they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait
Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover good as I been to her
Couldn't put an end to her, cause she got followers
Whole flock of spitters and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God said say no more
Find a piece of mind like a needle in the haystack
Grind on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack
Seatack, cry me a riverboat
If I don't fly back, still gotta give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class rain or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you needed her for real
Buildin my art from the parts that they overlooked
Fuse lit from the last match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't even leave the ground
Let the heart glide on, don't buy the muck
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Fire |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Feel-Good and Funky/Groove
Scene Descriptions:
Game Day
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar and Synth
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #2
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main mix
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4:11
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Fire Lyrics
chorus:
Fi-yah! Fah fi-fi-fi
Fa-fiii-yah, fa-fa-fi-yahhhhh (Love life let it love you back)
Yeah, what's really goin on?
Yeah, Aceyalone
Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
C'mon
Yo there's somethin wrong with my radio dial
Some of these fools just ain't got style
I don't know why and I don't know how
But I do know a dude low and you so foul
Let's do the thing most people do with it
Who could it be but the one that done did it
I come with it, yeah rain or shine
I lit it up I hit it up I came to grind
And the game ain't mine but it will be when I'm done
Right now I like to kill MC's for fun
Let your momma know, she'll feel me like a son
And when I'm dead and gone I'll still be #1
I got heat like underneath your seat like
Stoppin at the street light, but I ain't the beef type
I got the herb though, when it's green and crystal-ly
I smoke a joint and hit the mic the rest is history
Aceyalone, but you can call me Acey
I'm a real O.G. like Count Basie
Hook up the recipe so nice and tasty
When I'm done they screamin out Aceyalone, lace me
I'm outspoken, I'm not about jokin
I'm from California but I'm not from Oakland
But they my folks now, fool I'm from SoCal
Put it down like a champion on vocals
Yeah! We always rockin
It's always tight around here
Yeah! Look
Pull everybody in this bitch close the doors up
Mines up, yours up, get your bars up
Hold up, freeze up, G's and hearts up
Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
Didn't you notice by my swagger I was an ar-tist
I came here to party out with you and your partners
Square as a dollar bill, twice as harder
Before I start up, I put my guard up
My timeshare's open to whoever can use it
My music make more love than you did
My new shit rock, RJ produced it
New kid on the block, nah I'm used to it
Slide through, ride through, technicolor my
Technique spit heat like no other I'm
Low key, high signed yet discovered
Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other I
Come through, one-two, that's all it takes for me
Old school, new school, servin 'em basically
All in the future so just don't wait for me
World class champion forever and faithfully
Lifestyle freestyle tryin to get past it though
Hold mine, goldmine, keepin it classical
How we rock it just so cunnin and masterful
And that's that flow that the people was askin fo'
Yeah man, I mean
I try to tell 'em from the gate man
We just spreadin this out, we gon' give it
We gon' give life a good ol' shot, yeah umm
I'm shootin for mines, I'm puttin everything in a pot
Yeah, huh, bet that, bet that
Project Blowed, I'm {?} Park's finest
Billy Higgins, the world stage, Dynasty and rhymers
I'm like primer, underneath your fresh paint
Don't you ever think to let you try to say the West ain't
Whattup {?}, Mikah 9, Medusa
2Mex, PEACE, Ave, 'Driver and Jupiter
Ben Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood
Big Pun, no name, up to no good
Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page
Party ain't over 'til I disengage
But shut your mouth up you always barkin
What'chu gonna do when your world get darkened
Pull up on the side of you right where you're parkin
Light flash in front of you and life start sparkin
Hold me down and I'll hold you up
I'm hot ice, cold in the cut, nigga what
I take flight, soarin to higher heights
I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
I said - I take flight, soarin to higher heights
I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
C'mon!
Yeah, respect to all my fallen soldiers
That had to leave this lifetime early
Big up to my homies that's already here
Big up to my my my homies, my family
My peoples, my uncles, my aunties
My cousins, my two sisters my brother
My mother and father, one love to everybody
You know, do good, do good on yo' - on yo' journey
I'm tryin to do good on mine, I'm holdin it down
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Here & Now |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Moody and Percussive/Drums
Scene Descriptions:
End Title/Credits and Victory
Subgenres:
East Coast, Old-School, and Turntablism
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Harp, and Piano
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #13
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main mix
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4:21
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Here & Now Lyrics
When I first splashed out the water
It was all wet, covered in blood
Momma covered in sweat
The umbilical cord wrapped around my neck
Choking me, doctor pushing me and poking me
I said to the motherfucking nurse, you must be joking me?
