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Dispatch lyrics

Album: Four-Day Trials [2000]

Tracks12
 01  What Do You Wanna Be
 02  Bullet Hole
 03  Wide Right Turns
 04  Here We Go
 05  Cover This
 06  Mission
 07  Hubs
 08  Root Down
 09  Headlights
 10 Fats
 11 Whaddya Wanna Be
 12 Dem Shoes
all Dispatch lyrics



What Do You Wanna Be
What do u wanna be
I don't know
And what do u wanna feel
I cant tell you
And what do u wanna see
I don't know
Just take me down to the watering hole

What do u wanna be
I don't know
And what do u wanna feel
I can't tell you
And what do u wanna see
I don't know
Just take me down to the watering hole

We're going, tiptoe
Back to the place that i know so
Oh wont you please just say so
Cause im not gonna leave until you let me go
Tiptoe back to the place that i know so
Oh wont you please just say so
Cause im not gonna leave until you let me go

ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k

ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k

What do u wanna be
I don't know
And what do u wanna feel
I cant tell you
And what do u wanna see
I don't know
Just take me down to the watering hole

What do u wanna be
I don't know
And what do u wanna feel
I cant tell you
And what do u wanna see
I don't know
Just take me down to the watering hole

We're going tiptoe
Back to the place that i know so
Oh wont you please just say so
Cause im not gonna leave until you let me go
Tiptoe back to the place that i know so
Oh wont you please just say so
Cause im not gonna leave until you let me go

ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k

ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k
ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, o-k

Gotta be so eh eh eh
All i gotta be so eh eh ehback to top
Bullet Hole
Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes
Scattered across the sky
I wonder
These steep hills
Unto the great light
My fingers collapse around my pen
Like soldier tryin' to hold up the flag
I'm callin' out, once again
In this letter to you my friend
In this letter to you my friend
In this letter to you my friend

And don't tell me you been comin' up easy
Stop, drop, you're life is greasy
You used to say that you would come around
But you're never here

You have been
Up above so high so high so high
And lived, in the dirt
You have felt
Some love
And you
Have been hurt

Well I've gone to shorten my road
With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike)
And as we walk along the cove
And know that this is right
You may think I'm crazy
You may think I'm foolish
But I'm coming through the lightning
Comin' back to you

Don't tell me you been comin' up easy
Stop, drop, you're life is greasy
You used to say that you would come around
But you're never here

You have been
Up above so high so high so high
And lived, in the dirt
You have felt
Some love
And you
Have been hurt

Oh my my my my my my my
I'm feelin' fine
Oh my my my my my my my
I'm comin' through
Oh my my my my my my my
Oh my my my oh my

You have been
Up above so high so high so high
And lived, in the dirt
You have felt
Some love
And you
Have been hurt

Oh you have been you have been
Up above up above
And you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirt
Oh you have felt you have felt
Some love some love
And you were you were
Been hurt
You have been up aboveback to top
Wide Right Turns
Everybody put your lights on
everybody stand up 'cas the fight's on
(repeat 3 times)

save your words and
ya save your speeches
as we gather in the main street for light pieces
and when the cobbler's son has got no shoes
you will bear your tongue for the language that you use
save your words and
ya save your speeches
as we gather in the main street for light pieces
and when the cobbler's son has got no shoes
you will bear your tongue for the language that you use

and i got one question
can you tell me that
can a zip gun
can endure like that

wide right turns
if you can't see my mirrors then I can't see you
wide right turns
if you can't see my mirrors then I can't see you
wide right turns
if you can't see my mirrors then I can't see youback to top
Here We Go
[CHORUS:]
here we go
leave it on the back burner
take it to the dry town

I got the mean time slippin' down
the slide some uptight right wing,
political homicide, do what you want,
take what you will, take it in like a
southpaw, flip it on the grill
bourgeoise, protocol
bottoms up boys this is the last call
happy hour doesn't last too long
you know it never does
so I sit here on a bar stool looking at
the sky got a buck and a quarter
and a bucket full or rye
don't step out of line you'll get time
in the brig don't yield to the mighty
you got your own dirt to dig

[CHORUS]

my and my flea bag friends we ran
to have our own feast of Crispan
Murphy was there with number 22
they were got caught in the middle
of a coup, you will
lose me if I don't lose you

we haven't chosen
anyone of you to condemn
so make your decision and chose you
side or let us begin

steeped in knowledge
I'll step from the board
down to the speak easy
with my double-edged sword
you know the deal
you got to spin the wheel
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
but as matter of fact
you know that cat suicide jack
he don't play like that
truth is he don't really play at allback to top
Cover This
Wounded, you can take me there
I was wounded, you can take me there
It was a crime that I was left
But will you go on without me?
Think I'll just walk myself to sleep

