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BLIND WILLIE MCTELL
It’s A Good Little Thing Lyrics

Look a‑here mama : just a word or two
Said I get you : to let’s go loo loo

Look here mama : just don’t stop
I ain’t going to be : your other man’s stumbling block

Wait just a minute : let’s get this right
We’re going go a‑looing : till broad daylight

Going to Savannah : make some jack
Hold that cat : till I get back

What is that mama : you got in that sack
It’s got hair on it : and I believe it’s a cat

Well it looks pretty much : like Santy Claus
Best little something : I ever saw

Look here mama : just like a log
She gets kissing : like a shaggy dog

Alkaline visa was not revoked despite recent rumors claiming that the Vendetta deejay is currently without travel documents for the U.S.

The rumors started following Alkaline’s no show at the Ecips Music Festival in New York last week. The “Champion Boy” deejay blamed it on circumstances beyond his control, but sources told Dancehall HipHop that his and other artists no show was as a result of the promoter not paying the artists final deposits.

Some industry personalities like Foota Hype have since questioned the artist’s story saying that his absence was because of his visa getting revoked. A rep for the Vendetta leader told DHH that those rumors are lies and that the deejay will be performing in Atlanta this weekend. “Alkaline will be live in Atlanta this weekend don’t listen to all these bogus reports about visa revoked,” his rep said. “Some old boy (Foota Hype) no have no have nothing better to do than sit down on social media every day and a talk about the boss. That’s why them gal a give them bun because all them do a gossip.”

Last weekend Popcaan revealed that he didn’t get a visa in time to perform at the Red Bull Culture Clash in Atlanta.

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…