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WOLVES AT THE GATE
The Harvest Lyrics

The valley is wide and the canyons are deep
For a harvest is ready of that which to reap
Many before grabbed a sickle to shear
But their days have past and your time is near
So listen to me
and heed my words see
The world will tell you
that we are foolish
My words are not of simple flesh and blood
My words are not of simple flesh and blood
There is a famine of truth and love
So we must press forward, forget what’s behind
But still we must go and advance His Word
But still we must go

We must go now!
We must go now!
No looking back we press on
No looking back we press on to the kingdom of God

Have our hands worked the fields for Your glory?
Or have our tongues spoken of Your story?
Have our feet seen the pain in the labor?
Or have we wandered off and wavered?

Racing the clock with our selfish involvement
Pacing our walk till the sun falls, the day’s spent
Have the stalks seen the blade of your sheer?
And will you labor and work for your rest, rest is
near?

If only I can see things through Your eyes
Ignite in me a burning flame
Forsaken life I count it as loss for the sake of the
cross
Before the sun goes down

Before the coming of night
One will have I, and testament I will observe
One will have I, and testament I will
I will serve

Have our hearts felt the anguish of toil?
Or worked the ground tiling broken soil?
Have our eyes seen the joy in the reaping?
Or have we shied from our work with our sleeping?

Racing the clock with our selfish involvement
Pacing our walk till the sun falls, the day’s spent
Have the stalks seen the blade of your sheer?
And will you labor and work for your rest, rest is
near?

If only I can see things through Your eyes
Ignite in me a burning flame
Forsaken life I count it as loss for the sake of the
cross
Before the sun goes down

My family as one unite
The time is ever nearing as we’re losing daylight
So listen to me and heed my words see
The world will tell you that we are foolish
Hear you now the Master’s voice it calls
Hear you now the Master’s voice it calls
The harvest is plenty but the workers are few
The harvest is plenty but the workers are few

JIM DIAMOND
Hi Ho Silver Lyrics

Sometimes I sit yeah
Feeling alone
No one to talk to
I got no telephone
And at night I wake up
I just lie and stare
Come on and save me from this nightmare

Hi Ho Silver
Here come the lone ranger
He’s riding on down
To rescue me

I know the road I must take
With a wink of my eye
I leave old friends behind like old alibi
I’ll take all they throw against me
I make a stand
For truth and justice and for the common man

Hi Ho Silver
Here come the lone ranger
He’s riding on down
To rescue me

And I guess it took some time
For me to decide
If you were just my hero or my friend
Watching with my innocent eyes
Your silver stallion ride
Across my room I listen as they cried

Hi Ho Silver
Here come the lone ranger
He’s riding on down
To rescue me

Rescue me

GHOSTFACE KILLAH
Ghostface Lyrics

[Chorus: female singer (Ghostface Killah)]
Ghostface… (Yo, yo who’s the boss when it comes to these songs?)
Ghostface… (What ya’ll talkin’ bout… I can’t hear ya’ll!)
Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder)
Ghostface…

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No’s on a Friday night
Or at the Emmy’s, Bentley’s, Roll Royce, all white
Fresh kicks, star studded up
A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini’s roll up
Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond
Shoot out the clock while I’m killin’ timin’
Eight-mill just to resign me
My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can’t find me
It’s like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J.
Bring it back like an instant replay
Please, get these wack records off of me
I can’t breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez
It’s like they love garbage (yeah), for God’s sake, I’m the real artist
Hear they songs, dumb niggas father’s
Under my wing like Sanford and Son
Weird sons, I’m a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
I’m like a green and white kickball, I bounce
Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz
In the third grade, I bagged Penny
Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many
Now Daddy’s blowin’ ‘sherm and Remi
On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny’s
This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers
Bangles get tangled and they cause manners
Money, don’t stop, get it, get it, I’m not finished with it
Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it
Rock them boats and I copped them ropes
Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats
Hold my tongue around fake niggas
Look at ’em sideways and pull my trees
Ask me to hit it, I’m like, Nigga Please, f**k outta here!
f**k war with niggas, facin’ me, f**kas, step up the gear

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Ghost dough and spend it though
Plus got the pen exposed
Countin’ mad money and sheep, god damn
Take a look at the radio, shit soundin’ shady, yo
Everything I’m hearin’ is weak
We got them long biscuits, long clip shit
Run for the hills and re-charge your shit
Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don!

[Chorus]

[Outro: woman]
The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler
Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthaf**ka living today…

NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Biggie Smalls
Listen…

[Singing:]
Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I’m not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I’m in thirteens, know what I mean
I f**k around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don’t get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
Skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin “Ay papi!”
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
f**k tae kwon do, I tote da fo’-fo’
For niggaz gettin mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherf**ker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I’m guaranteed to f**k her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man’s a certified mack
You’ll get that H-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back

[Chorus:]
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn’t start

[Ja Rule:]
Bitches screamin they want That old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
Wit some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known to bustin in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
How close we came to come the ghetto is crazy
How come you ain’t, ?? semi your faces
When I come you be cryin like I’m killin ya bitches
Knows when picture in the camera rollin
Cause I only be knowin how the shit’s unfolded
Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
Got a reload, like every so often
You sayin I got my swagger back
I’m lookin like bitch, my swagger never left
It’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
Shit…

[Chorus]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn’t last
I’m glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
f**k the past let’s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
I f**k nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherf**ker
I don’t chase em, I replace em
and if I’m caressin em, I’m undressin em
f**k whatcha heard who’s the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I’m done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
f**k the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin
They don’t call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Biggie Smalls
P. Diddy y’all
Bad Boy for life
Once again going to the top baby

Three months after embarking on a tour of Europe, Japan and the United Kingdom, Reggae ambassador Bugle is happy to finally be back on home soil. The singer has been on the road since the end of May promoting his sophomore album ‘Be Yourself’ across the expanse of the continents.

Bugle concedes that the tour, which ended on a high note, was not without its challenges but was an overall success as the intended mission was accomplished.

“Being in a foreign land for any extended period of time will always present some level of challenges, especially from a cultural or dietary perspective. But thankfully years of being on the road have allowed us to adapt to these situations so we can remain steadfast on the mission of getting the music to the people and keep the Jamaica and Reggae banner flying high”.

Yielding positive results at almost every concert stop, Bugle said he was very thankful especially to the fans who braved the sometimes unpredictable weather conditions to show their support.

“People who have travelled to those regions of the world know that the weather is not like Jamaica it can be very unpredictable at times and to see a full house at almost every venue, I could not have asked for more from the fans.” he added.

Some of the major stops on the sojourn included Fukuoka, Sapporo, Okayama, Osaka, Tokushima in Japan. Hamburg, Hannover, Berlin, Paris, Prague, Bern, Zurich, Stockholm, Amsterdam, Vienna, Pfullendorf, Valencia and Helsinki in Europe and London, Manchester, Birmingham and Bristol in the United Kingdom.

Locally, Bugle has shifted his attention to amplifying the presence around his latest effort ‘Cherish Life’ a musical narrative spawning from a personal tragedy that saw the singer losing his brother, as well as close friend Kunte and more recently the near fatal encounter of famed sound system selector Nickomatic. The single is also accompanied by a video, which can be viewed, via the ‘Rasta Party’ hit-maker official Vevo account.