Ten fingers, ten toes like it's supposed to be
Thank God it ain't a cocame, thats when my momma spoke to me
She said son, your uzi weighs a ton
The world for you has just begun, now go out there
And have some fun and don't abuse time with earth
Cause time is poured in gold
The here is here, the now is now and the world is hella cold
So off into the street I strolled
I think I was supposed to take your head
As far as I was told it's shake, shaking the dice
You should take, take my advice
Dealing with snakes and mice, that means you can't win from losing
I never have trouble choosing, it's what I'm gonna be using
If it ain't worth doing now, it ain't worth doing at all
I ain't bullshitting with y'all
Your life is here & now
No need to beach, you're proud
These moments won't belong to you
Tomorrow
Well here I am, here I stand, here I be
Behind this mic trying to set my life free
Let my shit be, testimony of the G
Who seen sights that other people just couldn't see
They say where you wanna do it, I say here
They say when you wanna do it, I say now
They say how? I say with my style
One of the few things I got in this world
My family and couple of friends, my beautiful baby girl
And procrastination, lack of motivation in your operation
I'm sorry, but I just don't have the patience, you'll never get
A second chance to dance, while you sit on your hands
We spit out the jazz for the fans, I'm soo far advanced
I had to bring it back sum, and I said fuck it
Let's take it to the maximum, like walking with ya legs broken
Mic smokin' arms, dragon, staggering and laughing here and now
I don't cry later, I put it down now, I don't wanna try later
I seize the time with ease from behind
I freeze-frame the game for the grind, I came for your mind
Not for the fame with the deaf, dumb and blind
Cause everybody's gonna get just what come to 'em
Find your guide and run to 'em
"real shit"
I wanna talk now, no you can't call me back
You're too anxious, yeah you can call me that
I wanna eat now, cause there's the food right there
No I can't wait, I just want my fair share
So where the fool that call all the shots at?
Patience is a virtue, yeah man I got that
But my clock reads half past the monkey's ass
And a quarter to his balls and it's moving fast
I just wish some people wouldn't dick around
Cause I wanna hear it now, I can't stick around
So I probably won't be in the lobby
Waiting for bobby to give me a jobby jobby
Aceimo, primo, Kimosabi, knees knobby
But stand firm not wobbly, so where we at
Right here where time is at now, motherfuck the date
Motherfuck the trial
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Heaven |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Dark, Funky/Groove, and Quirky
Scene Descriptions:
Game Day
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar and Keyboard
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Mooore |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Dark and Ominous
Scene Descriptions:
Film Trailer and Fist Fight
Featured Instruments:
Synth
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #4
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main mix
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4:29
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Mooore Lyrics
chorus:
More, and more, and more
They want more, and more, and more
More, and more, and more
I want more, and more, and more
They always want a little more than they got
Never take a little when they always take a lot
Didn't any want more cause they never stop
You always on the bottom and they always on the top
They know what to say, you face em every day
Always got a place for you in case you wanna play
A fire in the hole couldn't chase em away
They come around and take it all and never wanna stay
Gotta have extra, add to the texture
I don't want a lecture, but that's a nice gesture
Need a bigger portion, put it on my plate
Gluttony and suddenly, there's nothing else to take
Less is more, unless you poor
Gimme everything and leave a mess on the floor
Want the best score and the rest of yours
They forge and the gorge and they whore just a little bit...
