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posted on Sep, 23 2006 @ 08:16 PM
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SNG: La Tortura
ARTST: Shakira




posted on Sep, 23 2006 @ 08:59 PM
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Originally posted by Lysergic
jimi hendrix - all along the watchtower








Lysergic, dude! you're finally listening to the good stuff. Jimi will heal your soul.
LOL. Fifty years from now, now one will remember Gravedigger but they'll still be playing Jimi's stuff.



posted on Sep, 23 2006 @ 09:10 PM
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Gravediggaz - Twelve Jewelz

[Ryzarector]
As long as you got mentally dead people
Who are living in a mental death
Meaning living in a mental grave
You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life
There's no chance for a physical dead
But there's chance for the mentally dead
(Yo, one two one two two)
So we gonna come and resurrect them
That's why they call me the Ryzarector
I'm out to resurrect the mental dead, by diggin up they graves
Bringin em back to the surface

Niggaz is caught up in the midst of six
You better grab ahold of your crucifix
And this is it, the black God exists
Can you understand this? Let me teach you a lesson
Yo...

The pre-existance of the mathematical biochemical equations
The manifestations of God, Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
Which are in it's basic formation, solid, liquid and gases
That caused the land masses, and the space catalyst
And all matter that exists and is dense
Third dimension, that must be observed through physical comprehension
It takes a nerve to be struck, wisdom is the wise
Poet spoken to wake up, the dumb who've been sleeping
The fourth dimension is time, it goes inside the mind
Run the channels energized up through the back of your spine
So observe as my chi energy strikes a vital nerve
One swerve of the tongue it pierces like a sword through the lung
Have you not heard, that words kill as fast as bullets
When you load negative thoughts, to the chamber of your brain
And your mouth pulls the trigger that propels
Wickedness straight from Hell
From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell
I searched the East coast and West coast down and most found
The small towns is like ghost towns, everybody moves slowed down
From Uptown to Bucktown give a # now Shaolin gots the crown
And cops'll still serve you from Jamaica Ave. to Myrtle
And cats carry more shells than turtles
Brooklyn Down Park Hill pussies unfertile
Buy wholesale never retail, get females in deep spells
If you eat well, you sleep well
Send enemies to Hell
What makes hair skin epidermis fingernail
Regenerate, when everything else disintegrate
A Teflon vest so bullets can't penetrate
On the corner of my block there stood this old man
A black immigrant from the land of Sudan
Who used to tell stories to the children in the building
But never had a dollar to keep his pocket filled in
He bombed he knew Deuteronomy the science of astronomy
But didn't know the basic principles of economy
I say the wise man don't play the role of a fool
The first thing a man must obtain is Twelve Jewelz
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, to help you achieve
Freedom, justice, equality, food, clothing and shelter
After this, Love, Peace and Happiness
He had the nappiest head, I told him total satisfaction
Is to achieve one goal in the scheme of things
He who works like a slave, eats like a king

[edit on 23/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 23 2006 @ 09:23 PM
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Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I,
Take my life?

Whoa-oh-ohh

With just a look they shook
And heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.
The stars that pierce the sky;
He left them all behind.
We’re left to wonder why
He left us all behind.

Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
(ohh)

Dreams of his crash won’t pass
Oh, how they all adored him
Beauty will last when spiraled down.
The stars that mystify
He left them all behind.
And how his children cried
He left us all behind.

Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh

What's the hook, the twist
Within this verbose mystery?
I would gladly bet my life upon it.
That the ghost you love, your ray of light
Will fizzle out without hope.
We're the empty set just floating through, wrapped in skin
Ever searching for what we were promised.
Reaching for that golden ring we'd never let go,
but who would ever let us put put our filthy hands upon it?

Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh

Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
Make beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh



posted on Sep, 24 2006 @ 05:46 AM
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From First To Last - Note to self





posted on Sep, 24 2006 @ 08:37 AM
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Gravediggaz - Repentance Day

[Killah Priest]
Yo, there's still time
As the door close, the cold wind blows
Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Some will walk the sheet close
Many are called but few are chose
Who knows until the day they be exposed
UFO's surround the globe
The world is prepared to explode
So I grab hold of the North Pole
Not tryin to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
We're bein sucked up into the black hole
Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll
Unfold the scrolls that were foretold
By the forefathers, the end of the world saga
Streets flooded with lava, mommas and pappas
Toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter
Filled with doctors, readin the death roster
Guts spillin out like pasta
Sky, misty, often tipsy, from off the whiskey
The gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky
Cops, pull up and frisk me
But never could they get me, too shifty
I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin
People started runnin,
Aliens with hair like rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists
This is it, The Apocalypse
I see the mother ship, above the cliff, over Egypt
It made me sea sick
I see the eclipse, and the abyss, the night shifts

[Hell Razah]
It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in
It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in

[Grym Reaper]
The archangel imprison my soul into a prism
Usin cell division and molecular collision within me
He listen and analyze the heartbeat and rhythms
Of children livin brutalized
My ears became used to the vibes of ruined lives
Sounds in the chamber I was hiden in
Was so spine-tinglin I was tremblin
Envisionin the fear, here within a new Millenium
Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious
Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split
Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hardrocks slide
As nuclear dropped out of the sky,
Causin burns too severe, for hydro-peroxide and sodium oxide
Deep down outta basements
Fish turned lopside and upside down from atomic facelifts
Through the blackness I saw John the Baptist, on the atlas
Holdin the masters to my Psalm under his arm
But long before I even wrote 'em
23 elders each wrote me a Psalm
And placed them within my motor neurons
It contained the approximate date of The Apocalypse
Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets
The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land borders
I count down the manslaughter
Military camcorders under ocean waters
Red October causin fish to grow arms, legs, tits, and double heads
Mutating the eggs as the radiation spreads over the water beds
I watch Mother Nature as she bled
Grym, was placed in skin casing
To begin lacing hymns through the basement
Won't be no escapin from the South to the North
Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin off!

[Hell Razah]
It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in
It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in

Raised in Hell, waitin for angels like Rafael
Comin from space to trace, they race
Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since the sperm cell
To bail out and get braille
For the blinded children in Israel
Kids kill forget the bill
For, dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with force fields
Levitatin space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits
Projects turn to snake pits
Secrets of the Masons came to Revelations
Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations
Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin cops
Snakes rattlin, angels draggin
Seven head dragons out the Roman empire, surrounded with fire
Liars in the Pentagon drop their nuclear bombs, ran, panic
But still, was trapped on the planet
Died before the mother-ship landed
Only the chosen ones understand it
Some can't cause of TV brain damage, no time to be romantic
This day your independence and repentance, pentance, pentance
Now I see the light, my whole life is moving in one direction.
I see that now, there never has been any choice for me.

It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in
It's Repentance Day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in
Did you Repent today?
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in
It's Repentance

[edit on 24/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 24 2006 @ 06:57 PM
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Weve come here, from so far away,
I can save you,
If you leave it all behind
This sufferings, been far too long,
Would you take a trip with me
On the back of a star,
I feel like earths gravity is just hre to pull us down.

Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world
Carry them away,
Darkness negative receptive,
Pour firmament between our waters
Separate the space
Mother of destruction wait with a belt of
Skulls strap me down
And send the ship away,
Progress with the process, mine the souls
From their casts
Pour form and reshape

This dark womb,
Wraps and covets me,
Redefining understanding, if you open
Up the heart,
Nurturing, this phenomenon,
We can carry you on our wings, our wings
Through the dark
Lightning flashes of insight,
Into the mirth of a dark sky,
Pain of division is nothing,
Joy of dissolution is everything

Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world
Carry them away,
Darkness negative receptive,
Pour firmament between our waters
Separate the space
Mother of destruction wait with a belt of
Skulls strap me down
And send the ship away,
Progress with the process, mine the souls
From their casts
Pour form and reshape

Portal sits deep within the eye,
The eye of yins severity,
Rewards understanding
Portal sits deep within the eye
The eye of yins severity,
Rewards understanding

Blackness consumes body comforts core of
Nothing...

Mother I can remember, a vault of security,
Can you take me away,
Would you take me away,
Wont you take me away
...away



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 11:30 AM
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Mindless Self Indulgence - Wack!


