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[Baley]

Saul Williams - 1987

Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches

Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches

I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch

I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house

Now, my **** Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names

With the skyline on it with the box link chain

I'm wearing my frames

They match my gear with their tint

And you know Lagerfields is the scent

 

Now, my **** Rafael just got his jeep out the shop

Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top

"Strictly Business" is the album that we play

"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day

Now there's a **** on the block, never seen him before

Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law

But why on earth would this be on their agenda?

As he slowly approaches the window..

 

"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more

I was the one bearing the pitcher of water

I rent the large upper room

Furnished with tidings of your doom

Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."

Yo Ralph is he talking to me?

"No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected

I'm the solstice of the day

I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"

My man laughs, he's one them crazy mother****ers

Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'

"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea

And sound waves as I will

Will you allow me to be at your service?"

My man Ralph is nervous. He believes

That this strange tounge deceives

And maybe he's been informed that

He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats

Come on Jack, we don't have time

For your bull**** or playin

A'salaam a something' or another

"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?

I told you I know you, now grant me a moment"

 

At the gates of Atlantis we stand

Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands

on the plow till earth

till I'm now

Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun

Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run

And they run towards the light casting love on the winds

As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women

Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning

But I'm a pupil of his sight

The wheels are spinning

Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight

 

In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains

Of a parched Somali village

Red dusted children danced shadows

In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face

Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega

Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry

Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs

He was not honest

She was not sure

A great grandmother

Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's

Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name

Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams

And later doubting them

But

The night was young

She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled

Took mystery as her lover

And raised light as her child

 

Man that **** was wild you should have seen how they ran

She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand

Tupac in lotus form

Ennis'[?] blood on his hands

She woke up on a vessel

The land behind her

The sun within her

Water beneath her

Mushed corn for dinner

Or was it breakfast

Her stomach turned as if a compass

She prayed towards east and lay there breathless

They threw her overboard for dead

She swam silently and fled

Into the blue sea

La soh fa mi, re do, si

The seventh octave

I don't mean to confuse you

Many of us have been taught to sing

And so we practice scales

Many of us were born singing

And thus were born with scales

Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands

Sang a nightsong by the forest

And the ocean was the chorus

In Atlantis where they sang

Those thrown overboard had overheard

The mystery of the undertow

And understood that down below

There would be no more chains

They surrendered breath and name

And survived countless as rain

I'm the weather man

The clouds say storm is coming

A white buffalo was born

Already running

And if you listen very close

You'll hear a humming

Beneath the surface of our purpose lies

Rumors of ancient man

Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky

The moon's my mammy

The storm holds my eye

Dressed in westerlies [?]

Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name

And the reason you were born

Is the reason

That I came

 

Then she looks me in the face

And her eyes get weak

Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase

Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak

Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase

It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body

I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party

We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic

Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic

 

I presented my feminine side with flowers

She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat

And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

Edited April 24, 2006 by Baley

[LoneWolf16]

Theory of a Deadman - Any Other Way

 

 

You've tried to open your mouth but only **** would come out

I always wondered where you got it from

You haven't heard a damn word I've said,

you never believed in anything I did

I don't care what you're doing, do what you want to,

look where it got you

 

You can't help yourself

I know you'll never change

You say you don't need anyone

And wouldn't have it any other way

 

Just try to open your eyes and try my life on for size

I always wondered who you're hiding from

You haven't heard a damn word I've said,

you never believed in anything I did

I don't care who you're doing, do who you want to,

look what it got you

 

Well you can't help yourself

I know you'll never change

You say you don't need anyone

And wouldn't have it any other way

 

Oh you made a big mistake, and won't admit it

You say you don't need anyone

Oh you made a big mistake, so don't forget it

I know you'll never change

and wouldn't have it any other way

 

You can't help yourself

I know you'll never change

You say you don't need anyone

You say you don't need anyone

You say you don't need anyone

 

You've tried to open your mind and leave your last life behind

I always wondered what you're running from

 

Oh you made a big mistake, and won't admit it

You say you don't need anyone

Oh you made a big mistake, so don't forget it

I know you'll never change

and wouldn't have it any other way

You say you don't need anyone, anyway

You say you don't need anyone

and wouldn't have it any other way

You say you don't need anyone, anyway

You say you don't need anyone

and wouldn't have it any other way

[Krookie]

BRAND NEW

 

"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"

 

Keep the noise low.