No they not satisfied no it's not enough
Make mine bigger pile it up to the roof
Over your head I need more bread
Even my ego needs to be fed
Lock and load, headed for the war zone
I need more stones to crush more bones
Greedy and lust for em must have been known
We only want everything leave us alone
Want you to give up more than you ever did before
Open doors so I never get bored
It's never too many, gimme, gimme, gimme
Come on down my chimney and gimme something good
Add something to it super size kick it up a notch
Gimme everything that you got in your stock
Make it a double I don't want trouble
I'm taking all the rest of these, don't look puzzled
It's perfectly normal to not have morals
No more talented they want every morsel
Who is the mortal I see every morning
With more than a little bit he must be important
No I'm not surprised you want more fries
You wanna be formally immortalized
Mortified at the borderline
Cause this moron got more than mine
I need morphine, I want more things
The morgage is due and I need more green
To get more high, bye, bye, bye
Take it or steal it or get it with a lie
An eye for an eye, make it more wide
I need more room when I jump the ride
There's more than enough more stuff I can hide
I need all mines in an endless supply
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Solomon Jones |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Campy, Party, and Quirky
Scene Descriptions:
End Title/Credits
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #9
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main mix
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3:46
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Solomon Jones Lyrics
A bunch of wild boys was hangin around at the local neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept droppin quarters down in the jukebox playin all the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playin cars lookin hard was big bad Solomon Jones
And watchin over his luck was the love of his life his lady that was known as Simone
Went out of the night which was dark and cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room
Stumbled into thug who-a smelled like bud and his eyes looked high as the moon
He looked like a man with his foot in the grave and his lifetime 'bout to be out
Yet he slapped down some hundred dollar bills on the bar
And he yelled out "Drinks on the house"
Now nobody could place where this dude was from but we knew that he was far from home
But we drank to his health and the last to drink, was big bad Solomon Jones
Now there's some G's who just run the streets, and they live life in and out of jail
And such was he, that kind of O.G., that looked like he been through hell
With his hair in cornrows, a mean mug grill, like a dog whose day is done
He lit up the green stuff in his cigar, and he took hits one by one
Now I got to thinkin who this cat could be, and what the hell is goin on
Yeller turned around and who was starin at him, the lady that was known as Simone
In the white t-shirt all stained with dirt, he was tryin not to be rude
But he was tryin to find another good song on the jukebox so he could just set the mood
Have you ever been out in the city streets, where the game they play is so clear
Where the police and gangsters control the block, and gunshots is all that you hear?
When the only sound are the drums of war, and you left out in the cold
A half-dead man in a half-dead world, on a yellow brick road to gold
Then all of a sudden the music changed, and everyone just held their pulse
But it felt like your life had been robbed from you, and everything that you held close
That someone had stolen the woman you loved, and that her love was a devil's lie
That your heart was gone, and the best thing that you could do was crawl away and die
It's the painful cry of a man's despair, deep down in his bones
I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones
Then the stranger turned, and his eyes had burned in a most peculiar way
And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt, he sat down to watch it sway
Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin, and he spoke in a voice so clear
"Boy you don't know who I am, and I know that you just don't care
Now I'mma say these words cause these words are true and when I'm done here I'll be gone
But one of you boys is a sheisty dog and his name is Solomon Jones"
Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark
Then a woman screamed, and the lights came on, and the two men laid stiff as starch
With a bullet in his head and pumped full of lead was big bad Solomon Jones
While the thug from the street who was holdin his heat
And holdin on to that lady named Simone
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Cornbread, Eddie & Me |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Dark and Driving
Scene Descriptions:
Film Trailer and Fist Fight
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #3
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main mix
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2:47
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Cornbread, Eddie & Me Lyrics
chorus:
Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat
Ah man, I'm just a brother whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the hood
Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would
Be a dope when it's not a laughin matter
Modern contemporary man still hunt and gather data
They want glamour, the priceless prize
Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your eyes
Give 'em a inch they take a yard and they pull your card
Throw a wrench so far in yours it'll leave a scar
Raise the bar, I pass it with the right scholastics
They made it plastic, that's why they couldn't grasp it
I always knew that you would fail me
Once shame on me twice you shouldn't have to tell me
And I'll be damned if I'll let you get away with that
I just ain't playin that, that's that bullshit!
Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs
Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left
Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song
Fight somebody your own damn size
You dead wrong, thinkin you won't meet yo' demise
This baby here, gon' grow up to be a king
I don't know how you seein things, but that's a fact
It'll be over my dead body
If I let you put a mother{fuckin} monkey on his back
Shit ain't changed, it's just the choices
The voices in your head sayin do what you don't gotta do
They scared of themselves which means that they scared of me
And them the same, punk-ass fools that shot at you
The lord giveth and he taketh away
God bless that I can live to see another day
And if I had it my way I'd hang you all by the neck
Have some respect, I'll serve and protect
Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat
And if my teachers could see you now
They'll take your head, cause you probably wouldn't even bow
You ain't humble, you mumble jumble
Your tower of so-called power'll crumble
You killed my uncle, put a dagger through my brother's heart
I need another start, cause if I knew then
What I know now, it'll be wild
Booyaka! Booyaka! I'll put you in the ground
A peaceful man ain't got no place here
I guess you wanna see 'em all die with the lambs
I face fear everyday 'til the space is clear
Then I fight 'em like a man cause it's what I am
Somebody told me the road to freedom is lonely
But I swear I ain't goin on my own
I'm takin my sisters, my families, my homies
Now I'm about to take this mother(fucker) home
Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat
Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs
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Supahero |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Party and Quirky
Scene Descriptions:
In Love
Featured Instruments:
Synth
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #5
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main mix
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4:11
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Supahero Lyrics
Uhhh, uh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mere baby let me talk to you
Uh, RJ let me tell you somethin
Better yet let me ask you somethin
What is it that you want?
Cause I know you say a lot of different things in a lot of different ways
But I ain't got no S on my chest and I ain't Superman
I'm not.. I'm just me, check it out
chorus:
Baby I'm your star, but you lookin for a superhero
And Superman don't fly no more cause he ain't one with the people
Baby I'm your star, but you lookin for a superhero - and he ain't there
He ain't nowhere to be found cause he should be fightin evil
I want to love you, cause that's my duty
It's not your booty, it's not your beauty
You're not just a cutie you make me whole
It's not the movies where they fake the role
I try to take control, for the sake of soul
But the only thing I get to do is scrape the bowl
When God made me he said break the mold
And put foot to the concrete to shake the road
I don't have powers like a Caped Crusader
But I do got powers like an Ace Invader
Back in the days he had so much flavor
He was so major to get you out of danger
Now you can't find him and he's just a stranger
And if you did he'd probably give you the finger
You hit channel zero on your channel changer
And your hero with a lifesaver threw you an anchor
Yeah baby love, and maybe love
A joke or a fairytale, one of the above
I really don't know what you thinkin of
I can't make a web from underneath my glove
I can't see through walls but I can see through you
You dress up the doll but that's all you do
You fell for him, he didn't fall for you
I'm just me, that's all I got to offer you
I don't save the day, I just pave the way
In the city of Gotham another day's a day
I know it pays to play, but I ain't playin
I ain't layin my coat down, know what I'm sayin?
You want lots of muscles and lots of green
But my hustle and bustle is my only thing
It ain't at all bad as my last song seems
You need a star in your life and not in your dreams
Yeah you know I could do it but
Right now my cape is in the cleaners
But as soon as I get it out I'mma get at you
Yeah
Cause I can be everything you want, anything you need
Yeah baby, anything you need
I'm it, I'm the shit
Yeah, pure, unadulterated, beyond a shadow of a doubt, perfection
That's me
But you lookin for a superhero
Ain't one with the people
I'm perfectly flawed
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A Sunday Mystery |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Scene Descriptions:
Rainy Day
Featured Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, and Synth
Vocal Types:
Instrumental
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #10
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main mix
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1:34
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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High Lights |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Feel-Good and Quirky
Scene Descriptions:
Sunny Day
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Piano, and Synth
Vocal Types:
Female and Male
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #6
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main mix
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3:23
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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High Lights Lyrics
Light it up! Yeah
Put it in the air (high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)
Bubble kush, cat piss, purple rain
Hash plant, thai stick, white widow, wreck the train
Indo, outdo', to the brain
Orange brown redhead, green, the potent strains
Bongs, blunts, and zig-zags
Bubblers, bowls, blowin out of big bags
Twist up, roll up, pack up, hit that
Scent so strong in the air, where you get that?
