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05-30-2007, 03:43 AM
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My childhood was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal Leaving us scared with a stare untill it transformed into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man formed In the projects, we used to beef with each other 'cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at nine; I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time I could've been dolo and still not flip and get live alot of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive Me and bill had a rep for fuckin deceps up when they step they crepped deep like roaches and will catch you if you slipped peepin around the project buildingsto see who's on the bench might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defence only thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years -Necro
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05-30-2007, 06:42 AM
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Dorian - Brother Ali
Here we are in the apartment corridor, "Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you. I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right, But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont" And it's not once or twice, but every damn night Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right Now man to man, I can understand They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman? Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..." "....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized First off scooter, take the bass out your voice I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on you I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business bitch" Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted, But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected - Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him, Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him Little man could make moves that I couldn't, He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place Air point style, the second one take off, the next one land Learn some respect young man He glanced down for the brick on the ground, Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground I said somebody need to beat your ass, And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up Ready to protect and serve, And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves He helped the wife-beater stand up, But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffs And you can imagine my surprise, When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man Damn that was not the plan... Concrete Schoolyard - Jurassic 5 Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear You add water to bone And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the sucka mc's die before they've begun From shore to shore And from sun to sun We use the pen not the gun Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit I'm all about the beats and the lyrics So when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference we persevere The purpose is clear We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe You're lurking in fear Cause we take it back like robbin loxly Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel Its not about the bills That's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah... Chorus: Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic 2X Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China Just to get the right blend Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats pull out your cuts Give us a mic, whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum Chorus 2X Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attach? Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say when MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah... Chorus 2X You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent When it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman On Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the similack My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick it I represent the real From the beginning to the end of it
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"One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain. So hit me with music, hit me with music"
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05-30-2007, 09:43 PM
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"Streams Of Whiskey" -The Pogues
Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's philosophies He had but these few clear and simple words to say I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed, bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always went slack And now that I've a pile I'll go down to the Chelsea I'll walk in on my feet But I'll leave there on my back Because I'm going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I'm going, I'm going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There was nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I'll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer Because I'm going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing
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Fifteen Bucks Little Man, Put That Shit In My Hand
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06-10-2007, 01:50 PM
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Haven't Slept In Years By Matthew Good Band Make me your animal Make me your freak and i will pack them in It's understandable After all you're only human All this time it's been killing me All this time it's been caving in my head Killing me Alive, alive, alive You're dead Haven't slept in years Haven't talked to anybody else Make me your cannibal Make me your product and i will make you rich Well, it's still fashionable, isn't it? All this time it's been killing you All this time it's been caving in your head Killing you Alive, alive, alive You're dead.
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Cannabis being illegal is a literal crime against humanity. "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle "No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find people on your side that you wish were on the other." - Jascha Heifetz Best Online Documentaries | NORML | BOINC | Help End World Hunger |
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06-11-2007, 04:54 AM
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Im still going with Soil-Redefine
FIRST SIGHT Turns me around again Brings me face to face with my sin I've got it, always had it A reason to look within now TAKE FLIGHT To your sun again Burns the sin straight from my hands I've got it, always had it A reason to live within now Every time I fall You catch me And every time I lose control You help me, you save me And every time I lose myself You find me, redefine me MY GOD How stained my hands have been Makes me sick from inside out again I've got it, always had it A reason to look within now STAND CLOSE To my side again Never stuck a knife in my back, friend I've got it, always had it A reason to live within now Somebody to make me feel whole again (better) Somebody to make me want to love again (my life gets better) Somebody to make me see the sun again (my life gets better) Somebody to hold me, hold me Until this life feels better Every time I fall And every time I lose control You help me, you save me And every time I lose myself You find me, redefine me And every time I hate myself You love me, forgive me And every time I lose myself You find me, redefine me
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06-13-2007, 12:09 AM
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"the perfect drug"-nine inch nails
I got my head but my head is unravelling cant keep control can't keep track of where it's travelling i got my heart but my heart's no good you're the only one that's understood i come along but i dont know where you're taking me i shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky the more i give to you the more i die and i want you you are the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug you make me hard when i'm all soft inside i see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed the arrow goes straight through my heart without you everything just falls apart my blood just wants to say hello to you my fears want to get inside of you my soul is so afraid to realize how every little bit is left of me and i want you you are the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug the perfect drug take me with you without you everything just falls apart it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
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07-28-2007, 01:13 AM
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Cannabis being illegal is a literal crime against humanity. "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle "No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find people on your side that you wish were on the other." - Jascha Heifetz Best Online Documentaries | NORML | BOINC | Help End World Hunger | Last edited by Liquidtruth : 08-11-2007 at 06:30 AM.
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07-28-2007, 01:24 AM
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"The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told, I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest. When I left my home And my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, Running scared, Laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go, Looking for the places Only they would know. Lie-la-lie... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, But I get no offers, Just a come-on from the whores On Seventh Avenue I do declare, There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Lie-la-lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, Going home Where the New York City winters Aren't bleeding me, Leading me, Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer, And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame, "I am leaving, I am leaving." But the fighter still remains Lie-la-lie...
