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posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 09:07 AM
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Tupac - Changes



Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a **** he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh




-tts




posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 09:20 AM
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Tracy Chapman
"Never Yours"
Where You Live

Say I have known some
Less than I should
Say I have known some
Too well for my own good
Say I'm a saint of mercy
Say I'm a whore
I've been a lot of things
But never yours

I wear my mama's dress
Her finest clothes
Daddy showed me outside
To meet you on the front porch
I laugh at all your jokes
But you look bored
I've been a lot of things but never yours

You never cross my mind
You can be sure
You'll never catch my eye
Waiting for you watching the door
I let you hold me
Dry lip kiss me on the dance hall floor
I've been a lot of things
But never yours

Never yours
Never yours
Never yours
Never yours
Never yours
Never yours
Never yours
Never yours

So you say you won
It was a bet
A game of pool or cards
I repay my family's debt
I let you lie beside me
With no remorse
I've been a lot of things
But never yours

Say I have known some
Less than I should
Say I have known some
Too well for my own good
Say I'm a saint of mercy
Say I'm a whore
I've been a lot of things
But never yours

Such a good song. Love me some Tracy!



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 10:00 AM
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Jeru the Damaja - One Day

One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up
By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
Screechin' off so I jump up scratch my nuts
But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up
So I go to the door there's a note it says:
"We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat
Do the right thing and we might let him go
But if you call the police that's all she wrote
You know what the motive is it's all about dough
And in case ya think we bull#tin' here's the photo."
I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down
But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background
With fake alligator boots on
And smack dab in the middle was Hip-Hop with a Versace suit on
I immediately called Primo
I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double
Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest
Meet me and D&D in an half an hour
And bring all ya # wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."
Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy
If I recall correctly I last saw Hip-Hop down at Bad Boy
We'll see if Puff knows whassup
Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and #in' his mind up
We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down
"Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:
"Suge came and took him from Puff last night,
He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
So we went to L.A. later that evenin'
When we got there, everything was aaight
And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.
ONE DAY...



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 10:23 AM
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Jeru the Damaja - Ain't The Devil Happy

As devils search for the secrets to immortality
I alter my physical chemistry
Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I exist even when no things are left
Vibrations transcend space and time
Pure at heart because I deal with the mind
That's why I compose these verses
Audible worlds my thoughts are now universes
Written on these pages is the ageless
wisdom of the sages, ignorance is contagious
So I hope you keep your focus
There's no hocus-pocus, in the end, it's just us
Devil got brother killin brother, it's insane
Goin out like Abel and Cain
Wisen up and use your brain
There'll be no limit, to the things that you can gain
In positivity, balance it with negativity
Until then
Ain't the devil happy

I hate when the devil's happy, so I wear my hair hair nappy
Knotty, won't go out like John Gotti
He came from the caves to destroy everybody
And we like fools destroy our own bodies
Too many niggaz chillin, bad boys boom boom
This leaves no room for the flowers to bloom
Seeds blow in the wind, another drug killing
What, are we accomplishing? Nothing
What's, the matter?
Why every time I look around another brain gets splattered?
Some pockets get fatter but it don't matter
The devil's the only one who really gets fatter
Lead ruptures flesh, spleens are shattered
Dreams are shattered, another Queen without a King
What will out children become without proper guidance?
Probably nothing
So ain't the devil happy

Niggaz are in a state of nothingness
Hopelessness, lifelessness
If you're in range I hope you hear this
And try to change this, cause it's disastrous
Who gets the most loot, who gets bust?
Dollar bill y'all, is the god we trust
The days blow by like dust
Even Men of Steel rust
We're out here acting ridiculous
When, only we can save us
Mentally enslave us, for little or nothing kill our neighbors
Animalistic, cannibalistic, behavior
Look to the sky for your savior
He won't save ya, he didn't save your forefathers
Why bother, brothers? You must discover
The power of self, know thyself, or find thyself
Hating thyself, killing thyself
While he collects the wealth that you sit back and murder for
Ain't the devil happy



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 11:00 AM
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Cypress Hill Featuring MC Eiht - Prelude To A Come Up

[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..

Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some #in skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no #in extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"With the crew from off the Hill"

[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the #ty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm ad libin'
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin #, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session

"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"With the crew from off the Hill"

[MC Eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penitentiary

[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you #in sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the mother#ers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers

"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"
"# is real on the mother#in Hill God"

[edit on 19/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 11:30 AM
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Snoop Dogg - Gin & Juice

With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass # like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you mother#ers bounce to this

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of #, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie?)
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just...

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
#, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im #ed up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the door
And Ill be...

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]




posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 11:40 AM
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Beastie Boys - The Negotiation Limerick File

My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong

At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
That I am well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose you so and so
It's my primary bone of contention

I tell you everybody I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane if it don't rain
Sucker MC's are problematic

I love it when you hit those switches
A curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here we come
Like dum ditty dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches

The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex
It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects

Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody let's show improve
Don't let me begin about heroin
Living six feet deep just ain't the move

We're giving you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When it comes to rhymes and beat designs
I'm at the control tower

Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all those people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 11:48 AM
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nine inch nails - the great collapse


i'm bout to collapse onto my bed and
zZzZzz



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 11:56 AM
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Cypress Hill - Killafornia

[B-Real]
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty mother#ers, can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
Niggas want a piece of the pie, # off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, #
Mother#ers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done
Send out your invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling
But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

[Hustlers]
--Yeah, man, I've been out here running game for eight years
--I know I'm getting tired of standing on this corner
--Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool finest mother#ing bitches
Jewels and all that #, if I got to take it from a nigga
--#, let him run for me then
--I can work for myself, don't have to work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler

[B-real]
Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the #ing block
Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?

[Hustlers]
--Damn, what's up, I see you pushing that big time weight
--I told you, I wasn't bull#ting
--You coming up, aight!
--When I seen you three or four months ago I told you
--Got respect for a man now
--Handle your #!

[B-Real]
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
# working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees
Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady mother#er in the city Los Scandalous

[Hustlers]
--Well, well, little man came up a little bit
--It feels good having money in the pocket
--# that nine to five bull#, right?
--Yeah, kick that # to the curb
--But you got to look out for the scandalous mother#ers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a mother#er
--Yeah, but mother#ers got to look out for us too
--You know what I'm saying
--I'm just as shisty as a nigga
--#, set me up and niggas are gonna die
--You get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bull#
--I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
--Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
--Let's get the # out of here
--Let's step then



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 12:33 PM
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Gravediggaz - Da Bomb

[Gatekeeper]
In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop
(Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!)
G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
Droppin' (Da Bomb!)

[Grym Reaper]
Ay yo I really hate snakes
I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face
But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits
# is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks
From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene
Always conscious I was born supreme
No wonder I run with a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic
Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics (Da Bomb!)
A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit
True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babblin'
Mic's turnin' to javelins
Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em (Hahahahaha!)

[Gatekeeper]
Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats
Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react
Occupation i'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason
For the break, I been around as long as the Rza
The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more
Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kicks on double doors
Your future's at stake, big mistake
You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm you can't escape, checkmate
The flashy nigga, underground digga
Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga
The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake
There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes
The bed rocker, snatch doctor
This little Bagandian rocker
I'm Phantom of the Opera
Check it, the mic is my crystal ball
And when I'm on it I'm open like a pore
You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm to my bigga niggas
Representing Gravediggaz worldwide stars drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm don't be alarmed
Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the (Da Bomb!)
G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
Droppin' (Da Bomb!)