Me likes watching it go down in flames
Not my fault
I blame it on the industry
Rock my hole
Well since you put it that a way
They were right
My sh#t is wack.
Woah woah,
My sh#t is wack.
Woah woah,


[edit on 25/9/06 by Creeping Jesus]



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 12:50 PM
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Spacehog - In the Meantime



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 01:05 PM
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Johnny Cash - Rowboat

Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up
Gimme some food to eat
In your truck
Goin' no place
I'll be home
Talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange
You'll be far away

Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With my burnin' ways
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I've been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small

Pick me up
Gimme some alcohol
In your truck
Playin' the radio
I'll be home
With the gasoline
You'll be stoned
You'll be far away

Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She is all
And everything else is small



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 03:45 PM
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Blackalicious - Deception

[Gift of Gab]
Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X]

[Gift of Gab]
This is a story of a kid his name is Cisko (Cisko)
Who made more money than the Count of Monte Crisco (Crisco)
He lived a lavish style of life, fast money women cars
And he liked to frequent bars pubs and discos (discos)
Made his living as a world famous rap star (rap star)
When he first started mic respect's what he was af-ter (AF-ter)
And so he got inside his mind, day and night, and he'd write
Constantly his art and craft he'd try to mas-ter (MAS-ter)
Started winnin local battles and his rep grew (rep grew)
Gave his crew a reputation as the best crew (best crew)
And what life would do to him, all the cards that was hard
Pen and ped, stress relief would be his refuge (RE-fuge)
Paid his dues, doing shows, now he's on track (ON track)
In the lab, pumping demos, makin songs fat (SONGS fat)
Then he quit his nine to five, finally his time arrived
When he signed a major label record contract

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X]

[Gift of Gab]
His first single was a overnight success hit (success hit)
And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits (best fits)
All his new acquitances, gassed his head, takin it
To the point where he lost proper perspective ('spective)
Started cuttin off the people he came up wit (up wit)
Ego blown like his soul had been ab-ducted (ab-ducted)
Though his heart was once real, now material has filled
Up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it (get ENOUGH of it)
Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons (rap dons)
Now his only one concern is goin plati-NUM (plati-NUM)
And his skills has since decreased, and the inner hunger ceased
Now content, just as long as fame and cash come (CASH come)
He's a Big Willie now, rappin bout cars (bout cars)
Thousand dollar shoppin sprees, hangin out with stars (out with stars)
I mean just a year ago, he was broke, bummin money
Drinkin out the 40 bottle, livin outdoors

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X]

[Gift of Gab]
Second LP, my rap changes fast (changes fast)
Here today, gone tomorrow, now his label passed (label passed)
Now the new poster boy, with the hip now sound
Second time around everything isn't stable as (stable as)
It once was, now he's lookin for the same hit (SAME hit)
But his sound is played, he forget to change wit (CHANGE wit)
Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin him, his rhymes ain't appealin
Anymore, and his records ain't sellin # (ain't sellin #)
Now he's dropped from his label, and he's goin broke (goin broke)
Tried the underground return, ghetto pass revoked (pass reVOKED)
And the same faces that he dissed, on his way, to the top
Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke (DOWNstroke)
Now the moral of the story is that some go (some go)
Why would money make the inner vision crumble? (crumble)
So if you're blessed with the talent, utilize it to the fullest
Be true to yourself and stay humble

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X]

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [2X]

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [2X]

Don't let money change ya!

Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [2X to fade]



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 04:16 PM
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[Chorus]
Imma slacker, never did I have a lot of dough
Imma slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos
Imma slacker, go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' ya know
That Imma slacker, every time I take a look around
Imma slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
Ya'll can go to hell, how does that sound

[Verse 1]
Imma product of reganomics neurotic they sayin'
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest
I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J.O.B. and
You can shove it up your anus.