She doesn't wanna blow it.

Shaking from head to toe

while your left hand does "the show me around."

Quickens your heartbeat.

It beats me straight into the ground.

 

You don't recover from a night like this.

A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.

A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.

Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,

"This is so messed up."

 

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.

Dripping wet and clearly depressed,

he'd headed straight for the stairs.

No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,

unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

 

(Up the stairs: the station where

the act becomes the art of growing up.)

He keeps his hands low.

He doesn't wanna blow it.

He's wet from head to toe and

his eyes give her the up and the down.

His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.

But the body on the bed beckons forward

and he starts growing up.

 

The fever, the focus.

The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.

Die young and save yourself.

The tickle, the taste of...

It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

 

She hits the lights.

This doesn't seem quite fair.

Despite everything he learned from his friends,

he doesn't feel so prepared.

She's breathing quiet and smooth.

He's gasping for air.

 

"This is the first and last time," he says.

She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.

He's holding back from telling her

exactly what it really feels like.

 

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.

She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.

Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.

He whispers that he loves her,

but she's probably only looking for sss...

 

(Up the stairs: the station where

the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.

A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.

He waits for it to end

and for the aching in his guts to subside.

 

The fever, the focus.

The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.

Die young and save yourself.

The tickle, the taste of...

It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

 

Up the stairs: the station where

the act becomes the art of growing up.

 

The fever, the focus.

The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.

Die young and save yourself.

The tickle, the taste of...

It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

[Daaave]

Evanescence - Tourniquet

 

 

I tried to kill the pain

But only brought more

I lay dying

And i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming

Am i too lost to be saved

Am i too lost?

 

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

 

Do you remember me

Lost for so long

Will you be on the other side

Or will you forget me

I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming

Am i too lost to be saved

Am i too lost?

 

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

 

I want to die!!!

 

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

 

My wounds cry for the grave

My soul cries for deliverance

Will i be denied Christ

Tourniquet

My suicide

[Baley]

I want to die!!!

[Daaave]

Trivium - Declaration

 

Freedom is all I have to say in defense

Of what the world's becoming

A nation hell bent on choosing what's right

And how we all should live our lives

 

 

**** their ways it is time to break free

**** their hate acceptance is what we need

 

Equality for every race, sex, sexuality

And every choice to live our lives

And to you bigot cretin ignoramus

Mind your own goddamn ****ing business

 

Holding onto what makes us whole

Never letting their poison take control

Freezing the air (that stands between all of us)

Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)

Feeling the Fear (that stands between all of us)

Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)

 

I'll be right here

Falling away

Fighting on principle

 

I'll die 1000 times

Before I'll ever be them

Burn the scriptures

Bury the governing

Free yourself

Break the structures

Declare Freedom

Edited April 29, 2006 by sucky

[Baley]

And to you bigot cretin ignocamus

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

[Daaave]

I want to die!!!

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Hehe.

 

Ace line.

 

:D

 

Nothing like being honest.

Edited April 29, 2006 by sucky

[Daaave]

And to you bigot cretin ignocamus

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Where did you find that quote?

 

"

[Baley]

Please tell me they actually yell "ignocamus"!

[Daaave]

Nope, damn typos, they yell "ignoramus".

 

It is fixed now.

[Baley]

But it's on all the lyrics site! Dog Damn you Trivium!

 

Aesop Rock - Prosperity

 

sulking and bulking a half

sulking a laugh crash test

figure the mixtures digging up his last breath

grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan

the tapwaters on the waters off the waters leaking

 

so this is blue

my frame reportedly spotted garden variety burners and lost to normalcy

my terms the memoir obligation in the boodoir crystalize impurities to zero on the

 

autograph dirty characters sponges hunches hurling murder abundant lunches with the

 

city suppers punching (hurdling) tomorrow since I sit in consquence merging brings to

 

bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy broken hi, my name is hazardous

 

tobaccanist im on the brink im purgin dirt and spit my lung in the sink as for the

 

product well its drenched in a barren backward wasteland of shimmering moral tension

 

and venturing the plaza pleasant i saw it all from pixie dust to crepid pins and

 

voodoo dolls and 99 dreams later the shooting gallery wall its like not a wave crash

