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posted on Nov, 4 2006 @ 08:37 PM
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Cypress Hill - Strictly Hip-Hop



I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney mutha#as, talkin 'bout lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
#in' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another #in' MC's #,
And made it my first single, for a hit,
#in' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, end all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a # cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop single, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the bitch editors,
Keep it real in the game,
Niggas got no shame,
Now A&R executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the #in' industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
But I won't cause my roots are too thick and strong, like the chocolate thai stick,
I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha#as I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked #ed off, with no respect,
Mutha#as





posted on Nov, 4 2006 @ 08:42 PM
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SNG: Beautiful
ARTST: Christina Aguillera


I definately agree with this song, we are all beuatiful, maybe not on
the outside, but alot of us our beautiful on the inside, and everyone
is a work of art in their own way.

[edit on 11/4/2006 by iori_komei]



posted on Nov, 4 2006 @ 09:11 PM
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Wu-Tang Clan - Deadly Melody





[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA,
The GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
U-God,
Chef
The Ghostface Killah
And Meth
Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta
Yo
Mother#ers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott
Incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
with the silencer

[U-God]
Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet
Action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses

[RZA]
Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

[Method]
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my # holding my Sex Pistol
Deal me in

[RZA]
The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one #in finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

[INS]
Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes

[duo]
Through your #in speaker

[U-God]
Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters

[GZA]
Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

[Method]
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one common cause, that's the # Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
of his sick premeditated, murder caper

[Street Life]
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't # with us

[Ghostface]
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine

[Street Life]
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court

[Method]
One time

[Street Life]
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno




posted on Nov, 4 2006 @ 10:24 PM
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SNG: Pretend Were Dead
ARTST: L7



IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 07:16 AM
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Culture Club - Karma Chameleon





posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 10:19 AM
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Got to get it out of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Push it out in spite of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Lay it out in front of me
I feel it...
I feel it
I feel it
Now
Tie it up
Tie it up
Throw it
Throw it
Throw it
Throw it out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #

Got to get it out of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Push it out in spite of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #

I'm cursing I'm searching
I'm giving up hoping
I'm losing I'm drowning
In my # I'm floating
It's after it's never
It's too late for reason
It's now or it's never
It's over it's pouring out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #
(Tie me up)
It's after it's never
(Tie me down)
It's too late
(Tie me up)
It's now or it's never
(Tie me down)
It's pouring out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #
(Tie me up)
It's after it's never
(Tie me down)
It's too late
(Tie me up)
It's now or it's never
(Tie me down)
It's pouring out



posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 11:55 AM
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Audio Adrenaline ~ Ocean Floor

The mistakes I've made
That caused pain
I could have done without
All my selfish thought
All my pride
The things I hide
You have forgot about

They're all behind you
They'll never find you
They're on the ocean floor
Your sins are forgotten
They're on the bottom
Of the ocean floor

My misdeeds
All my greed
All the things that haunt me now
They're not a pretty sight to see
But they're wiped away
By a mighty, mighty wave
A mighty, mighty wave

Your sins are erased
And they are no more
They're out on the ocean floor
Take them away
To return no more
Take them away
To the ocean floor



posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 01:10 PM
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Wu-Tang Clan - Severe Punishment



[U-God]
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
Mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters

[GZA]
This Wu # be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz
Perfect your own speech
# is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
Lps delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

[Raekwon]
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the # on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorator, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me

[Prince Rakeem/RZA]
Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
Yo one held his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
'Bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you're #in with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
And politic with Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you

[Masta Killa]
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain ignite
Blowin the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't # with the
Deadly grounds I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and who's liable
For this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To # up your anatomy with assault and battery




posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 01:12 PM
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Michael Jackson - leave me alone




posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 04:21 PM
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The Libertines - Up the bracket

Friggin' classic aiiii :w:



posted on Nov, 5 2006 @ 05:17 PM
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(*talking*)
Chamillitary- S.U.C. mix, hol' up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O.G. Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat, DJ Screw



[Chamillionaire]
Making a good feeling grinning, gripping the wood wheeling
Candy do's glassy 4's, sitting up under the hood bending
You know how we live it, swangas under the hood spinning
You could look at my five fingers, see it's nothing but wood in em
Man got to do it, when I do it I do it big
Them haters getting pissed, Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out to the crib, stick ya fingers in the fridge
Some'ing cold to get ya throwed, go on fill it up to the lid
The multi-colored bling, raises up my self-esteem
Got me feeling like the only thing, hot as myself is steam
Don't mean to cause a scene, but almost everytime I'm seen
Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
Out that Houston Texas, where we bigger but we badder
I'm a Southern nigga, you could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial, but I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street, Sound of Revenge I'ma get at ya boy


I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady, leaning over that grill
Getting money, repping for the hood still
You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club, man we finna get thoed
Got the world, body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ, to screw it down for me real slow

[Lil' O]
I'ma show you boys, how to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on, hand on a steel
You gotta be ready, in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping, lil' man it's for real
Second thing dog, when your hands on the grain
It never hurts, to have a lil' ice in your ring
Unless the boppers know, that you got a lil' change
So they gotta come correct, cause you're not the one for games
Third thang dog, man your trunk gotta knock
So they hear ya ten seconds, 'fore you come around the block
If you wanna square it off, stop and drop the top
Chunk up the deuce, then let your trunk pop
And when your trunk pop, man that bitch gotta glow
Pay attention dog, I'm a break 'em off pro
Ya tuned into the sounds, of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze in the H, this how it go nigga



I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady, leaning over that grill
Getting money, repping for the hood still
You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club, man we finna get thoed
Got the world, body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ, to screw it down for me real slow

