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Ill Communication Sure Shot You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot
I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go 'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot
Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your [nocando] And Bust Your Ear Drums Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And On The Microphone I Come Correct Timing Like A Clock When I'Rock The Hip Hop Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box I´ve Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One To Fix It Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too Much Sick [nocando] Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen
Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time 'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't Stop MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot
I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long Overdue The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through To All The Mothers And Sisters A And Ahe Wives And Friends I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End Well You Say I´m Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking But I´m Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking So I´m Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V. I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD I'm That Kid In The Corner All [nocando] Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A [nocando] Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications
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Professor Booty, Check your head
Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump And then you want to know Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin' I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait 'Cause I'm the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to So light a match to my [nocando] 'cause I'm blown up I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up But now I want y'all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right 'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in I got a feelin' that's back again So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric And if you touch me you'll get shocked!
You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We've got our own studio the son of the G It's no question life's been good to me 'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I've been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle.
So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn't finish 'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I'm bad [nocando] move your fat [nocando] 'Cause you're wack son Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I'll put the rug out under your [nocando] As I talk on I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme 'Cause your [nocando]'ll be stinking When I go for mine And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all You can't say [nocando] Because you're biting what I write y'all And that's wrong y'all over the long haul You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all -------
Licensed To Ill Time To Get Ill I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky [nocando] bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill
Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill
Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill -------
Hello Nasty Intergalactic Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child >From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up until the very last mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic
Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic
From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do it
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Night Of The Living Basheads
Here it is BAMMM And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about...BASS
I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS
Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS ---------
Um lampin, um lampin, um cole cole lampin I got loowies boy, um not trampin I just came from Da-crib ya know Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro Live lyrics from the bank of reality I kick da flyest dope maneuver technicality To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack Um in my Flav-mobile cole lampin I took dis g upstate cole lampin Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
Flavor-Flav on a hype tip Um ya hype drink, come take a big sip Um in position, you can't play me out da pocket I'll take da dopest beat yougot and I'll rock-it Like chocolate, even vanilla - chocolate, strawberry, saperella Flavors are electric - try me - get a shock-a Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone knock-a A clock on my chest proves I don't fess I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest Flavor in da house by Chuck-D's side Chuck got da Flavor-Flav don't hide P.E. crazy, Crazy P.E. - makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin spree
Ya eatin death cause ya like gittin dirt from da graveyard - ya put gravy on it Den ya pick ya teeth with tomb stone chips And casket cover clips - dead women hips ya do da bump with - bones Nutin but love bones Lifestyles of the Live-en-dead First ya live den ya dead - died trying ta clock what I said Now I got a murder rap cause I bust ya cap with Flavor - pure Flavor We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki - Valoothki Super-calafraga-hestik-alagoothki You could put dat in ya don't know what I said book Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk Shinavative ill factors by da Flavor Flav Come an ride da Flavor wave In any year on any givin day What a brova know - what do Flavor say Why do dis record play dat way Prime time merrily in da day Right now dis radio station is busy - brainknowledgeably wizzy Honey drippers, you say you got it You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors Onion an garlic french fried potatas Make ya breath stink, breath fire Makes any onion da best crier
I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect Peter perfect pimped a perfect Peter Honey dripper - sucker sipper - big dipper - sucker dipper Drippin suckers like its goin out-a-style Creatin flavors for da Flavor Flav pile Lampin booyee madina style
Kickin da flavor gittin busy Ya goin ouut, I think ya dizzy I think ya hungry, cause ya starvin fa Flavor Flavor most, put it on toast Eat it-en taste it en swallow it down Imperial Flavor gives you da crown Of the king called Flavor, da king of all flavors Rolls an rolls an rolls life savers Flavor Flav is in everything ya eat cause everything ya eat got flavor Flavor Flav is da first taste ya git in da mornin - ya breakfast is da flavor In between dat ta lunch - in between dat dinner - in between dat ta midnight flavor Yeah, das right I got somethin fa all da fandangoes of damangoes of da fandangoes of da mangoes --------------
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you
Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
Terminator X
From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man
No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy
Terminator X
Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X ------
Party For Your Right To Fight
Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were
J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black
To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back
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hip hop... hipidy hop. not rap <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" />
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Lol Lews you are amazing!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
You can have my absence of faith you can have my everything...
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you got hip hop, and hip hop and RnB etc
the kind of hip hop thats about partying, shaking bottoms, sex, and 'love'... thats pathetic music in my eyes or ears <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" />
It's one of these days...
