Tonight - Black Prez, DJ Five8 & H*Wood

Tonight, tonight You're the place I go to Tonight, tonight The face I tell it all to Tonight, tonight I just wanna hold you Tonight, tonight I was listening to love songs, no one listens anymore I thought of who you were beneath the clothing that you wore I tried to tune you out, but you could never be ignored You could never be ignored And I'd rather be myself, although it's never seen on show Looking for your shadow in your light beneath the door And I want you, oh, so badly, no, I've never wanted more Oh, I've nevеr wanted more Tonight, tonight You're thе place I go to Tonight, tonight The face I tell it all to Tonight, tonight I just wanna hold you Tonight, tonight Tonight, tonight Is it too late to show you? Tonight, tonight Myself is who I owe you Tonight, tonight I can't do without you Tonight, tonight I wandered down the pathways that you paved inside my brain It took me to a memory and a moment and a place It shook me when it showed me I could never stay away I could never stay away And as if I will remember, do you picture us the same? Will it live for you in colour? Did it fit within the frame? And when you see the future, do you call me by your name? Do you call me by your name? Tonight, tonight You're the place I go to Tonight, tonight The face I tell it all to Tonight, tonight I just wanna hold you Tonight, tonight Tonight, tonight Is it too late to show you? Tonight, tonight Myself is who I owe you Tonight, tonight I can't do without you Tonight, tonight How can I hold you? I give my all to If you can't wait Then I can't take just one more day Tonight, tonight You're the place I go to Tonight, tonight The face I tell it all to Tonight, tonight I just wanna hold you Tonight, tonight (How can I hold you?) Tonight, tonight Is it too late to show you? (I give my all to) Tonight, tonight Myself is who I owe you (If you can't wait) Tonight, tonight (Then I can't take just one more day) I can't do without you Tonight, tonight Tonight, tonight

I'm coming down, coming down like a monkey, but it's alright Like a load on your back that you can't see, ooh but it's alright Try to shake it loose, cut it free, just let it go, get it away from me. Cos tonight, tonight, tonight - oh, I'm gonna make it right Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh. I'm going down, going down, like a monkey, ooh but it's alright Try to pick yourself up, carry that weight that you can't see, Don't you know it's alright It's like a helter skelter, going down and down, round and round But just get it away from me - oh. Because tonight, tonight, tonight - oh We're gonna make it right Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh. I got some money in my pocket, about ready to burn I don't remember where I got it, I gotta get it to you So please answer the phone, cos I keep calling, but you're never home What am I gonna do Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh I'm gonna make it right Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh. You keep telling me I've got everything, you say I've got everything I want You keep telling me you're gonna help me, you're gonna help me, but you don't But now I'm in too deep You see it's got me so that I just can't sleep Oh get me out of here, please get me out of here Just help me I'll do anything, anything If you'll just help me get out of here. I'm coming down, coming down like a monkey, ooh but it's alright It's like a load on your back that you can't see, Ooh don't you know that it's alright Just try to shake it loose, cut it free, let it go But just get it away from me Cos tonight, tonight, tonight - oh Maybe we'll make it right Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh. Please get me out of here Someone get me out of here Just help me I'll do anything, anything If you'll just help get me out of here Tonight - oh, I'm gonna make it right Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh. Yes tonight, tonight, tonight - oh, Yes I'm gonna make it right, tonight, tonight, tonight - oh...

Tonight, tonight, while I'm holding you so near, Tonight, tonight, what I'd give if I could hear The three little words that would thrill the heart of me-- Just whisper, "I love you, and will eternally." Tonight, tonight, more than any time before, This heart of mine seems to need you so much more. The touch of your hands, the thrill of your embrace Keep saying that no one will ever take your place. While looking up afar, I wished upon a star And prayed for a blessing from above. Now, if my wish should come true, Until our life is through, I'll have you, dear, to have, to hold and to love. Well, tonight, tonight may never reach an end. I'll miss you so 'til you're in my arms again. With all of my heart, I declare with all my might, I'll love you forever, as I love you tonight.

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Intro: "I was born, in a dump My mama died and my father got drunk They left me, to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack All i owned was hangin on my back And Lord knows, how I learnt This place called Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again" "My mind is the place where I make my plans The world is the place where I take my stand The beauty of life is mine today They cannot take my mind away" (M1) Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa This ain't no act it's mathematical Past the black radical I choose the M1, because it's practical Nothin was changed, we ain't protected No names, it's all factual They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see (Stic) It's like watching your own father smoke crack I have nightmares on shit like that No way in hell I'll ever get like that I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years It's like a tour of duty My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty When your heart is turning ice cold Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin I listen close to what she sayin When she speak of Jesus I ignore it But when it's practical I'm all for it You got to think like a soldier I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters Discipline keep the mind focused This whole world is a corn field son Look out for flying locusts Chorus (x2) Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you And through you, control your whole crew It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do? (M1) You can't walk the streets with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind And if you know the time, give me a sign Tell me where we draw the line I got your back if you got mine My enemy's enemy is my man One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand My comrades stand on lands stolen Every tooth a golden opportunity Who holdin my community hostage? 10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some This is how the plan runs Thinkin with a fugitive brain What we do to live is insane Holdin the weed, healing my membranes Just like crack, you know it all boils down To the dollars-and-cents of it Niggaz commence to get [rents?] to sentenced to serve terms Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose When will they learn? Psychology (Stic) We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls No respect for their laws I cut your face with a kitchen knife In gladiator times, man against machinery The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy Life is a series of serious choices Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces Various courses of life can lead to failure Too much of anything is a trap, my mind snap Guerrilla warfare for two grand They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man... They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man Chorus (x2) Bridge (M1) When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted "Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no one is promised tomorrow" Repeat until fade

Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1, 2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, bout'er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds And pay your bills because they not MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it... It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up They call it Fake, fake, fake records

For my theme song My leather black jeans on My by any means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on Enter the kingdom But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in Came to see me in my black skin Number one question they asking Fuck every question you asking If I don't get ran out by Catholics Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreacting Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit Early morning cartoon shit This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb bitch Black out the room, bitch Stop all that coon shit These niggas ain't doing shit Them niggas ain't doing shit Come on homie what happened You niggas ain't breathing you gasping These niggas ain't ready for action Ready-ready for action Four in the morning, and I'm zoning I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!

Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1, 2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, bout'er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds And pay your bills because they not MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it... It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up They call it Fake, fake, fake records