 

similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain

 

beligerant fragments bomb acid ushering the pixels till the image burned classic

 

bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket ima cast it out to sea and wait for my

 

comma to grasp it I left my crutch over the rainbow with my riches and I know the rat

 

race of the bad taste once his grimmace cringes an iron butterfly will float if given

 

good condition but im still fisihing the same worm from the same faulty posistion

 

prosperity

 

im tryin to walk alone and miss the bliss inide the accidental meeting of the pencil

 

and the ceiling and the censures started meeting breathing at a rappid calibur at

 

that a line so gray will last forever more dusting off the dreams to be an autopilot

 

still a silent understudy funny how the opposite will throttle and the different

 

stroke and model to the prison is innacurate portrayal of an addequate betrayal of a

 

wish gonna wanna coulda shoulda woulda did it isnt it amusing choosing and a plan of

 

cybernating waiting till the mating means of motivation took a fine posistion dishing

 

only after every little kiddy has performed I just wanna be a general he said I just

 

wanna I just wanna I just wanna be a general he said I just wanna sleep yo what a

 

long capitol crust gallop my charriot burning and aweful enigma sprung by the sling

 

of david appears gutterbug batch prior to hatch dismiss it as a soul condensing

 

excuse to decorate maps with thumb tacks this gold star product pushing hate boogie

 

themes enter the smoke screen blazing saddle remnants alive analyze pensive connect

 

all picket fences like chain gangs linked digging trenches to candy land image

 

factory sold ah I wanna be an astronaut I got the merits and heart and I bought a

 

starship with hard earned money from one hour selling dreams to dummies when they

 

raise the lights ja ja ja jesus christ ive never seen so many goblins in my life (oh

 

my lord) vibrate through the fog and then some dragging bent circuits on a short

 

leash like organ grinder primates dancing for bread crumbs well did you touch that

 

slugger banging on the table with an old tin cup thin luck I can raise the dead when

 

the shark settlers fled the place brung out they bed of nails to spread the sails

 

racing for milk and bread but I got big big plans i ride a big boat with a big ol

 

motor and I aint really that big on helping you turn your leaf over (lets sing) bring

 

out your dead a quarter pile sky high (lets see) what if your miserable saw the plant

 

fly by my name is try to deny magnificent doom craft my records so built and ima show

 

you why this globe tilts

 

take me where the air is clear i dont really know where but I know its not here and

 

every little step she takes makes me speak cause I know ill never have to sleep alone again

 

 

take me where the...

[Darth Osiris]

The Night Santa Went Crazy

 

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys

For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys

When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death

Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath

From his beard to his boots he was covered WITH ammo

Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo

And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye

"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

 

The night Santa went crazy

The night Saint Nick went insane

Realized he'd been getting the raw deal

Something finally must've snapped in his brain

 

Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it

Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet

And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage

And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage

He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger

And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger

Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen

Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"

 

The night Santa went crazy

The night Kris Kringle went nuts

Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole

Without stepping in reindeer guts

 

There's the National Guard and the FBI

There's a van from the Eyewitness News

And helicopters circling 'round in the sky

Now the bullets are flying the body count's rising

And everybody

[Daaave]

But it's on all the lyrics site! Dog Damn you Trivium!

 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

The lesson here is, never trust a lyrics site, they all suck. If you want to know what the lyrics to a song are listen to it a couple of times. Easy enough.

 

If only they did say it though...

[Daaave]

The Night Santa Went Crazy

 

/snip

 

 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

[Baley]

Aesop Rock - One of Four

 

 

1 of 4...

My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz

I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Long Island, NY

I am 6 foot, for I weigh 2-0-0 pounds

I have brown hair and green eyes

I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food

I have two brothers, Chris and Graham

and two parents, Paul and Jameija

In august of 2-0-0-1 I went crazy..

 

This was originally not for public consumption

This was made for four people... four people that literally saved my life

They know who they are..

And ahhh I mean I could live to be a thousand years old and never re-pay them

I don't think this song would pay for them

But hopefully by putting it out, push the bank a little further..