Cause I ain't working for your father
But I might as well be
I ain't lookin' for confusion
But it tends to follow me
You can come into my house, she said
If you do it quietly
But I said
There ain't no chance at that

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you what you missed

Wounded, and I will go if you go first
But I, ain't gonna wait around
Tell me how much is your dime worth
We got, ten minutes to get there
We got, ten minutes to go
Throw this one in for the money
Cause the next one's for the next show

I ain't working for your father
But I might as well be
I ain't lookin' for confusion
But it tends to follow me
You can come into my house, she said
If you do it quietly
But I said
There ain't no chance at that

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you what you missed

So hey
Where you going?
Do you need somebody, somewhere
To help you get on by?
Cause I think, you know who I am
I'm gonna make this, as fast as I can
Some people call me the pusher man
I promise it won't take long no no no no
Just close your eyes
And get in the van

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you want you missed

Cause I am listenin' to what you got
Put up your hands if you want me to stop
And I turn around, but I think you're crazy
If you think this happens a lot
Oh, do you like this?
Do you need someone to cover you
Just to show you want you missedback to top
Mission
let it be known, to all you misbelievin'
what you've been seein'
that we will not stand
will not be mistaken
we'll go there leave this weakness
don't take this from me
we'll go there leave this weakness
'cause I have been waiting

[CHORUS:]
Lo we are not so we're on a mission
Lo we are not so we're on a mission

damn this, damn that
there'll be no talk of turnin' back
damm this, damn that
there'll be not talk
that we might fly sometimes
we will find our own way
that we might fly sometimes
we will find our own

[CHORUS]

we are not so
we are not given
we are not sold on what we have seen

we're gone we're gone
the list is long we are many strong
the ceilings are coming downback to top
Hubs
Got to turn my hubs
'Cause I'm spinnin' my wheels
Got to turn my hubs
'Cause I'm spinnin' my wheels
Got to turn my hubs
'Cause I'm spinnin' my wheels
Got to turn my hubs
'Cause I'm spinnin' my spinnin' my

Go to Mozambique
And they say, they say to me
You must wait
Another day
Another day

Too long
Too long

Get up and go
Take what you know
I'm leavin'
Oh, I'm leaving, yeah

I don't know my
I don't know my I don't know my friends
I don't know my, oh
I don't know my I don't know my friends

The path to Mozambique, yeah
Unsafe today, they say
They say, unsafe today
And my feet are wearin'

Too long
Too long

Yeah
Get up and go
Take what you know
I'm leavin'
Take no time
There's no time to sit around
You better get moving.

I don't know my
I don't know my I don't know my friends
I don't know my, oh
I don't know my I don't know my friendsback to top
Root Down
I Kick My Root Down
I Put My Root Down

It's Not A Put Down
I Put My Foot Down
And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down
Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance
Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science
I'm Electric Like Dick Hyman
I Guess You'd Expect To Catch The Crew Rhymin'
Never Let You Down With The Stereo Sound
So Mike, Get On The Mic And Turn It Out
We're Talking Root Down, I Put My Root Down
And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down
I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down
I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down
Come Up Representing From The Upper West
Money Makin' Putting Me To The Test
Sometimes I Feel As Though I've Been Blessed
Because I'm Doing What I Want So I Never Rest
Well, I'm Not Coming Out Goofy Like The Fruit Of The Loom Guys
Just Strutting Like The Meters With The Look-ka Py Py
'Cause Downtown Brooklyn Is Where I Was Born
but When The Snow Is Falling, Then I'm Gone
You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic
A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic
But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down
Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound

Chorus

Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc
I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim
I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him
There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound
The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down
Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick
And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit
So I'm Going To Pass The Mic And Cause A Panic
The Original Nasal Kid Is Doing Damage
Every Morning I Took The Train To High Street Station
Doing Homework On The Train, What A Fucked Up situation
On The Way Back Up Hearing Battle Tapes
Through The Underground, Underneath The Sky Scrapes
Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know
Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due
M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You
Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight
"If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright"
It Feels To Play A Little Music
Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It
And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On
A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone
I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom
For Bringing Me Into This World And So Onback to top
Headlights
headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

leavin' our shoes behind
we cross the water
our words flow
from mouth to mouth
like fish seeking dark places
the mist covers our traces covers our faces

headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

we're stepping into shelter
movin out of shadow
we made some wrong moves
along the way
oh we might have strayed
will I forget your face
and your fluid gait
or will I stare into the stillness
this is where I miss you
so long
th what's done
how come we've gone
so much time's been wasted
so many thoughts been lost on you

headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

cold wind rushes
down on my face
smoke heats the black throat
of the chimney

the door is open
come on inside...back to top
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