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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


(Chorus)

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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
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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

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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



<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> Go Beastie Boys, Intergalactic....

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
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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
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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



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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

Public Enemy, takes a nation of trillions to them back <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />



hip hop... hipidy hop. not rap <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" />

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> Lews, how long have you been typing??? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

Lol Lews you are amazing!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

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="" />

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="" />

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

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!

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.
[

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'

Verse 4

(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!

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

No those are bad lyrics, any child could write those

i've never heard of outfield btw....

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

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 !

no, you suck. you clearly haven't heard the song nobjock.

Hearing the song doesn't change the fact that the lyrics are dull, and not creative.

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="" />

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

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