• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• We Got Now - Little Brother
• Act One - Peter Hammill
• Echt Nie! - Skik
• We Get On - Kate Nash
• We Got Annie - Annie
• Act One - Simon Says
• Act Now - Proximity

[Rapper Big Pooh]
Ye-yeah! One more time, one last number..
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right now...Let's get it goin', Big Pooh, UH!
My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York
I ain't tryna take a 'L', 'cause I casually fought
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin through life wit my car in park
And even in the day sometimes it's dark
and that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggaz blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK, uh
and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried
and rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
Pull out your Blackberry's change yo itineraries
You see, you could be the shit today
and tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey on the real, ain't nothin you can say
That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
In the sands on the beach, mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world's gon' remember my name, muhfuckaz!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[Phonte]
I tried to work wit niggaz, don't wanna jerk them niggaz
But everybody's runnin around thinkin they murderers
Gave birth to niggaz, and when I burp them niggaz
The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier
and this is what the state of hip-hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
and I agree that everybody's a biter
But if you Xerox my style, then that's infringin on my copy, right?
It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings
and we all in the game tryna collect the pennants
and from the, old school, I'm a direct descendant
and y'all can feel it at the end of each sentence
'Cause underground rap is just immense and gimmicks
An image they phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style
would have niggaz takin it back, but what about now?
I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed
'Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"
and that's a sad state of affairs
But no need to despair, 'cause we the next ones that's takin' it there, ya know!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[Chaundon]
A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now
and I always got next 'cause I cease every moment
I'm an opportunist wit ambition
Keep an eye on that number one spot before it wind up missin'
And the heart of this bein is the art of MCin
I feel I'm God wit the flow, 'cause people started believin, HUH
So what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead, smile for paparazzi
This is how I get down
Got a crib in every hood, so I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Hate it or love it, who fuckin' wit our music?
Yeah, y'all niggaz is the SHIT when it comes to bowel movements
Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game
'Te converted all the currency with Foreign Exchange
Up next to rock the booth iiiis a rapper named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough President wit' "No Excuses"
Doubtin' me is foolish, don't ask who produced this!
Knowin damn well only 9th can do this
It's no secret, Lyor even know
when me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[crowd cheers]
[Outro: Phonte]
On behalf of myself, Phonte, Big Pooh, and 9th Wonder
and the whole cast of "The Minstrel Show"
I wanna thank ya'll, for watchin this shit
I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job 'cause I need the money
I don't need...yo, I ain't gon' front
I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real..
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about "The Minstrel Show"? [crowd cheers]
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN? [crowd cheers]
THESE GODDAMN CRACKERS GET ON MY MUTHAFU..

THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role to play,
often a distasteful task to perform;
summoned as witness to uncounted crime,
she's the silent accomplice of all,
then she turns and comments on the action.
She hears... observes, but must never betray her emotions
She moves, unseen, the characters oblivion of her presence;
a simple stage device.
She cannot hide, cannot take sides.
It his curse that she must stay and comment on the action...
A young man named Montresor lately received an urgent
letter from a dear friend of childhood,
Roderick Usher by name,
In which his friend begged him to come
with all speed to the family seat.
So, during the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day
in the autumn of the year,
when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens,
he had been passing through
a singularly dreary tract of country
'till he found himself,
as the shades of night drew on,
within view of the melancholy house of Usher
MONTRESOR: That must be the house.
There is no other within many miles.
But surely not... It's just an empty shell,
devoid of life;
a sterile outcrop of stone amid the mire.
But there can be no doubt, this is the house!
And yet it looks so dark, so forbidding , so dead.
That great crumbling facade,
windows just like vacant eyes
that peer upon the stagnant,
glistening blackness of the lake...
I have never seen anything like it!
The gloom, the rotting dankness of the place...
It must be my imagination,
the darkness and the cold...
Yet still, far beneath the plane of thought
and quite against my will,
my heart begins to tremble
in mad anticipation of the House
and I am forced to recognise
a consciousness of fear;
a cold and senseless fear,
nameless, formless, chilling to the bone...
No, it's just the leaden air that makes me
forget myself, the weather and the dusk.
This must be all that sets my teeth on edge
and the hairs at the nape of my neck to attention.
And what of his sister?
This does not speak of her
but I understand she, too, lives with him
here in the House of Usher,
home of the family for five hundred years or more.
It's a strange place, a strange house,
an even stranger clan;
all either saints or mad,
not an ordinary man among them;
geniuses all...
But, all time-honoured as it is,
the Usher race has put forth no enduring branch.
And so from sire to son, from sire to son
the patrimony and the name have been passed.
Through all their ancestry no cousins,
aunts of bastards
disturb the singular symmetry
of the family tree.
Well then, so I am here; I have come;
and it is too late, to dark to run.
But what a chilling sight,
this palace crouching in the night...
Ah, there! A light!
I am awaited; I am expected;
I shall not disappoint my friend.