This ain't a burner for the whips (no it isn't)

This ain't even Aesop Rock fly earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)

My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York

Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK

In August of 2001 my seemingly splinter-proof brain bone, scaffling imploded

I kept it on the hush, but nearly tumbling

to the cold hard concrete on near bodega trips

for cigarettes and soda, shook me to kasper

Dizzy with a northern chaser, motor sensory eraser

Gorophobe tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing arrangements

Rose rapidly outta bog I'd never fished in

that abates three separate foreign men's

While I seems to hook lines and syncro simple fishing

Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body

but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi

So now it's one fish belly up, through medicated mol edge

Shrinks that get 250 an hour for awkward silence

And, I'd be lying if I said all of this

made even the slightest fragment of sense to me

That's frail... Simply put

I don't know what happened, or what's still happening

I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity

JAMIE, I killed the robots and I'm sorry

Broke down in front of you, embarrassed

but you lent a heart and hand that only you could

you're one of my best friends and yes I'd take that bullet for you

That's my word, which is about all I have left

TONY, I know you know i'm crazy, 'cause you told me

but that did never bother you, I hold you as my brother 'til death

And I got your back if ever the drunk goblin step

for makin' a cat laugh, when I was walking with the dead

KATHERINE, mother figure, older sister, concerned be a limits

Letting me know I wasn't the only one with this

Continuous offers for vacation, Chicago visits

Talked me through repair of a head full of broken pistons

RIYAH, for the late night movie rentals and the company I needed

An' you knew it, but I just wouldn't admit it

You listened to me blab about my issues for hours

Offer incredible advice, gave me a hug when I was finished

Am I a jack of all trades? No... I like to write songs tho'

Are they good? I dunno..

But I could tell you that I only write sh*t down when I believe it

So take this how you want, but know I mean it

I want you all to know that I'm scared

Now my f**kin' crooked soul never faced a monster like the last few months

Ever in my whole life... I wish I could explain this better (I can't)

But the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to cohesive

So I guess this is my feeble way to thank you

Four soldiers that extended something sacred off the purity of kindness

I owe you all my life and please don't argue with that statement

'Cause without y'all I may not have a life to offer, take it

Thank you

I wish I could explain this better. (Thank you)

I'm sorry for burdening your pleasures. (Thank you)

I love you all with all that's left of me. (Thank you)

For helping try to kill what made a mess of me. (Thank you)

Somehow, someway. (Thank you)

I'ma get you back someday. (Thank you)

Just gotta figure this all out... So..

I guess it is kind of funny when you look at it from a step back

How one man can literally buckle under the same pressures

Other men operate normally under

I have scoped this out from all angles, walking through time

I have been over everything in my head, 'till I can't think anymore

But I guess some times, when you can't breathe, there are people there

to breathe for you

I am lucky enough to have those people around me

Thank you for helping me to not die

Thank you for helping me to not die

Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt

Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt

[Dark Moth]

America - A Horse With No Name

 

On the first part of the journey

I was looking at all the life

There were plants and birds and rocks and things

There was sand and hills and rings

 

The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz

And a sky with no clouds

The heat was hot and the ground was dry

But the air was full of sound

 

{Refrain

I been through the desert on a horse with no name

It felt good to be out of the rain

In the desert your can remember your name

Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

(la la la...)

 

After two days in the desert sun

My skin began to turn red

After three days in the desert fun

I was looking at a riverbed

And the story it told of a river that flowed

Made me sad to think it was dead

 

You see...

{Refrain

 

After nine days I let the horse run free

Cause the desert had turned to sea

There were plants and birds and rocks and things

There was sand and hills and rings

The ocean is a desert with its life underground

And a perfect disguise above

Under the cities lies a heart made of ground

But the humans will give no love

 

You see, ...

(Refrain)

[Baley]

Immortal Technique - The 4th Branch

 

[Talking]

The new age is upon us

And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave

For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man

shall stand before God!!! It has begun

The beginning of the end

Yeah..

Yeah... yeah, yeah

 

[Verse 1]

The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish

A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist

Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond

And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran

They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam

When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran

This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings

Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings

I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish

The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ

You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white

Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy

Conservative political right wing, ideology

Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation

Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination

Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration

How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?

Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves

Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm

You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?

Human rights violations, we continue the saga

El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua

And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison

Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

 

[Hook]

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain

Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change

They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto

The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle

A bandana full of glittering, generality

Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?