[Grym Reaper]
I possess intellect to reflect
One of the best flows
Within the metro-politan
Got more styles than a Chinaman
Anywhere ya find the Grym
My mind I bring
Disaster to areas
Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers
Carry your whack ass outta my war zone
Or get slapped in the jaw bone
From the megawatts of the raw pone
Missed the tour rooms through
Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums
All over the Mediteranean Seas
I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian
Seizin' a Boeing 747
24/7 we're flowin' professionally
You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin'
We master the art exceptionally

[Gatekeeper]
No doubt when I precipitate the walls vibration
Thought skies cover your fake ass lacerations
Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event
Brothers in the New York streets that represent
Squeeze ya coal, 32 below
Send a chill through your bow
Catch your #in' nerve like a snow cone
You get stuffed like an envelope, yo
Won't even think twice, I'll slice the #in' rope
Save your salvation
Ruin your reputation
Get ready for a brief devastation
Forty clicks up the creek
If I hear a squeek
The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats
Brooklyn street perpendicular
The order for manslaughter is vehicular
Terrified flashbacks
Gaspin' for your airsac
The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter
You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
While your bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Now what ya gonna do kid
Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
(Da Bomb!)
Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep, Rzarector, Grym Reap
Collectively droppin' (Da Bomb!)
G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
I, double G, A to the zig zag Z



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 04:54 PM
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Tenacious D
Her Gently
Tenacious D

I'm so not typing in those lyrics here. LOL!

And then you say hey I brought you flowers. then you say wait a minute sally... i think i got something stuck in my teeth, could you get it out for me.. *hums*




posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 05:53 PM
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GREENDAY ~ TALES OF ANOTHER BROKEN HOME

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of #ing lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of #ing lies
And I walked this line
A million and one #ing times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home




[edit on 9/19/2006 by Stormrider]



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 05:58 PM
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Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere



My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done


[edit on 19/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 19 2006 @ 06:23 PM
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posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 01:42 AM
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Mind Shelter - Zero Gravity


crawling
searching



posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 01:52 AM
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He lives inside my mouth and tells me what to say
When he turns the trains off, he makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty and the nails are beetle wings
When he turns the trains off, he unties all of the strings

The worm: "Tell me something beautiful,
Tell me something free,
Tell me something beautiful
And I wish that I could be."

(Then I got my wings and I never even knew it
When I was a worm, thought I couldn't get through it)

Jack: (not spoken) Come, come
The toys all smell like children and the scab-knees will obey
I'll have to kneel on broomsticks just to make it go away.

[The Inauguration Of The Worm]

(Then I got my wings and I never even knew it
When I was a worm, thought I couldn't get through it)

A voice we have not yet heard: "Because today is black/Because there is no turnign back/Because your lies have watered me/I have become the strongest weed" weed...

Through Jack's eyes: The taste of metal
Disintegrator
Three holes upon the leather belt
It's cut and swollen
And the age is showing

Boy: "There's no one here to save ourself."

The Disintegrator: (to himself)
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear



posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 10:22 AM
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JT vs The Prodigy - Sexy Girls are Back


[edit on 20/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 10:28 AM
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One last thing before I shuffle off the planet,
I will be the one to make you crawl,
So I came down to wish you and unhappy birthday.

Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident.


I'm coming up on infrared, there is no running that can hide you,
Coz I can see in the dark.
I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.


One more thing before we start the final face-off,
I will be the one to watch you fall,
So I came down to crash and burn your bagger's banquet.

Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident.

I'm coming up on infrared, there is no running that can hide you,
Coz I can see in the dark.
I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.
(find you)

[instrumental]

I'm coming up on infrared, there is no running that can hide you,
Coz I can see in the dark.
I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.

I'm coming up on infrared, there is no running that can hide you,
Coz I can see in the dark.
I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.