Afghan, Pakistan, lamb's bread, skunk
Acapulco Goldy, hydro funk
Blueberry, chronic, chocolate chunk
Northern lights, buddha bless, Cannabis Cup
And that's what's up
chorus:
(high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)
The legislation wants regulation
Want to interfere with my cultivation
My personal usage for meditation
And medication to help the patients
Cancer, asthma, emphysema
Back pains, migraines, grass is greener
Glaucoma, arthritis, epileptic seizures
Medicine man make me a believer
Cheech & Chong, "Reefer Madness"
"Half Baked," _How High_ heal the masses
Light that, puff that, dump the ashes
Take 2, take 3, take 4 and pass it
(high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)
Super silver, Hawaiian haze
Sativa, indica, Solomon's grave
Genesis, chapter one verse twelve ways
Marijuana, hashish, everybody blaze
Fuels and fibers, energy saved
When the natives met the travelers, guess what they gave
All praise due to the seeds they raised
And the people all over the world that smoke J's
Kings and queens, musicians, actors
Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers
Low key blazers and green bowl packers
If Mary Jane is in the house then I'm gon' mack her
(high lights, high lights)
This is dedicated to everybody in the world that smoke weed
Legalize it
(high lights, high lights)
Eat it, use it for fibers, Aceyalone
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Junior |
Magnificent City |
Hip-Hop/Rap |
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Keywords:
Feel-Good, Funky/Groove, and Sentimental
Scene Descriptions:
Sunny Day
Featured Instruments:
Electric Guitar, Flute, Organ, and Percussion
CD/Track #:
Magnificent City, #11
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main mix
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3:41
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Magnificent City
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160k MP3
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Junior Lyrics
Yo, what up?
This is Aceyalone
What's happening?
Yo
Let me tell you a story real quick about one of my partners
About this cat I know
One of my homeboys, and we just gonna call him Junior
Yeah, Junior got some money just for being a good kid
He sealed it up and never even opened up the lid
Girls gave him candy cause he treated him nice
He took it home and chopped it up, and doubled up the price
Miss Thomas at the parent's conference said we honest
She was astonished at his confidence and what he accomplished
He respected his elders, but he knew who he liked
He listened before he talked, and he never would fight
It's like, everybody knew him or they wanted to know him
And anytime they did something for him, they felt that they owed him
He was learning a life game that no one would show him
He had more than an idea of where he was going
He grew into a young man and gained some trust
And he had a knack for pleasing people, and that was a plus
Any situation he was in, he would adjust
He never cussed, and he never fussed what he discussed
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
We was the same age, but I still looked up to him because we had this thing together
Some people just got that knack, and you can't do nothing about it
But he ended up being a victim of circumstance because he's on the rise and, you know, he's gotta battle against the odds
And my man had such a good demeanor
He was smart, man
And he was a hustler
And he had his [? ] up
And he had a natural ability to bring people together
And which people he brought together
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Junior had it good
Junior had it good
Junior had it good
Junior had it good
By the time he turned 26, he was intense
He was becoming a young prince with a whole lot of sense
Not only could he make money hustling white
He had a little bit of everything to get you some height
They made cash with him so nobody wanted to hit him
But they'd get him if they had to get him, get rid of him quick
But why kill off the goose if you're making the grip
And why kill off the captain if you run a good ship?
Some people are strong
Some people are weak
Other are smart, but still don't got a stomach for the streets
But Junior had a different angle, he was an angel
The Calypso changed, though, the game could tango
Cause he can't tango or dance with wolves or waltz with a rattlesnake
What would it prove?
They started salting up his program, hoping he'd lose
But he stayed cool, and he stayed steady, making moves
Yeah, okay meanwhile, Junior's off doing his thing, and living up to his full potential
But the haters, and I don't even want to call them that cause they're worse than that
But he's become a victim of the monster
You know, the machine, the revolving door
It's them that's got versus them that can't get, and ain't gonna never get
Man, four years later, Junior got him a nice stack
Compared to what he used to have, now he's got twice that
When beef is at his door, he decided to ice that
Now knowing more and more, he was caught in a mice trap
He wanted to fight back
But who could he tell?
The lesser of the two evils would just put him in a cell
Everybody around knew that Junior was frail
But he didn't need muscles to make it, all he needed was a scale
A hundred and twenty-thousand in cold hard cash
A stash at gun blast that don't even ask
You get beat by the only one thing that can beat you
Defeat you, cheat you, the streets will eat you
Jealousy and envy make a person deceitful
Then you add greed to it, combination is lethal
Well it's a short life knowing that it won't be a sequel
Sometimes bad things just happen to good people
Yeah. So they killed him
They murdered him in cold blood
He died face-down in front of an empty safe
And for the fools that did this, I hope you rot in hell
I hope you live in hell
For my nigga, Junior
Rest in peace
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