Read about the history of the place that we live in

And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

 

[Verse 2]

Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs

Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage

The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage

Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension

And they refuse to even mention, European intervention

Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams

U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's

Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams

Media censorship, blocking out the video screens

A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain

Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'

The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason

A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'

And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom

Cause you ****ed the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon

It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib

Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid

Where nobody gives a **** whether you die or you live

I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life

But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique

Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks

You don't give a **** about us, I can see through your facade

Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God

Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

 

[Hook]

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain

Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change

They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto

The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle

A bandana full of glittering, generality

Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?

Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you

While you hanging your flag out your project window

 

[Talking]

Yeah..

The fourth branch of the government AKA the media

Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials

As if their opinion was at all unbiased

A machine shouldn't speak for men

So shut the **** up you mindless drone!

And you know it's serious

When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign

To try to convince you they're fair and balanced

When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people

Giving that type of mentality a safe haven

We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do

We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!

We don't get weapons contracts, ****!

We don't get cheap labor for our companies, ****!

We are cheap labor, ****!

Turn off the news and read, ****!

Read... read... read...

[Baley]

Saul Williams - Wine

 

The new wine is dying on the vine

How much must you age before you're ageless?

Align yourself with the divine

Allow your inner sage to burn you rageless

'Cause I find through testaments of time

There is not space for time within your mind

If you're looking for yourself, yourself you'll find

Through your crystal of your spirit

You'll inherit the divine

You are God, you best believe

Don't waste your time down on your knees

It's everybody for themselves

You are the fire and the cross

It's our loss

Collective soul, collective wealth

The new wine is dying on the vine

How much must you age before you're ageless?

Align yourself with the divine

Allow your inner sage to burn you rageless

'Cause I find through testaments of time

There is not space for time within your mind

If you're looking for yourself, yourself you'll find

Through your crystal of your spirit

You'll inherit the divine

You are God, you best believe

Don't waste your time down on your knees

It's everybody for themselves

You are the fire and the cross

It's our loss

Collective soul, collective wealth

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

I'm every daughter and son

That's like a bible and gun

Pea****ed and ready aim as steady as a ray of the sun

My ammunition: intuition full eclipse (clips) from my lung

Son you could never guess what planet I'm from

My MC name is my first name

My birth name

Alias is all of us

Soul of us, the fall of us

To surely come when we deny it

Loudest **** gets quiet

His inner peace is a riot

Sell your soul if you wanna, but that don't mean I'ma buy it

See, I've been concious of your nonsense

Stay offensive and quiet

And I ain't gonna lie it

Be too hard to deny it

I ain't from your block and never had to deal with your sh*t

Never had a glock, never kept it real with no bid

And when I saw a **** like you, son I practically hid

'Cause you did what you did

And I wasn't the kid

Don't give a f**k now, I'll be the first one to player hate

The eye of the needle set the record straight

And I retialate

Retialate

Retaliate

Retaliate

And I be fishin on

That same star you be wishin on

Make your move, son you know the missions' on

So never question who I am, God knows

And I know God personally

In fact he lets me call him me

In fact he lets me call him me

So never question who I am, God knows

And I know God personally

In fact she lets me call her me

In fact she lets me call her me

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

I could recite the grass on a hill

And memorize the moon

I know the cloud forms of love by heart

And have brought tears to the eye of a storm

My memory banks

Vaults of autumn forests and amazon river banks

And I have screamed them into sunsets

That echo in earthquakes

Shadows have been my spotlight

As I monologue with night

And dialogue the days

Seliliquies of wind and breeze

Applauded by sun rays

We put language in zoos

To observe caged thought

And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect

Motherf**kers think these are metahors, I speak what I see

All words and worlds are metaphors of me

My life is authored by the moon, footprints written in soil

The fountain pen of martian men noveling human toil

And yes, the soil speaks highly of me

When earth seeds root me

Poet tree

Now, maybe I'm too serious

Too good to hear

Too matter

Though I'm riddled with the reason of the sun

A stand-up comet with the audience of lungs

This body of laughter, is it with me or at me

Hue more (humor) or less though genders mute

And the punchline has this lifeline at it's root

I'm a star, this life's the suburbs, I commute

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

So do you know how I feel tonight?

Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight?

See how I shine I'm a star

Oh yea

Now do you know who you are tonight?

