Top Ten, top ten" or Top 10 may refer to:
A top (also called spinning top or spintop) is a toy that can be spun on an axis, balancing on a point. This motion is produced in the most simple forms of top by twirling the stem using the fingers. More sophisticated tops are spun by holding the axis firmly while pulling a string or twisting a stick or pushing an auger as shown in the pictures on this page. In the kinds with an auger, an internal weight rotates, producing an overall circular motion.
The top is one of the oldest recognizable toys found on archaeological sites. Spinning tops originated independently in cultures all over the world. Besides toys, tops have also historically been used for gambling and prophecy. Some role-playing gamers still use tops to augment dice in generating randomized results; it is in this case referred to as a spinner.[citation needed] A thumbtack may also be made to spin on the same principles.
The action of a top relies on the gyroscopic effect for its operation. Typically the top will at first wobble until the shape of the tip and its interaction with the surface force it upright. After spinning upright for an extended period, the angular momentum, and therefore the gyroscopic effect will gradually lessen, leading to ever increasing precession, finally causing the top to topple in a frequently violent last thrash.
(Tajima)
Translator: Kirk Cumming
nerae top 40
sore wa fifty fifty
kore wa top 40's song
ikasu top 40
sore wa fifty fifty
kore wa top 40's song
utae top 40's rock
top 40's song
uta wa top 40's rock
top 40's ba ba ba da boo da
top 40
sore wa fifty fifty
kore wa top 40's song
atare top 40
sore wa fifty fifty
kore wa top 40's song
choito top 40's rock
top 40's song
warae top 40's rock
top 40's ba ba ba da boo da
top 40
sore wa fifty fifty
top 40's
top 40
top 40's No. 1!
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aim for top 40
that's fifty-fifty
this is a top 40's song
the cool top 40
that's fifty-fifty
this is a top 40's song
sing top 40's rock
top 40's song
the song is top 40's rock
top 40's ba ba ba da boo da
top 40
that's fifty-fifty
this is a top 40's song
nail the top 40
that's fifty-fifty
this is a top 40's song
a little top 40's rock
top 40's song
laugh top 40's rock
top 40's ba ba ba da boo da
top 40
that's fifty-fifty
top 40's
top 40
top 40's No. 1!
When I make my Top 40
Smash hit
Rock â'n' roll record
Everything is gonna be just fine
When I make my Top 40
Smash hit
Rock â'n' roll disc
I'll be the record company's valentine
No more philosophic melancholia
Eight hundred pounds of electric genitalia
When I make my Top 40
Smash hit
Rock â'n' roll record
Everything's gonna be just fine
When I make my fuzz tone
Wah-wah
Synthesized record
Everything is gonna be just grand
When I make my fuzz tone
Wah-wah
Synthesized disc
I'll have to get myself a moving van
Costume, hairdo, made up cute
A personal connection in a business suit
When I make my fuzz tone
Wah-wah
Synthesized record
Everything is gonna be just grand
When I make my dynamite
Heavy soul
Freaked out record
Everything is gonna be just swell
When I make my dynamite
Heavy soul
Freaked out disc
I'll be living it up pell mell
Mountain top hide away
Three-car garage
Out there hustlin' that sonic massage
When I make my Top 40
Big beat
Heavy soul
Freaked out
Solid gold
Synthesized
Rock â'n' roll record
Everything is gonna be just fine
Idle Fame with a plastic smile
Controversial relations keep you on top for a while
At the top of the charts, the bottom of the barrel
Success depends upon the company you keep
Compositions sugar-coated with messages puddle deep
Emotions bought and sold and the going rate is cheap
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
'Cause I can smile and I can dance
Pull my strings and give me some cash
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
lead a normal life a work like all the others
Top 40 look out, 'cause I'm gonna be #1
Business tycoons writing songs in crayon
Consumer reports show what needs good distribution
Appeal to the masses the best as you can
Radio Djs spreading your disease
Infectious transmission from sea to shining sea
Music without soul, an empty shell
Radio dial can be heard for miles
but the only thing coming through is a narrow point of view
Just thing one day this could be you
Top 40 got no soul but it will when I take control
got the house got the car
got the gold record you're goin' far
there is something that's a bit peculiar here
got the child pretty wife smiles
record sales soar you soar higher
there is something that's a bit peculiar here
you've finally made it you're over the top
but there's only one thing that makes you drop
you've finally made it you're over the top
but there's only one thing that you can't stop
and here you go again
and everything they've given to you
they're gonna take it back
Excuse me, are you Hopsin?