I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes

So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take yo lip off chief
With my peeps we ruthless
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless
We loose off 2 fifths we useless

I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert trip and make'em stop the show
We gots ta go, push me and I'll sock the po
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind wit a pistol)

I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay)
And people holla how ya do dat there
Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew dat hair
Lightin' a bleezle with my people
Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal

And I ain't never giving them lee way
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's
Gay (hay) I come out at night cause I sleep all day
Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me
Holidays them just be another day 4 me
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly

I sit at home watching MTV
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3
Everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it don't deny it
I'm the fear Imma beast

You say get a job, I say hit a knob
Cause the way you run the world, is every bit of fraud
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me

I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D.
Cause that's the way it has to be
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G.
So # who be glee, it sucks to be me

[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 04:23 PM
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DJ Premier/Mos Def - Mathematics

Booka booka booka booka booka booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me yo
Beats by Su Primo for all of my peoples Negroes and Latinos
And even the gringos

Yo check it one for Charlie Hustle two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live future shock
It's five dimensions six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Powerlifting powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but # don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin mother#ers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

"The Mighty Mos Def.."
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"

"Do your math"
"One.. t-t-two.. three, four"
"What are we talking about here?"

[Mos Def]
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, mandatory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight heroes gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty # in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
So frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
Join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
The million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics

"Mathematics.."

[edit on 25/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 04:34 PM
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Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first and fifteen
Jyea, uh!
And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grinding
You know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Hahaha..
You know what I'm talking about?
So, check it out

First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter of fact first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip
And bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like THISSSSS
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit there was something in the air
Yea, he said it was something so appealing
He couldn't fight the feeling
Something about it
He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, just the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit
Kakunk Kakunk Kakunk!
His neighbors couldn't stand it so
He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop 'til after dark
Yea, when they said, "It's getting late in here..
...so I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away he rolled
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go
And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast

My man got a little older
Became a better roller
Yea, no helmet, hellbent on killing himself
That's what his mama said, but he was feeling himself
Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now
Uh, he said I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these arials and variels
And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two
She said Bow, I weigh 120 pounds
Now, let me make one thing clear
I don't need to ride yours
I got mine right here
So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Something odd in the apartment parking lot
She said I don't normally take dates in here
Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here"

And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
And away they rolled
Just lovers intertwined with no place to go
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast

Before he knew he had a crew
That wasn't no punk
And they spitfire shirts
And SB dunks
They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more
Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
Any escape route they used to escape out
When things got crazy
They needed to break out
They head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds
The world was theirs
Uh, and their four wheels would take them there
Until the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"

And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
And away they rolled
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go
And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast
So come roll with me
Just a rebel
Looking for a place to be
So let's kick...and push...and coast



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 04:40 PM
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Dr. Dre - Bitches Ain't #

[Snoop]
Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks...

Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and # the hoes at night
Tight than a muthar#a with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the mutha#in' Compton streets
Peep, the # got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my mutha#in' pockets was fat
I didn't give a # where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the # she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the # she be doin' ain't #
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
#in' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
[Snoop: But we don't love them hoes]
Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and #
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this

[Snoop]
BEEEYYAAACHHH!
Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

[Kurupt]
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
Cuz a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the # out
Now...

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a mutha#a lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the mutha#in' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some mutha#in chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's #in' my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain't #)
I uncocked my #...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, # a bitch!

[Snoop]
Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

Bitches ain't # but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the # out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

"Bitches ain't #"

[Jewell]
I don't give a # about a bitch
But i and her know that they can't fade this
Cause i'm doin my own thing down with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cuz I'm a btich that's real
Mother#er need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a #
And I don't give a # [x3]

And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some # that's clean
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With the tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung

[Dr. Dre:]
Bitches ain't #

[edit on 25/9/06 by Implosion]



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 10:02 PM
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Electric Ladyland - Hendrix



posted on Sep, 25 2006 @ 10:16 PM
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Hinder - Lips of an Angel

I'm diggin this song for some reason. I like the beat to it.



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 01:40 AM
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Marilyn Manson

Antichrist Superstar




I shed the skin



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 02:19 AM
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Queen - love of my life from "A Night At The Opera"

Best love song of all time ........? I reckon so.



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 02:23 AM
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Cypress Hill - From The Window Of My Room

[B-Real]
Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls of sleep,
I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn #in with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
Out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don't need a forty to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
Or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin
What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
Shinin within, that's when you begin to live again

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

[Sen Dog]
From my window I can see
Humanity, goin insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the plot, you missed it
I ain't upset with the mother#er dissin
Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
Some # ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn prima donnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the # out, before you get caught up

[B-Real]
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that # ain't worth it, you burnin up see

[edit on 26/9/06 by Implosion]




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