Bel Canto - A shoulder to the wheel
You're conquered and your blood is pounding
in your ears
but you're doing fine
find the broken pieces and then start anew
you make yourself believe that you did
something right
Billy Gilman - Away In A Manager
Away In A Manager
(Traditional)

Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jes
Beth Nielsen Chapman - All The Time In The World
Away beyond the blue
One star belongs to you

And every breath I take
I'm closer to that place

Yeah, baby
I'm gonna meet you there
On the outskirts of the sky
Yeah, baby
Atreyu - Ain't Love Grand
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed,
someone somewhere stole your desire
The pain akin to, being punched in the throat, and stabbed in the chest
You would rather bleed tha

8 Mile - R.A.K.I.M


Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse
It's the

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack,
That know rap before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
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Beatles - All You Need Is Love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love

There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to
B.B. King - AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS
One night farmer Brown was takin' the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house something stirred
When he shouted, "Who's there?"
This is what he
Backstreet Boys - All I Have To Give (Conversation Mix)
Everything I have is for you

My name is Kev
And I like the type of girl
Who can love me for me
The type of girl
Who I can hold in my arms
And give her all that I have to give
Bauhaus - A God in an Alcove
Go and look for the dejected once proud
Idol remembered in stone aloud
Then on coins his face was mirrored
Take a look it soon hath slithered
To a fractured marble slab, renunciation c