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posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 02:45 AM
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Cypress Hill - Steel Magnolia [featuring Barron Ricks]

"That takes a fourteen shot clip, you expecting an army?"

"No....just a division"

[Barron Ricks]
Fillin out the cards to your eulogy
Murder that ass
Send my regards to your family
# it
That's what niggaz get for #in with this maniac depressive nigga
with aggression, Smith and Wesson, in his possession
Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take
For short cake, we won't hesitate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th, to 55th
My covenant is protected, I'm doministic
Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method
Good Samaritans need paramedics, so what's your premise
I hope you #in with Glocks and fo' fifths
Wrath's Napoleon, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it: "here is somethin you can't understand"
Steel Magnolia

[B-Real]
I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged
Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics
Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static
Greed means that you die quick, click the vision
Greed lies ambition, five slugs for the mission
Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
To meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell
Buck shots sting like bees, I smoke trees
On the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger
Killa G's got you week in the knees, yo take it ea-sy!

[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Magnificent guns bust when "Uzi Weighs a Ton"
And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips
Spells murder, sound synonymous to burner
Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck
So who the # want me to press on they luck, bastard they son
When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run
Annihilation, destroyin all expectations
Have relatives embrace your Harlem hospital, we all patient
5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip
With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light
So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge
Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!
Steel Magnolia

[B-Real]
Steel Magnolia
Bury ya
Six niggaz carry ya
To your final rest area
What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy
To your eulogy, open heart surgery
Emergency, 911, come in a hurry
From the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the bills
I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, # foes and hoes
Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose
I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke
You're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like coke
But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a #in addict
To the dope #, you better hope the # stop
Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot #

[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia

[edit on 26/9/06 by Implosion]




posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 03:05 AM
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Cypress Hill - Locotes

You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's
Bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your ferja
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the east side area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
Thievery don't stop 'til I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
But #'s getting deep and I gotta blast back
To thievery, one robbery, one robbery
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, Jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the 85 mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha! And you don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run

You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith and Wesson
Taking out all my aggression
Check it out ese you're looking
At the jefe
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The robbery don't stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this # for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
from varrio to varrio
Looking for anybody
Oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide
On the west side
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run

One-time's not done with us
Now they're looking for my ride
But i'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vacto like me
Cuz i'm one broke mother#a
In need
Desperate!
What's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping
Borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping
No me vale, madre
Gabachopray to your padre
This is for the time you would
Give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol mother#er, got him a gun
Bla-ow!
I took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now
I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all
Figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be running
Last thing I heard was the
#in GAT humming



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 03:13 PM
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I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world was killing me
That world was killing me
Disassociative

The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down

I know

I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space

Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads, my love
We write our song in space like we are already dead and gone
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative

I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space
The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down
I know



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 03:38 PM
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SNG:Beast & The Harlot
ARTST:Avenged Sevenfold

The fall of Babylon..



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 04:15 PM
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Arjen Anthony Lucassen's Star One - Space Metal [Limited Edition] - "Sandrider",
and, "Songs of the Ocean"

Sandrider:

Leader:
I have seen visions in a waking dream
I have seen places man has never seen
Am I the one to fulfill the prophecy
On the desert planet in our galaxy

Nomads:
Sandrider, stormfighter
Unlock the chains and set us free
Sandrider, uniter
Guide us the way and make us see

Leader:
I have seen navigators bridging space
I have seen the baron and his evil ways
Forging plans against the planet’s nomad tribes
And in this dream I've seen my father die

Nomad girl:
Drink the water of life
The sleeper comes alive
Drink the water of life
Only you’ll survive

Leader:
I have seen the creatures in the desert sand
I have seen them yielding under my command
One day the universe will be cleansed
One day my father’s death will be avenged


Songs of the Ocean:

Science officer:
As we return to earth, memories are haunting me
My strange rebirth, coming back to life
I remember the dark and how my friends set me free
I sacrificed my life so they could survive

Communications officer:
There's something wrong on planet Earth
We can not reach our world
Some strange device slowly emerged
Can you hear the cries?

There's something wrong, what can we do?
We can't communicate
All systems fail, all power too
We can't reply

Science officer:
It must be unaware of the damage it's creating
They are reaching out to the seven seas
It's not with man they're communicating
We're going back in time, back in history

Captain:
We shape life, we travel space
But we don't know the words to the songs of the ocean

Doctor:
We survived the 'human race'
But we don't know the words to the songs of the ocean


[edit on 26-9-2006 by 7Ayreon]



posted on Sep, 26 2006 @ 04:18 PM
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SNG: Mm Bop
ARTST: Hanson


*Looks around*
First one to make a smart-alic comment gets a bloodied nose.