Altied al zo west
Waorum zol 't anders moeten
'k heb der nooit gien last van had
Waorum zol ik dan veranderen
Soms bennen der wel 's mensen
Die te star ben um te snappen
Dat ik veul te star ben um overal mar in te trappen
Ik kan 't nie helpen 't is mij veuls te veul gedoe
Um mezölf mar te verliezen en te worden zoas joe!
Echt nie, echt nie
Waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, waorum zol ik dat doen
Nooit he'k't begrepen
Hoe kriegen ze 't veurmekaar
Mis ik wat of is't gewoon
Eigenwiesigheid van mij?
De wind kan nog zo blaozen
Met waaien doe ik nie
Ummeslaon kan ik nie
Ik ben gien blad an de boom
Ik kan 't so nie helpen 't is mij veuls te veul gedoe
Um mezölf mar te verliezen en te worden zoas joe!
Echt nie, echt nie
Waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, waorum zol ik dat doen
T is toch nie bewezen
Dat 't goed is um te doen
Um overal achteran te lopen
'k fiets mooi de andere kaante op
Ik zal 't joe vertellen
Ik ben bliede zoas 't is
Daorum ben'k ok nie benauwd
Da'k der wat an mis!
Ik kan 't nie helpen 't is mij veuls te veul gedoe
Um mezölf mar te verliezen en te worden zoas joe!
Echt nie, echt nie
Waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, echt nie
Waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, waorum zol ik dat doen
Echt nie, echt nie
Echt nie, echt nie

Simply, knowing you exist
Ain't good enough for me
But asking for your telephone number
Seems highly inappropriate
Seeing as I can't, you don't say hi and you walk by
And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice
I swear I've never felt this way about any other guy
And I don't usually notice people's eyes but
I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally
But I was walking along and I bumped into you
Much more heavily than I'd originally planned
It was well embarrassing
And I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat
I just think that we'd get on
Oh, I wish I could tell you face to face
Instead of singing this stupid song
But yeah, I just think that we might get on
So, I went to that party
Everyone, they're kind of arty
And I was wearing this dress
'Cause I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I looked my best
'Cause I was so nervous
But I carried on regardless
Strutting through each room trying to find you
And when I saw you kissing that girl
My heart, it shattered and my eyes, they watered
And when I tried to speak, I stuttered
And my friends were like, "Whatever
You'll find someone better
His eyes are way to close together
And we never even liked him from the start
And now he's with that tart
And I heard she done some really nasty stuff
Down in the park with Michael"
"He said she's easy
And if your guy's with someone that's sleazy
Then he ain't worth your time
'Cause you deserve a real nice guy"
So, I proceeded to get drunk and to cry
Locked myself in the toilets for the entire night
Saturday night, I watched Channel 5
I particularly liked CSI
I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
That would because that's insanity
I don't ever drive by your house
To see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion
On that tramp that you are still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face of by heart
But I must admit that there's still a part of me
That thinks we might get on

Grace: We got Annie.
Gardener: We've got Annie?
Grace: Yeah!
She's like the shine on your shoes,
or hearing a blues that's great.
Makes you relax,
like a big tax rebate!
We got Annie!
Servants: We got Annie! We got Annie? We got Annie!
Mrs. Pugh: And Benny Goodman's got swing.
Bing is a king, by far.
Mutt has got Jeff,
and Eleanor, F.D.R.!
Grace: We got Annie!
Asp: We got Annie!
Punjab: We got Annie!
Asp: We've got Annie!
Grace: We got Annie!

Open my eyes to reveal all the lie that have broken me open
The curtain is drawn and the lights shining on the new actor you've chosen
Open my eyes to reveal all the lie that have broken me open
The light at the end of the desolate trend is now glowing much brighter
Quickly erase any fear from your face, it's about to move faster
Open my eyes to reveal all the lie that have broken me open
Playing the part of the unblemished son, just be over, be over
Picture perfect world, what is in it for me?
Try to please them all, hoping they won't notice, I'm not what they wanted
Humming the words of a familiar verse, I'm the singer you've chosen
Open my eyes to reveal all the lie that have broken me open
(Picture perfect world)
Playing the part of the unblemished son, just be over, be over
(Picture perfect)
Open my eyes to reveal all the lie that have broken me open
(Picture perfect world)
Playing the part of the unblemished son, just be over, be over

Ye, that sit and bear
All, the truths you've seen
Come, are you prepared
Here, me screaming
Rage, controls my brain
Hate, runs through my veins
Love, has escaped me
(and) Now I'm still screaming
repeat 1st verse
Sin, we're mimes not men
Lust, the sin of sins
Son, of modern man
Now I'm not breathin'