Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I

You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up


I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I

[edit on 13-2-2007 by Lysergic]

The Damage Manual - Blame And Demand (Wobble-Laswell Hybrid Edit)

we have been worthless,
we have been safe,
in minds belittled by the threat,
of our own ice age.

a fall distorts us,
and where we've been,
rewriting bastards as contenders-
sight unseen,
in place of angels,
butchers hands,
too wide to fit through
doors of virtue,
blame, demand.

blame and demand.

we count for distance,
from human nerves,
we count for all the things we take,
that we don't deserve,
all contradictions
will make us stand
to fake the end as the beginning
blame, demand.

blame and demand.

[edit on 13/2/07 by Implosion]

Kev Brown - I do what I do

Lupe Fiasco - Food & Liquor

the crystal method - elite force - ghetto fabulous

Prodigy - No Good

Tricky - Hell Is Round the Corner

I stand firm for our soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms, were living on a skelter
If you believe Ill deceive common sense says you are thief
Let me take you down the corridors of my life

And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer till...

I take further evidence
I seem to need a reference to get residence
A reference to your preference to say
Im a good neighbour, I trudge
So judge me for my labour
Lobotomy ensures my good behavior
The constant struggle ensures my insanity
Passing the indifference ensures the struggle for my family
Were hungry, beware of our appetite
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight
The kill which I share with my passengers
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill

I stand firm for our soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
Confused by different memories
Details of asian remedies
Conversations, of whats become of enemies
My brain thinks bomb-like
So I listen hes a calm type
As I grow
And as I grow, I grow collective
Before the move sit on the perspective
Mr. Quaye lay in the crevice
And watches from the precipice
Imperial passage
Heat from the sun someday slowly passes
Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself

I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy

Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms, were living a skelter
If you believe Ill deceive and common sense says you are the thief
Let me take you down the corridors

My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like
Beware of our appetite

Powerman 5000 - Nobodys Real

The view - Same Jeans

Public Image Ltd. - Careeing (Peel Session, Dec 1979)

A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same as murder
Is this living?
He's been careering
The steady hand as planned
Behind the reasoning
No claim for property
Both sides of the river
There is bacteria
Is this living?
He's been careering
Trigger machinery
Mangle the military
No one should be there
Is this living?
Blown into breeze
Scatter Concrete
The jagged metal bad life
Manufactured
He's been careering
Is this living?
A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same as murder
Is this living?
Careering
There must be meaning
Behind the moaning
Spreading tales
Like coffin nails
Is this living?
He's been careering
It's raining
I need to hide
Trigger machinery
I've been careering
Across the border
Is this living?
Both sides of the river
There is bacteria
Armoured machinery mangled

The war on drugs is a war on me and if its not then let me be home of the brave land
of the free Its just a plant so let freedom ring

I’m sick of these snitches droppin dimes on my block to my small sack slangers to my indoor
crops or our cash money business or my late night stops or anything about this old school pimp
called pops

Yeah! # # Piss
I can’t stand the cops they’re always on my dick trying to snatch my crops but they’ll never
gonna get ‘em cause givem to my pops then I fail out of town in my matha #ing dodge

You can’t catch me so please stop trying there’s no denyin that the cops are lie’en
Not me because I not you can’t relate when I look you in the face I can tell that you’re a
fake. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Zero Tolerance I got zero tolerance

Just because you’re a you fat wanna be stinky ass matha #a
Tryin to get my # but you can’t you suck get the hell out my face?
Cause your breath stinks bad your badge is dirty you cricked as fag


I’m here to free all the people that are livin in fear
The modern day Paul Revere, Just lend me your ear
Cause they’re comin, in fact they’re already right here
You know how much they spent in the war on drugs simply last year?
Eleven-Billion Dollars straight down the drain
The war on drugs has cost a lot, you shouldn’t worry about me, or my bag of pot
Not hurtin’ nobody, not polluting the youth
Not sellin no lies, I’m only giving out truth
Try to tell me what to do, I won’t listen to you,
I’ll smoke weed till I die, out of joints, pipes, tubes

well I’m rymin and I’m stealin – dealin time after time – rhyme patterns designed to enlighten
your mind – legalize the word freedom till the plants not a crime and when the plants not a
crime well all be livin divine zero tolerance is ignorance we’re drawin the line….

Zero Tolerance the war on drugs is a waste of time how could a plant be a crime- you got the
bombs to kill off our kind- Arrest and seize we get jailed #ed-w/-Find –free the plant

Zero Tolerance I got zero tolerance

RONNIE MUTHATRUCKING JAMES DIO - LAST IN LINE




[edit on 15-2-2007 by Lysergic]

Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy

[D-LOC] you know the king klick, yeah we got the bomb weed,
we got the southern kali # that make ya eyes bleed,
daddy x, d-loc and that boy Johnny richter, bdub, big pak, lou, munchyz the heavy hitter

[Hook]
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
i need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at
so where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
somebody's gotta know where the mutha#in weed's at

[Verse 1 - Daddy X]
it's on this time, in my prime blowin hella smoke
I got the mountain side growing going out for broke
we got them hillside's saturated Koast II Koast
I got a sack in my sock, an ounce in my coat
I got a fat bud in the case of my guitar
I got the flavour of the month chillin in the jar
i got that Whitehouse buying president
I got that Nassau spaceship THC
I got some weed in my garage and under my bathroom sink
ounce in my xbox living room by my TV
I got a nug on my desk and in my dresser drawer
and when I'm running low my hidden stash is in the floor
furthermore I got some backup underneath the stairs
and the eighth I got stashed in my underwear
wrapped in my sweaty balls , that's why I'm flying high
you wanna take a lick, trick , taste it good life...

[Hook]
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at
so where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
somebody's gotta know where the mutha#in weed's at

[Verse 2 - Richter]

wanna know where the weeds at? well I'll give u a hint.
just follow the scent rising outta my tent.
imp flowing outta the vents into a Lincoln cont.
or my dropped Cadillac bc I done did it again.
I'm back to ballin to win, don't let me hold it all in
I only need five breaths but #ing calling it 10
getting control of those ends, blowing smoke like the wind
I'm back to Rollin in my bus, don't even let me begin
cause when I'm in it , I'm in, when I'm out it, I'm out
these cats are loopy bout prints they got a problem no Doute,
I call it fifty fin and my lair's my house,
I got one rule there it's don't show up unannounced
gotta call before you roll through, get the all cool
I might be like wait up , yo I'll call you
cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got chronic
but when it's cracking, we be the toughest mother#ers that's cracking
but anyway...

where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at
so where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
somebody's gotta know where the mutha#in weed's at

[Verse 3 - D-LOC]

I got the bomb weed, you know I'm blowin hella tokes
I got the good # that leave you laid up on the floor
I got the crip nugs, i got the big sacks
i got the type of bud that kick you in your #in ass
i got the type of weed that make you wanna bug out
without a doubt the type of # that get you drug out
we getting super high, we gettin super ripped
we puttin it down for all the weed smokin klicks
so where's the weed at ?, i need to roll a blunt
put that # back , fill it up, don't front, lick it up , stick it, burn it
smoke it to the butt, finish that # and roll another one up. So...

[Hook]
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
it's in my backpack , but you can't touch that
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
i need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at
where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
you know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at
so where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
somebody's gotta know where the mutha#in weed's at

portishead - mysterons

nine inch nails - my violent heart

SNG: Green Tambourine
ARTST: Lemon Pipers



IKoN Media.

wrong thread,
delete

[edit on 18-2-2007 by infinite]

nin - my violent