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07-28-2007, 02:45 AM
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The Hold Steady - Your Little Hoodrat Friend
Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick But after I get sick I just get sad Because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken But always being both must be a drag She's been calling me again She's been calling me again Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings She says it hurts, but it's worth it Tiny little text etched into her neck it said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins" She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back It said "damn right I'll rise again" Yeah, damn right you'll rise again I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? Your little hoodrat friend got me high though We were 17 and stuck up in Osseo She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by still water And washed up in the Mississippi River Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people She said "St. Theresa came to me in dreams" She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you I'm kinda saving myself for the scene" I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? She said City Center used to be the center of the scene Now City Center's over, no one really goes there Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop there were just way too many kids I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind I got punctured I got stopped by the cops, they found it in my socks And I got probed But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? The Decemberists - Odalisque they've come to find you odalisque as the light dies horribly on a fire escape you walk all rare and resolved to drop and when they find you odalisque they will rend you terribly stitch from stitch til all your linen and limbs will fall lazy lady had a baby girl and a sweet sound it made raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt in the railroad culdesac and what do we with 10 baby shoes a kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? what do we do? what do we do? fifteen stitches will mend those britches right and then rip them down again sapling switches will rend those rags alright what a sweet sound it makes and what do we do with 10 dirty jews a thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? what do we do? what do we do? lay your belly under mine you're naked under me, under me such a filthy dimming shine the way you kick and scream, kick and scream and what do we do with ten baby shoes a kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? what do we do? what do we do? lazy lady had a baby girl, and a sweet sound it made Minus the Bear - Ice Monster you've come to this. you were once a lion. you've come to this. bringing den here. you've come to this. you were a lion. you've come to this. sigh alone now. you walked on some tall moon tail. it's come to this. you walked on a tall. we all know you've come home to fall. she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man. and you're never gonna see her again. i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me. but your party's over, it's done. the end. take a step back take a step back take a step back man take a step back and turn yourself around. the check has been cashed there's no stopping it now. you're safe if i'm safe and she's safe, we're okay. the sooner as we pass this we'll all stop our knocking on wood. knock on wood. she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man. and you're never gonna see her again. i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me. but your party's over, it's done. the end. it's come to this [x8] and we all know that you've come home to fall. she's gone, she's gone 'cross the border, man. and you're never gonna see her again. i could give a fuck, oh, what you do to me. but your party's over, it's done. the end.
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------ "All those who seek to destroy the liberties of a democratic nation ought to know that war is the surest and shortest means to accomplish it." - Alexis de Tocqueville Last edited by EnemyOfTheState : 07-28-2007 at 02:51 AM.
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07-28-2007, 02:54 AM
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"More Time To Kill" - Lamb Of God
I just got the news today you were dying, Hot Damn! We're already partying. But please, before you have to leave, Let me tell you a few last things. Suffer unto me Indulge my every need. I don't want to meet you halfway I've always despised that fucking place, Suffer unto me Indulge my every need. I'm not offering you my way I'm kicking you down the fucking highway. Get one thing straight from the get-go, I truly don't give a fuck about you I never have and I never will, Each day you breathe it's more time to kill. Fuck Your World Up (Goddamn!) Your last breath, I'll take it now Your last breath, I'll take it now Your last breath, I'll rip it away And haunt your dreams in your final sleep Get one thing straight from the get-go, I truly don't give a fuck about you I never have and I never will, Each day you breathe it's more time to kill I never have, I never will
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Fifteen Bucks Little Man, Put That Shit In My Hand
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07-28-2007, 03:03 AM
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And bumped the song 100,000 + times.
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Welcome to Detroit.
You'll never see a rapper in this game like me again, Shit when i spit it transforms lil boys into men. I was born not to give a fuck, Want a drank get your cup, Turn it up throw it up, Take the world blow it up, Somebody slow it up, Roll it up smoke it up, Fuck it homie IMA LAUGH NO N CRY LATER, GETCHA PAPER WE CAN LAUGH NOW N CRY LATER.
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07-28-2007, 11:45 AM
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Cannabis being illegal is a literal crime against humanity. "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle "No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find people on your side that you wish were on the other." - Jascha Heifetz Best Online Documentaries | NORML | BOINC | Help End World Hunger | Last edited by Liquidtruth : 08-11-2007 at 06:32 AM.
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07-28-2007, 08:20 PM
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CHOKING VICTIM "Five-Finger Discount" A walk through the product store and 15 aisles to see all the pretty, pretty packages staring back at me which is my favorite, where is my chance to remove the product and stick it in my pants cuz I want to see, what's on sale whats for free (every time I go to shop I steal from) enemies who steal from me, and from you (if only you knew, then you would steal too) adrenaline rushes, the products in my grip I am only shopping, but now it's time to lift I look for my moment, and down my pants I stick the product I've selected is concealed against my dick cuz I want to see, what's on sale whats for free (every time I go to shop I steal from) enemies who steal from me, and from you (if only you knew, then you would steal too) paranoid as fuck security in tow is he really traling me and does he really know? of my little secret my pride and his shame this is so exciting kid, it's like a fucking game I'm almost to the counter, will I make it to the door will I get away like a million times before? or will i be caught, jailed, banned from the store? like if the product I've selected slips and crashes to the floor Five finger discount! and I want to see, what's on sale whats for free (every time I go to shop I steal from) enemies who steal from me, and from you (if only you knew, then you would steal too) paranoid as fuck security in tow is he really traling me and does he really know? of my little secret my pride and his shame this is so exciting kid, it's like a fucking game I'm almost to the counter, will I make it to the door will I get away like a million times before? or will i be caught, jailed, banned from the store? like if the product I've selected slips and crashes to the floor I get to the door and out the door I slide I feel a sense of dignity, I feel a sense of pride I do a happy dance and down the street I bail as I have a little feast of what's on sale. LEFTOVER CRACK "Rock The 40 Oz." Shoot the kids at school, All in a bloody pool, I'll show the teachers too, 'Cause they can't tell me what to do, Getting C's and D's Saying "thanks and please" You broke the golden rules, You're staying after school, Life is real estate, To the ones I hate, | |