[edit on 9/26/2006 by iori_komei]



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 02:00 AM
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WHAT? are you DOING in MY FACE!?!
WHERE, are you GOING, with ALL HASTE
HOW did this BEGIN? Why did we start this?
And WHY can't you remember???

GODDAMN YOU
GODDAMN YOU

Why don't you ever think
about these things that you say?!
Your words are there for us
to deconstruct anyway
YES you ARE a product of that environment...
but CHANGE is ALWAYS THERE...
IF YOU WANT IT!!!

Cold and foreign, spirit broken...
PLEASE can we go home????



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 06:15 AM
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Angels & Airwaves



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 12:35 PM
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Eddie Money ~ Two Tickets To Paradise

Got a surprise especially for you,
Something that both of us have always wanted to do.
We've waited so long, waited so long.
We've waited so long, waited so long.

I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here,
I've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we're gonna disappear.
We've waited so long, waited so long.
We've waited so long, waited so long.

I've got two tickets to paradise,
Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight,
I've got two tickets to paradise,
I've got two tickets to paradise.

[extended solo]

oh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh
oh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh

I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here,
I've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we're gonna disappear.
We've waited so long, waited so long.
We've waited so long, waited so long.

I've got two tickets to paradise,
Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight,
I've got two tickets to paradise,
I've got two tickets to paradise



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 05:24 PM
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Johnny Cash -Trouble In Mind

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always,
'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday

I'm going down to the river
I'm going top take me a rocking chair
and if the blues don't leave, I rock on away from here

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always,
'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday

Trouble in mind, that's true
I have almost lost my mind
Life ain't worth living, I feel like I could die

Trouble in mind, I'm blue
My poor heart is healing slow
I've never had such trouble in my whole life before

I'm gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line
and let that 2:19 special ease my troubled mind

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always
'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 08:29 PM
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It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in this sodomy.
For one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now what has been done to me.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come just a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
There's release in this sodomy.
For I am your witness that
blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

( Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.)

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
# blood and cum on my hands.

I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.



posted on Sep, 27 2006 @ 08:43 PM
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nappy roots - awnaw



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 02:24 AM
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Do you folks like coffee?
Real coffee?
From the hills, of Columbia.
The Duncan Hills are real.
From a dozen depths.
A cup of bloody death.
You're dying for a cup.
One amount of thread.
Eating up the earth.
French mellow roast.
You're dying for a cup.
Filling the world with ultimate flavor.
You're gonna' get some, NOW!
And scream, for your cream.
(Solo- Skwisgaar Skwigelf)
DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
COFFEE!



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 02:37 AM
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Help me if you can
It's just that this is not the way I'm wired

So could you please, help me understand why
You've given in to all these reckless dark desires

You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on a faultline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, why would i wanna watch you

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerance
Narcisistic, drama queen, craving fame and all this decadence

Lying through your teeth again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on a fautline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, why would i wanna watch you

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

They were right about me
They were right about you

Lying to my face again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on a fautline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, clueless, clueless

Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die
If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere
Do it somewhere far away from here



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 08:56 AM
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Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around.



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 10:02 AM
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Since the Flood - Valor and Vengance

I am not alone.
So here we go again, feels like we cannot win.
Our backs against the wall, like so many times before.
No matter what is said, no matter what we do.
There's one thing that holds true; you for me, and I for you.
Us against the world, that's the way it is, and in you I find the strength to overcome.
I will not back down.
I can't close my eyes.
I refuse to take less than what I gave.
You've given me strength. The strength to overcome what I cannot change.
The power to destroy whatever's in my way.
There's no more looking back, only straight ahead.
Open my eyes and come alive with a brand new strength.
You give me strength, strength to rise above.
I can't believe how far we've come.
Moving forward.



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 11:13 AM
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Aphex Twin - Meltphace 6



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 11:26 AM
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DC Talk ~ Jesus Freak

Separated I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced

I saw a man with a tatt on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head
Jesus Saves is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream

What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that it's true
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak
Cause there ain't no disguising the truth

Kamikaze my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek

There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The Pharisee's tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak

[ repeat chorus ]

People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger

What will people think
What will people think
What will people do
What will people do
I don't really care
What else can I say
There ain't no disguising the truth
Jesus is the way



posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 11:28 AM
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posted on Sep, 28 2006 @ 12:40 PM
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DJ Muggs - Puppet Master

[Dr. Dre]
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances, of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it
Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the mother#ing puppet masters

[B-Real]
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do

[Dr. Dre]
Puppet masters
Puppet masters

[B-Real]
We're pullin strings, killin kings
countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive, by the motherf**kin puppet masters

[B-Real]
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do

[Dr. Dre]
Puppet masters
Puppet masters

The Soul Assassin button has now been activated
Dr. Dre and B-Real are providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggs
may be fatal...
That's right, this is comin to you directly from the Hill y'all
All rights reserved

[edit on 28/9/06 by Implosion]



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