Spearhead Lyrics
Spearhead Lyrics
"Runfayalife Lyrics"
Waste Of Time Lyrics
How Much longer will I be waiting for you You know I`ve been thinking of what I`m gonna do I knew when I saw you the look on your face I hardly had to ask you over to my place I`ve been waiting anticapating you. You know it`s just a waste of time Hopeing I would change my mind W
How Much longer will I be waiting for you You know I`ve been thinking of what I`m gonna do I knew when I saw you the look on your face I hardly had to ask you over to my place I`ve been waiting anticapating you. You know it`s just a waste of time Hopeing I would change my mind W
Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
Police in the city
is shuttin all the clubs down
it's lookin like a ghost town
ya know Mary- what we gotta do?
Hell Yeah!
we gotta go underground"
To da place -from which we all came from
house parties-they was always fun
remember tryin to rig a sound system
everybody- would bring a donation
when we needed- to get a turn table
my man Zulu
would borrow one from aunt Mable
set it up in the corner-
turn the lights down until the mornin'
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Buy A Ticket Lyrics
Buy a ticket and get on. Sail out into the great beyond. Write me if it's any good there at all. Fly out over the sky and the ocean. Look down upon the memories and the ghosts and try to see another side of your self. Save up all the money in your checks. Try and find yourself another place to live and tra
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(chorus)Buy a ticket and get on. Sail out into the great beyond. Write me if it's any good there at all. Fly out over the sky and the ocean. Look down upon the memories and the ghosts and try to see another side of your self. Save up all the money in your checks. Try and find yourself another place to live and tra
But the party ain't started till the speaker's blown
NO! NO! NO!
Run fa ya life!
The party ain't started 'till the speaker's blown
While he was settin up camp
someone else would bring a home stereo amp
with a note from they mama-
"don't turn it up loud or it's a goner"
sorry mama- there's no chance
cause if the shit ain't bumpin'
people ain't gonna dance
"know what I'm sayin'" ("Turn that shit up")
everybody in the place would bring a few speakers
string em all togetha like they was sneakers
and say a pra
Sometimes Lyrics
Sometimes I move in chains But I never feel the pain I wish I could explain Sometimes Sometimes it goes so fast I try to make some moment last I watch it slippin' past Sometimes I get this infernal need I'm losin' ground Gotta make up speed R
er- before we turn it on Sometimes I move in chains But I never feel the pain I wish I could explain Sometimes Sometimes it goes so fast I try to make some moment last I watch it slippin' past Sometimes I get this infernal need I'm losin' ground Gotta make up speed R
hopin that the amp- wouldn't get blown.
I asked Mary watcha think of it
"now we need a D.J. to work this shit"
so everybody- would bring a few singles- get
the beat bumpin
and then start to mingle
(chorus)
Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
Every brother and every sister
would pay respect up to the ancestors
we would dance and we would celebrate
even though we live in a police state
then the pigs- would try to make a statement
with a ticket- for noise abatem
Summertime Lyrics
well the trust was broke 'cause the words were wrong and faith is weak but the wind is strong a feather falls and the horses whine when the cold wind blows in the summertime in the summertime in the summertime well I don't know much and I don't lie
nt well the trust was broke 'cause the words were wrong and faith is weak but the wind is strong a feather falls and the horses whine when the cold wind blows in the summertime in the summertime in the summertime well I don't know much and I don't lie
but we kept it pumpin' -till the braekadawn
then we told the cops
they gotta break the door down
and today -across the nation- don't ya know
it's the same situation
alotta cities lookin like a ghost town
but the house party will never be shut down
no no no!
(chorus)
Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
(repeat)
This one's dedicated to all the DJ's, rappers,
Promoters, producers who continue to throw
jams in the face of adversity. Peace
Peace to the informal nation. Word Up!