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"I crawl in my black box to hide I welcome misery with pride" i dont understand why people would want to listen to music where the lyrics are depressing and where the singer just moans about his pitiful life. alot of (not all) the chosen lyrics on this thread are depressing, how miserable. try and lighten it up a bit. what we need here is a bit of hip hop lyrics from the band NWA, although they be seen as racist when quoted by a white-boy. I suppose the word "pride" is not known to you Thor. And I don't want racist songs in this thread. There are members of all over the world here and they are people I love. Don't want them to get sad by some racist songs in here. And for your information the lyrics I added are from a very happy song. The melody is very happy full of joy. Let's not talk about pitiful life here... I would have much to say about... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/memad.gif" alt="" />
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Jimmy Eat World Sweetness
are you listening string from your tether unwinds up and outward to bind i was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me tell me what do i need when words lose their meaning stumble until you crawl sinking into sweet uncertainty i'm still running away i won't play your hide and seek game what a dizzy dance this sweetness will not be concerned with me
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there not even good lyrics. jimmy eat world are awful.
outfield, your love.
Josey's on a vacation far away, come on in lets talk it over. So many things that i want to say, you know i like my girls a little bit older;
and i just wanna use your love, tonight. and i dont wanna loose you love tonight, woah!
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Personal I like the offspring, saliva, nickelback...
Saliva -Superstar-
Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow. Toast the champagne cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow. If it feels good then it feels good and I do it all day. You want me to play you best bring your brain, you best bring your money.
Make me a superstar. No matter who you are.
Razorblade and lines and I walk the line without feeling no one. Damn my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from these empty bottles. Films and magazines its all what I need and all what I planned on. Where's my limousine. It's just a dream that I won't wake up from.
Make me a superstar. It don't matter who you are. Make me a superstar. No matter who you are.
And all of my pills and all of my drinks is makin me, makin me, makin me. And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me.
Cover me in greed, cause you planted the seed when you fed my ego. Needless and disease for old invincible me like some kind of hero. Is it no surprise that I'm paralyzed by my fame and fortune. As I close my eyes and dive into the sky I'm dead 27.
Make me a superstar. It don't matter who you are. Make me a superstar. No matter who you are.
And all of my pills and all of my drinks is makin me, makin me, makin me. And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me. And all of my pills and all of my drinks is killin me, killin me, killin me. And all that I feel and all that I see is fakin me, fakin me, fakin me.
Make me a superstar, it don't matter who you are. Make me a superstar, no matter who you are. [
Not in the mood for cheese? That excuse has more holes than a slice this fine Gorgombert!
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Some old skool rap here:
Artist: Run-D.M.C. Album: Raising Hell Song: You Be Illin'
Verse 1
(One) day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac! You be illin'
Verse 2
(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat (in free!) no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town Round his back, to the hoop, and you scream "Touchdown!" You be illin'
Verse 3
The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin'
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(For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was def You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! You be illin'
Lews: Excellent choices <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> Beasties rock!
" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin
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one of my favorite songs ever...it's japanese...i hope you peeps don't mind..
J-Pop Lyrics: Utada Hikaru ("Distance")
Eternally
me no maeni iru kimi ga sukoshi kagayaki mawari ga mienai watashi-tachi wa doko ni iru no
zawameki hajimeta haikei no nakani mada kienai da ne mou nani mo kikoenai But I can feel your breath
odoroku hodo kimagurena tenkai ni sukoshi dake watashi rashi kunai kitai o, oh oh shiteru
I wanna be here eternally kono mama mitsume aetteitai I can feel you close to me itsumademo sobani wa irarenai kono shunkan dake wa zutto eien ni
tatakai ni dekakeru maeno hito yasumi anata to sugoshitai yakusoku wa kondo aeta toki ni Can you hear me breath?
odoroku hodo dewanai tenkai ni mo kandou shichau toki ga dare ni datte, oh oh aru
I wanna be here eternally dare ni mo mitsukaranai tokoro ni I can see you are all I need ashita made tasuke wa iranai kono shunkan sae mo kitto just a fantasy
I can feel you close to me ano basho ni kaere nakunatte mo ima no kimochi dake wa zutto eien
I wanna be here eternally I can see you are all I need kono shunkan dake wa eien ni
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there not even good lyrics. jimmy eat world are awful.
outfield, your love.
Josey's on a vacation far away, come on in lets talk it over. So many things that i want to say, you know i like my girls a little bit older;
and i just wanna use your love, tonight. and i dont wanna loose you love tonight, woah! No those are bad lyrics, any child could write those
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i've never heard of outfield btw....