Yeah, why? Who wants to know?
My mommy doesn't like me listenin to you but could you
like sing me one of those songs. Like, like one of the cool ones
Man I got to go man I'm not tryin to sing...
Pleaseee
Alright, alright alright
Hey yo it's time to bring the West back, pass me the exlax
So I can shit on all these niggas when I wreck tracks
Your flow ain't that ill I think you should adjust that
Homie I don't mean to be rude to you its just that
You ain't the first nigga I seen with an attitude
Up on the mic tryin to explain what the gat'll do
Your skills won't get you that place up in Malibu
You better off tryin to go slang with a bag of fruit
And leave it up to me I got the bubblies
I'll do in an hour what would take your ass a couple days
My contacts make the ladies fall in love with me
He's the joker of rap is what these motherfuckers say
I'm slightly psychotic and idiotic but modest whenever spotted
So logically I'm a profit, face it niggas you just suck
And as far as your game, it ain't never had legs to step up
It's the B Bop, my baby, song
Do the B Bop and not be wrong
Come on
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
oh baby
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
Man I'm tired of the ghetto, hope I make it out this place
Ill niggas running around like an ape up out the cage
And it ain't about the change, man these things are not the same
All these killers wanna leave my brain laying on the pave
And I ain't did nothing, all these little kids cussing
Learning from their big cousins how to go and get stuck in
A correctional facility, messing up their liberty
Acting a fool making unnecessary enemies
Yes it's very weird to me, I did not get caught in it
I was into rap, for some reason I love the art of it
I ain't never drank or smoked becausee I'm smarter than
That and I didn't want to grow up to be what my father is
Gotta make a living. Got plans of moving out the hood, not stayin in it
I hate these cheap apartments, and these vague complaining attendants
Roaches in the kitchen but I ain't really trippin, I'll be rolling in a minute
It's the B Bop, my baby, song
Do the B Bop and not be wrong
Come on
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
oh baby
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
On the mic I burn niggas and turn rappers to singers
I learn that on the day that I confirmed I was the slayer
I serve packs of these haters my words actually rape em
And were daddy to save him?? my erge has to be fatal
Up in this music shit the sky's the limit for rising in it
Long as I'm consistent and keep on using my eyes as gimmicks
I'ma be the talk of the town, walking around
Like "Yes this rap game, I'm the boss of it now"
It's the B Bop, my baby, song
Do the B Bop and not be wrong
Come on
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
oh baby
Shobedibinbang, shobedibinbang, bidung
Idle fame with a plastic smile
Controversial relations keep you on top for a while
At the top of the charts, the bottom of the barrel
Success depends upon the company you keep
Compositions sugar-coated with messages puddle deep
Emotions bought and sold and the going rate is cheap
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
'Cause I can smile and I can dance
Pull my strings and give me some cash
Because I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
Top 40 look out, 'cause I'm gonna be number 1
Business tycoons are writing songs in crayon
Consumer reports show what needs good distribution
Appeal to the masses, the best as you can
Radio DJ's spreading your disease
Infectious transmission from sea to shining sea
Music without soul, an empty shell
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
'Cause I can smile and I can dance
Pull my strings and give me some cash
Because I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
Top 40 look out, 'cause I'm gonna be number 1
Radio dial, it can be heard for miles
But the only thing coming through is a narrow point of view
Just think one day, this could be you
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
'Cause I can smile and I can dance
Pull my strings and give me some cash
Because I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
Top 40 got no soul but it will when I take control
Because I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Lead a normal life and work like all the others
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101
Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101