by Canibus on album For Whom The Beat Tolls
[Vocal 1] I got bored with four beats to the measure Professor speech compressor terminated his tenure to explore a more rewarding adventure Take a closer look at the bars You'll see I'm not
by Shing02 on album Live from Tokyo (iTunes Exclusive)
Luv(sic) Lovesick like a dog with canine sensitivity Developing this new theory of relativity Connecting our souls resting in captivity Positive life sacrifice what it is to me Our history, only a qua
by Shing02 on album Hydeout Productions: First Collection
Luv(sic) Lovesick like a dog with canine sensitivity Developing this new theory of relativity Connecting our souls resting in captivity Positive life sacrifice what it is to me Our history, only a qua
by Shing02 on album Live from Tokyo (iTunes Exclusive)
Luv(sic) Lovesick like a dog with canine sensitivity Developing this new theory of relativity Connecting our souls resting in captivity Positive life sacrifice what it is to me Our history, only a qua
by Martika on album 100 Hits: 80s Remixes
There's a fire in my eyes It should come as no surprise to you If I've shown you once or twice How I feel it's because it's the truth You know that it's true Wanted to tell you so many times How I fe
by Martika on album 80s: 100 Remixes
There's a fire in my eyes It should come as no surprise to you If I've shown you once or twice How I feel it's because it's the truth You know that it's true Wanted to tell you so many times How I fe
by Martika on album The Best of Martika: More Than You Know
There's a fire in my eyes It should come as no surprise to you If I've shown you once or twice How I feel it's because it's the truth You know that it's true Wanted to tell you so many times How I fe
by Martika on album More Than You Know
There's a fire in my eyes It should come as no surprise to you If I've shown you once or twice How I feel it's because it's the truth You know that it's true Wanted to tell you so many times How I fe
by The Rolling Stones on album The Rolling Stones Singles Box Set (1971-2006)
Hey, what am I doing standing here on the corner of West 8th Street and 6th Avenue and... Ah, skip it. Nothing. Keith! Watcha, watcha doing? (whistle) Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get o
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
Saturday morning jumped out of bed And put on my best suit Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you Knocked on your door with heart in my hand To ask you a question ' Cause I know that y
by Lewis Taylor on album Stoned Part 1
How you stoned me, baby (Part 1) Hey, are you having fun? How you've made a mess like this I just don't know Did I crumble? I told you so You stoned me, baby And I don't think I'll ever recover now An
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
Twenty-one nights of torture Twenty-one nights of fear Twenty-one days in jail And nobody seems to care Twenty-one days of torture Twenty-one nights of fear I got twenty-one days in jail Nobody seems
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
Twenty-one nights of torture Twenty-one nights of fear Twenty-one days in jail And nobody seems to care Twenty-one days of torture Twenty-one nights of fear I got twenty-one days in jail Nobody seems
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
Easy baby, hmm, easy baby Easy baby, won't you love me night and day? You don't have to work all day, just to make love to me and say Easy baby, hmm, easy baby Easy baby, will daddy love you night an
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
I want to tell you a story, about my girl, she's the sweetest thing I know, in this world. She's fine, And she's neat, Everything about you is so sweet, and I'm so glad, I'm so glad she belongs to me
by Magic Sam on album Square Dance Rock
All your love, baby can it be mine All your love, baby can it be mine I hate to be the one The one love you left behind All your love, baby don't put around All your love, baby don't put around Love
by Manticora on album The Black Circus, Part 1: Letters
Manticora Black Circus (Part 2) Gypsies Dance Pt.2 As you enjoy the show we stealthily sneak around Behind the rows of spectators we empty your pockets If your eyeballs were purely made of gold We'd r