[H.A.W.K.]
Let's get it crunk let's make it jump, H-A-Dub on keep it pump
Smoke a blunt pop a trunk, I'ma teach you boys how to stunt
H-Town's my stomping ground, a legend from the underground
You heard the buzz in your town, a new king has been crowned
Turn it up a lil' bit, cause this jam is the #
This is the Remix, and H.A.W.K. was the perfect fit
Now this is a smash hit, produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gon put forth, I'ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up, Chop it up and Screw it up
Purple weed and purple stuff, now everybody doing us
Here's the deal grab the wheel, at stop signs we don't yield
Swang left then swang right, don't let your damn drank spill
The real deal ain't no bluff, am I the baddest sho' nuff
Now turn that damn music up, and make sho' it's slowed up
Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town
And if you ain't from around, this how it go down

[E.S.G.]
Yeah E.S.G. now the king is back, Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks, sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black
Down here our music Slowed, don't prefer no 6-4's
Than a '66 Lincoln, with the suicide do's
Trunk glow sitting low, like my last name was Kennedy
Sound scan man, sold a million independently
O.G. like I'm Eazy, hot boy like Weezy
Got the hood saying yeeeah, like I'm Young Jeezy
Sipping on drank my bed is swollen, hotel suites with Kelly Rowland
Texas, Louisiana, Georgia drop top Cheve's rolling
"Wanna be a Baller" I wrote that, Screw microphone I broke that
Get out of line, I'll send your ass where the Pope at
Bentley Coupe-a me and Koopa, tipping by them state troopers
Round here, boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill, got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping bombs, like we was out in London yeah



I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady, leaning over that grill
Getting money, repping for the hood still
You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club, man we finna get thoed
Got the world, body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ, to screw it down for me real slow
(*talking*)
Respect the originator, Rest in Peaces DJ Screw
Stay down and stay thoed, and stay true



posted on Nov, 6 2006 @ 08:27 AM
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Marilyn Manson - Last Day On Earth

Yesterday was a million years ago
In all my past lives I played an @$$hole
Now I found you, it's almost too late
And this earth seems obliviating
We are trembling in our crutches
High and dead our skin is glass
I'm so empty here without you
I crack my xerox hands

I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye

The dogs slaughter each other softly
Love burns it's casualties
We are damaged provider modules
Spill the seeds at our children's feet
I'm so empty here without you
I know they want me dead

I know it's the last day on earth.




-tts

[edit on 6-11-2006 by The_Truth_Seeker]



posted on Nov, 6 2006 @ 12:45 PM
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The Fall of Troy - Whacko Jacko Steals The Elephant Man's Bones




posted on Nov, 6 2006 @ 04:33 PM
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SNG: Down With The Sickness
ARTST: Disturbed



IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 6 2006 @ 04:45 PM
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I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me. . .

Saw heaven and hell were lies.


When I'm god everyone dies.


Scar! Can you feel my power?

Shoot here and the world gets smaller

Scar! Scar! Can you feel my power?

One shot and the world gets smaller

Let's jump upon the sharp swords and cut away our smiles without the threat of death, there's no reason to live at all.

My world is unaffected, there is an exit here, I say it is and then it's true.

There is a dream inside a dream, I'm wide awake the more I sleep.

You'll understand when I'm dead.



\m/ (-_-)\m/



posted on Nov, 6 2006 @ 04:52 PM
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SNG: Food Fight
ARTST: Far East Movement Feat. Jin


You are now tuned into FM & Jin,
we aint never eating at the cafeteria again!



posted on Nov, 7 2006 @ 12:58 AM
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SNG: Battlecry
ARTST: Shing02



IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 7 2006 @ 01:44 AM
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Space Metal - Russell Allen
The Eye of Ra

Marine:
Unaware of our coming fate
We disappear through the ancient gate
We arrive in a desert land
And set up camp on the burning sand

Behold, a thousand slaves
Mining ores in the planet’s caves
They give us shelter from the storm
Then Ra appears in a human form

Native girl:
Ooh, up there in space
The Eye of Ra is watching over us

Marine:
A tall ship descends from the sky
Lasers flare and many men die
A bloody battle has begun
We must destroy this ‘king of the sun’

Native girl:
Ooh, up there in space
The Eye of Ra is watching over us
Ooh, an alien race
The Eye of Ra is watching over us



posted on Nov, 7 2006 @ 09:42 PM
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Got to get it out of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Push it out in spite of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Lay it out in front of me
I feel it...
I feel it
I feel it
Now
Tie it up
Tie it up
Throw it
Throw it
Throw it
Throw it out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #

Got to get it out of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down
Push it out in spite of me
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel let
Down

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #

I'm cursing I'm searching
I'm giving up hoping
I'm losing I'm drowning
In my # I'm floating
It's after it's never
It's too late for reason
It's now or it's never
It's over it's pouring out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #
(Tie me up)
It's after it's never
(Tie me down)
It's too late
(Tie me up)
It's now or it's never
(Tie me down)
It's pouring out

(Tie me up)
I'm cursing I'm searching
(Tie me down)
I'm giving up
(Tie me up)
I'm losing I'm drowning
(Tie me down)
In my #
(Tie me up)
It's after it's never
(Tie me down)
It's too late
(Tie me up)
It's now or it's never
(Tie me down)
It's pouring out



posted on Nov, 7 2006 @ 09:46 PM
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Yes -- Relayer

Childlike soul dreamer one journey
One to seek and see in ev'ry light do open
True pathways away

Carrying closer go gently
Holding doors will open everyway
You wander true pathways away

After all your soul will still surrender
After all don't doubt your part
Be ready to be loved



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