Sit there and call me A liar and a cheat I just wish you'd pin a rose on me Now you won't even Come out and take a bow Cryin' wont help you now Now your poets Have all put down their pens The only songs to sing Are those sung again Lonely just doesn't Look good on you somehow Cryin' wont help you now I just keep on staring Into the black eyes of the truth We'll have to learn to live apart somehow Cryin' wont help you now

It happened on a Sunday Outside when the sun was shining That look on your face Ow it hit me so hard inside when I could see how the light was fading From your pretty blue eyes and All I needed were the right words But they was so hard to find In a second my world changed So fast that my heart was breaking I wrapped my arms around you And I just kept saying your name I put your hands in my hands And we dropped to the floor both crying At the moment that your heart gave up us I told you I'll bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love I will bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love I kissed your tears all falling down I said baby you'll always be the one Aw I'm never gonna turn around Your all the life that I have in these lungs We can all be scared ticks Never certain of what it is we want All the fears we should confess Hold my breath, just dying to speak up In a second my world changed So fast that my heart was breaking I wrapped my arms around you And I just kept saying your name I put your hands in my hands And we dropped to the floor both crying At the moment that your heart gave up us I told you I'll bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love I will bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love I remember that night at your mama's house We were so in love finally said it out loud I got down on my knees Said you're the best thing that ever happened to me You walking down the aisle I remember it now I remember your smile I told you I'll bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love I will bring you back I'll bring you back I'll bring you back to love Yeahhhhh I'll bring you back to love I'll bring you back to looooove

Call me G*Natural, when I'm on the mic, it's the place to be, cause everytime I Grab the mic, I gotta keep it 97 plus 3, so lemme get this Off my chest, a topic important that I gotsta mention, cause everytime I Grab the mic and rock it, it's the thing that grabs your attention, here's some clues Michael Jackson did this, in the title of a hit song, and not to Do this to a dead horse, but the Whispers said and it just goes on The Bangles told me they all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pick The word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it back I don't mind the fusion of hip-hop with R&B But way too many producers are doing this and I think it's a tragedy, you wouldn't make no Automobile with an audible wheel and then forget the driver's seat, so how you gonna Make a rap and then create a track with no discernable beat? C'mon now! Is it really that hard? I know how, to make a drum track move with a low growl Toss in a few jokes kinda lowbrow, without murdering the beat, Nicole Brown Oh wow, maybe that line just caught you by surprise, but that's what it's Like to be jonesing for a good beat, but the song is like "DENIED" Why you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop joint Please don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the point If you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brain And I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in again BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACK When I was a young man, 40s were a strong drink that'll get you lifted Now that I'm in my 40s, the new rap's got me feelin' antagonistic Don't get me wrong, I know it's artistic, but when you take the beat out, I miss it It's like, what are you, sadistic? I hope my mind will change, but I'm not optimistic So all you hip-hop producers, don't do me like that And if you take out the beat, then put it right back You've got control keep it going, otherwise the flow you're deploying will Not sound dope, but mostly annoying It's like you're in bed and you get a meddlesome knock at the door, or like you're At the zoo, the lion says to you, "I'm not gonna roar," because a Brotha like me is always gonna be hip-hop to the core, and so a Rap without a beat is cool but it's not hip-hop anymore, so please Go back to the track and just edit... Edit... Edit ... Otherwise you're showing me that you just don't get it... get it... get it... I bet it's Unintentional, but an accident, to put rap on a track that's lacking it You call that hip-hop, it's inaccurate, there is a matter of the beat you gotta factor in, and ride It like a tractor in the back green... Jump on it like trampoline, or bite In like a nectarine in a fruit salad, get a taste of a new palate Cause it's valid that the beat's stacked like a pallet jack, or a horse that'll gallop back To the man in a famous scene, was I born with it, or is it Maybelline? So if you're able lean to the side, throw ya hands up, and make a scene Cause when I spit fire on the track, I burn the mic, the clip, and the cabling, I'm Cold hearted, all my rap dreams have dearly departed, so all that I ask is Please keep the beat on the track, and all that mumble rap? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED Why you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop joint Please don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the point If you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brain And I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in again BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACK

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.