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INSERT INTO lyrics VALUES (408924,'Wyclef Jean','Gunpowder','Unknown','W','I asked my mother why do you cry<br />\r\nshe said your brother had... he just died<br />\r\nWell I told him not to go outside<br />\r\nhe said he had to fight for his country\'s right<br />\r\nBut don\'t you know that mo-mother<br />\r\ndon\'t you know that we can\'t stop the violence, no<br />\r\nBecause the war is not over<br />\r\nuntil you can feel love, peace, and hear silence<br />\r\nBut I smell gunpowder (pow)<br />\r\nmy brother\'s been dead ever since<br />\r\nI didn\'t beleive it, but when I saw him I was convinced<br />\r\nTwo shots to the head he was already dead Lord,<br />\r\nI headed for revenge in the city of Port Au Prince<br />\r\nScreaming bro-brother<br />\r\ndon\'t you know that we can\'t stop the violence, no<br />\r\nBecause the war is not over<br />\r\nuntil you can feel love, peace, and hear silence<br />\r\nBut I smell gunpowder (Pow)<br />\r\nZion\'s gunpowder (pow)<br />\r\nL.A.\'s gunpowder (pow)<br />\r\nI wanna know why<br />\r\nChristians pray for a new day<br />\r\nwe don\'t need no, we don\'t need no, we don\'t need no<br />\r\nBut its still the same way<br />\r\nI wanna know why<br />\r\nghetto people pray for a new day<br />\r\nhey, hey, heeey<br />\r\nand its still the same way<br />\r\nBut the preacher man told me<br />\r\ngood things come to those who wait<br />\r\ndo good things come to those who wait?<br />\r\nI wanna know tell me<br />\r\ngood things come to those who wait<br />\r\ndo good things come to those who wait?<br />\r\nwe wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know [pause]<br />\r\nPe-people<br />\r\ndon\'t you know that we can\'t stop the violence, no<br />\r\nbecause the war is not over<br />\r\nuntil you can feel love, peace, and hear the silence<br />\r\nbut I smell gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nBrooklyn\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nShaolin\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nUptown\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nJersey\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\neven New Zealand\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nAustralia\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\nBrixton\'s gunpowder (gunpowder)<br />\r\neven New Haven\'s gunpowder');
INSERT INTO lyrics VALUES (408926,'WYCLEF JEAN','Hollyhood To Hollywood(feat. Small World','Miscellaneous','W','[Small World]<br />\n Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?<br />\n (The ride, the ride)<br />\n Yes black, where\'s my jewels at?<br />\n (Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)<br />\n <br />\n [Wyclef Jean]<br />\n Yo, let\'s get back to the hardcore right now<br />\n Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)<br />\n This one\'s a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?<br />\n I\'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world<br />\n Signal, signal, y\'all need to chill with the driveby\'s<br />\n It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang<br />\n Stay in the house that\'s the sound of the gangs, Clef<br />\n By the time we figured out what happened<br />\n I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing<br />\n <br />\n [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]<br />\n Don\'t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br />\n I got my gun and nine, killing\'s my appetite <br />\n (but that ain\'t right y\'all)<br />\n DON\'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!<br />\n That cemetery gear (California, California)<br />\n I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood<br />\n <br />\n [Wyclef Jean]<br />\n True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted<br />\n Jumpin in and out of limo\'s thinkin is his ass really gifted<br />\n The only gift y\'all possess is workin with the triple six\'s<br />\n Y\'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces<br />\n Mosta y\'all can\'t even go back to the hood where y\'all grew up<br />\n Actin like y\'all drink alcohol and all y\'all do is throw up<br />\n Talk about when y\'all blow up y\'all gonna visit the project floors<br />\n But the last time they saw y\'all was 1984<br />\n Now y\'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin \"freeze\"<br />\n Get out the navigator, Godfather III\'s in the DVD<br />\n They hoppin, they take your car for a spin<br />\n It\'s cold outside so all you feel is the wind<br />\n There\'s no celly phone, so you can\'t phone home<br />\n Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome<br />\n (\"Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?\")<br />\n He a rap artist <br />\n (\"I don\'t care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear\")<br />\n Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song<br />\n I\'m surprised, cause on all y\'all records you was Al Capone<br />\n And come to find out that you never held a chrome<br />\n And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam<br />\n Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn<br />\n Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns<br />\n The only difference is for you there\'ll be no resurrection<br />\n Cause it\'s a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection<br />\n <br />\n [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]<br />\n Don\'t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br />\n I got my gun and nine, killing\'s my appetite <br />\n (but that ain\'t right y\'all)<br />\n DON\'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)<br />\n That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)<br />\n I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood<br />\n <br />\n [Small World]<br />\n Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you<br />\n How could you have slipped through<br />\n while I was detecting the trick that\'s in you<br />\n Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle<br />\n We wouldn\'t of hit you, hammers have already been<br />\n cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?<br />\n It\'s click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up<br />\n That\'s what\'s within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker<br />\n Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with \'em<br />\n Adrenaline\'s givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in<br />\n You never knew bout how we play these innings<br />\n But you about to play the commission<br />\n Waves are spinning, I\'m out the glaze I\'m sh...ing<br />\n The real is missing but the fraud is evident<br />\n ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear<br />\n Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?<br />\n Damn Paul, what\'s that huh?<br />\n Let me get that, with the quick snatch<br />\n If it\'s a little man in you then I better put the trick back<br />\n And if it\'s anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer<br />\n <br />\n [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]<br />\n Don\'t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br />\n I got my gun and nine, killing\'s my appetite <br />\n (but that ain\'t right y\'all)<br />\n DON\'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)<br />\n That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)<br />\n I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood<br />\n <br />\n [Outro: Wyclef Jean]<br />\n Tell the FBI that I won\'t be home tonight<br />\n Tell the Secret Service I won\'t be home tonight<br />\n Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...');