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Another World~Beborn Beton
Music : Stefan Tillmann Text : Stefan Netschio
There is no use in dying When still I seem to be undone There is no use in trying to find again The love of someone Where have I gone and come so far Well, I've been headed nowhere I have been walking quite a while along Feeling lonesome Don't you worry, they won't find my body I want you to know I found peace in another world Don't keep digging, I want you to leave back away from the place where my ashes are buried I still can hear you breathing As if you'd never gone away I still can feel your touch, your tenderness As if you were still there There is no sense in crying Only liquid running from my eyes And all the feelings I restrain are the Remainders that survived
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Torture~Beborn Beton Musik: Stefan Tillmann Text : Stefan Tillmann
The street`s running under our feet worlds between us, although you`re near me The cold came creeping in the night and this rain weakens my brain Now we`re 2oo Miles away from the sea and I`m standing in the doorway your eyes are lying at me still and then you slowly shut the door Hate is the kiss when you awake a vision of a red red rose so the clown starts his last song while a light end the sun The smell of death is hanging in the air and I see little children burning while it rains dead cats and dogs I look to the sky : Where`s a god ? Can`t You see it`t torture for me and this is why I hate You now, all I want is to forget You I can live without You now !
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there not even good lyrics. jimmy eat world are awful.
outfield, your love.
Josey's on a vacation far away, come on in lets talk it over. So many things that i want to say, you know i like my girls a little bit older;
and i just wanna use your love, tonight. and i dont wanna loose you love tonight, woah!
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No those are bad lyrics, any child could write those no, you suck. you clearly haven't heard the song nobjock.
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Hearing the song doesn't change the fact that the lyrics are dull, and not creative.
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lol.
NOW we're getting somewere! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> thanks Bernhard, Luc, <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shhh.gif" alt="" /> I copied and pasted <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shame.gif" alt="" />
Beastie Boys! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
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veteran
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veteran
Joined: Mar 2003
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Bane Release The Hounds
all swelled with pride, your chest blown out face the flag as you declare "we are the greatest country in the world richest, smartest, most advanced... who can keep up with us?" and where has it gotten us? take a look around as miserable as we have ever been violent, mean, pulling our hair out as fourteen year olds march through metal detectors bitter, unhealthy, empty most dissatisfied of societies my granddad weeps for the simple days everything that you could ever dream of five minutes from our fingertips prettied, processed, packaged, shipped right to your door we need everything in every color to feel that we're alive we've got to brag to all the world about all our toys just like when we were five i hear you chant "everything is alright, it's gonna be alright" as you rush to your night job everything is gonna be alright knuckles white as you grip your purse you scream that things could not be better as the flames lick at your face and i'm as [nocando] as anybody the bright lights catch my eyes i'm as scared as anyone the blood rains from the sky we can't tell what we want from what we need or which one matters more it's all a spinning mobile it's all a catchy lullaby everything is gonna be alright so suck your thumb
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Calibre Ft. Camden (Belgian) Where is my mind
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming
I was swimming in the Caribbean Animals were hiding behind the rock Except for little fish When they told me east is west trying to talk to me, coy koi
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah
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Calibre Karma
the country that i am is lost tonight the visions the sructures the unions are sold delusion is a dense, cold forest of interest where freedom now just cannot unfold there's salt in my eyes but i still feel the same every step out of line becomes a marathon trough solid walls of salt karma walks on Karma walks on yeah yeah karma walks on yeah yeah
Yeah we're suffering losses they coat bullets hot with telfon they run starwarsthey run echelon yeah we're suffering losses they got traces run on every one got viral blasts shot from tv war tactics pressed to dvd subsonic rounds and firewalls espionage industrial
Karma walks on yeah yeah karma walks on yeah yeah
The blast missed none erratic re-con the blast missed none i see you butcher the pawns the blast missed none touching horizon the blast missed none and karma walks on the ambush is a commonplace where you embrace this barrel smiling and malice bares a caring face there's salt in my eyes but i still feel the same
Yeah we're suffering losses the temperance of hydro-bombs yeah we're suffering losses they pop "canisters of sedition" yeah we're suffering losses and the point men carry cold passion got blasting caps that ricochet and killing zones that lead astray a full blast wipe out strategy for a militant economy
Karma walks on yeah yeah karma walks on yeah yeah
It's one of these days...
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journeyman
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journeyman
Joined: Mar 2004
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<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/offtopic.gif" alt="" /> Boy this thread makes me feel old.
Men and nations do behave wisely, once all other alternatives have been exhasted
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