I'm coming up on infrared, there is no running that can hide you,
Coz I can see in the dark.
I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.
Find you.
Find you.
Find you.



posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 10:32 AM
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Gravediggaz - Fairytalez

[Frukwan/Gatekeeper]
This is the story of three little pigs
And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging # up for self
Rolled up on a pig named swine
A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine fell for the short tail
But no way in hell was Earth that stale
Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade
The stone age, the origin of AIDS in the bone age
There was a pig, skin was black
He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts
If not they was be forced to sent back
But trouble come first, stale # got worse
Consumers of swine are now cursed
The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on
the shores of North America's hoof
When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf

[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [Until I'm old and gray]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [till I'm old and I'm gray]


[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief
Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin
like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage
The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
his daughter and his wife, cause he sought a better life
His boss laid him off on the 4th of December
He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort
Now deep in the Winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat
She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby
who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she unleashed her four sons into the night
They robbed that rich man BLIND!
Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
but still could not restore the mind see
Life is a dangerous game and it seems Cash Rule Eventually
Authored Mentally

[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [Until I'm old and gray]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [till I'm old and I'm gray]


[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust
to control as much fluff, his cold heart touched
The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid
with the golden Midas, touch
Smokin dutches that he ignited at will
Usin hundred dollar bills the Big Will, up until, he collided
with Fate, had a stroke while chokin on some stake
This was fatal as Hell was not bein able to take his pace
back to the cradle

[Frukwan/Gatekeeper]
Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Jack said, "I never ran, never will, cause I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the Living Provider, the outsider had beef
with Peter Piper cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his Viper
On the Yellow Brick Road he lost control
Got charged for runnin down the Scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the Keystone Cops

[Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [Until I'm old and gray]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [till I'm old and I'm gray]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [Until I'm old and gray]
When I was young [When I was young]
They was feeding me fairytalez [They was feeding me fairytalez]
And this goes on [And this goes on and on and on]
Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy [till I'm old and I'm gray]


[edit on 20/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 20 2006 @ 10:51 AM
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Gravediggaz - From The Dark Side

Yeahhh...

This is a story
That there are deep, situations, everybody go through in life
[its something that we go through]
You know, its that inside part of you that you dont tell nobody about
Yaknowhatimsayin?
From that inside, that dark space inside you
[its something that we go through]
From that darker, that inner side of you
Its from the dark side

[Frukwan/Gate Keeper]

Blaow blaow! no more knocks at your doors
Its just about to explode, hit the floorrrrrrrr
I come from a triple blood-shedding
Spreading, my heading, straight from armageddon
Its nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Once you get slapped by the dark side
I was attacked, not clever to react
Small as a peep, I was deep in solar facts
My escapade level swelled
Threw up, fell
I grew up, five blocks from hell
Im used to seeing the grass grow black
Medaling pushing pedaling kids that pushed cracks
Murderers leavin they traces
Ya wasted, permitted destroying the human races
#it Im bringin ruckus
To brothers an A.P.B. out on the next Fredrick Douglass
Im sort of a saint, you think I aint
With skills to paint, with my third eye
Youre tranked...
...from the dark side

[Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector]

We expressing feelings, we expressing our dark feelings
So my feelings may be deeper than his or his feelings may be deeper than mines
But its all in the expressing of a feeling
[from the dark side]

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]

You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
Youre dumb and deaf and blind

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]

In a time when every preacher large and small shall fool them
Using revelations, as my crystal ball I see
More hordes of warlords who so hard they forgot
The graveyard terrain, scar tissues of brains
Be all illuminating soon the Illuminati platoons
Of Satan lay waitin to slay men
Save your, amens, awaken
The reason that Grym is God
I escape through your synagogues
And gave the egyptians, ancient inscriptions
Leaks into Christians, turn all the facts into fictions
Here comes the Reaper with the shot to your system
I chop religions that concoct the vision
Feel the incision of the sword thats piercing your third eye
Coming straight from the dark side
...from the dark side

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]

You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
Youre dumb and deaf and blind

Gravediggaz...
...in the dark side
Coming to take you...
...from the dark side back to the light
...from the dark side
Youre in the dark side [yeah]
Were in the dark side
Youre in the dark side
Were in the dark side
Youre in the dark side
Theyre in the dark side
Were all in the dark side

Youre dumb and deaf and blind [its something that we goin through]
[from the dark side]
Youre dumb and deaf and blind
Youre dumb and deaf and blind
In the dark side
Yeah
Gravediggaz



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