[Visas Marr is hot]

Rape me. rape me my friend. rape me again. i'm not the only 1. nohohohoh. i'm not the only 1. RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE MEEEEEEEEEE!

 

isn't dat a lovely child friendly song?

[Daaave]

Rape me. rape me my friend. rape me again. i'm not the only 1. nohohohoh. i'm not the only 1. RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE ME! RAPE MEEEEEEEEEE!

 

isn't dat a lovely child friendly song?

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

I got my 6 year old sister listening to that, she loves it.

 

:D

[Missy]

Martina Topley-Bird - Too Tough To Die:

 

I always wonder why

My mama left town

New Haven ain't a bag of salt

When nobody knows your name

You look so different over the phone

Seven states away they're doin'

Doin' the strange fruit swing

When they come down

You have to leave town

 

I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die

 

Blessed are those who believe

Who believe and have not seen

I wasn't there

And it's got me wondering

And the man you make then and now

He's burning

School's are learning you can't unlearn

No room to turn

Let alone run

 

And I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die

 

It's in their eyes

It's unspoken

Don't even know they're out to do you harm

Can't even see the pulse beating

In the axle of your arm

 

Outlaw wearin' diamond patches

of sunlight on his coat

Livin in a cage make a 7 time daddy

lose his mind to roam

Derision's a cold wind against my skin

You keep a-flayin til there's no skin at all

What's to hold it together when you stumble

And you fall

 

I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die

 

Tricky - Christiansands:

 

(a small excerpt)

 

You and me, what does that mean?

Always, what does that mean?

Forever, what does that mean?

It means we'll manage

I'll master your language

And in the mean time I'll create my own

Buy my own

 

Bj

[Daaave]

Bjork - Human Behaviour.

 

For Mistress.

 

If you ever get close to a human

and human behaviour

be ready to get confused

 

there's definitely no logic

to human behaviour

but yet so irresistible

 

there is no map

to human behaviour

 

they're terribly moody

then all of a sudden turn happy

but, oh, to get involved in the exchange

of human emotions is ever so satisfying

 

there's no map and

a compass

wouldn't help at all

 

human behaviour.

 

Ahhhhh the joys of copy and paste.

[Baley]

Immortal Technique - "Dance With The Devil"

 

[Verse 1]

I once knew a **** whose real name was William

His primary concern, was making a million

Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

He used to **** moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

**** never had a father and his mom was a fiend

She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober

Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

He started hanging out selling bags in the projects

Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

He was fascinated by material objects

But he understood money never bought respect

He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal

But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal

So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal

I don't project my insurecurity's at other people

He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial

The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental

Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

 

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

You propably only did a month for minor offences

Ask a **** doing life if he had another chance

But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

 

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

Starting fights over little ****, up on the block

Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

Working overtime for making money for the crack spot

Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

They told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs

Any bitch **** with a gun, can bust slugs

Any **** with a red shirt can front like a blood

Even Puffy smoked the mother****er up in a club

But only a real thug can stab someone till they die

Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

And they wanted to test him, before business started

Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

So now he had a choice between going back to his life

Or making money with made men, up in the cife

His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

A hardcore **** is all he ever wanted to be

And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

And so they quietly got out the car and followed her

Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair

And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

Screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around

The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed

So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

And then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

 

[sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

 

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice

And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

****ed the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder

Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

His corruption had succesfully changed his fate

And he remembered how his mom used to come home late

Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked

White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

[Dark_Raven]

Testament " Return To Serenity"

 

I'm gonna take you

To a place far from here

No one will see us

Watch the pain as it disappears

No time for anger

No time for despair

Won't you come with me

There's a room for us there

This innocent beauty

My words can't describe

This rebirth purity

Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes

No time for anger

No time for despair

Please let me take you

'cause I'm already there

 

I'm so alone

My head's my home

I'll return to serenity

 

Rhyme without reason is why children cry

They see through the system

That's breeding them just so they die

So please let me take you

And I'll show you the truth

Inside my reality

We shared in youth

 

I'm so alone

My head's my home

And I feel

So alone

You know

At last

I'll return to serenity

 

Now that I've taken you

To a place far from here

I really must go back

Close your eyes and we'll disappear

Won't you come with me

Salvation we'll share

Inside of my head now

There's a room for us there