Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

Tupac - I Aint Mad At Cha








-tts

[edit on 20-6-2007 by The_Truth_Seeker]

Tool - The Pot



Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.

You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.

Foot in mouth, and head up @$$hole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!

When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
# hypocrite.

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.
What's the difference?

Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

NOW!!
You'll weep or, change the cozened indigo.
Got lemon juice up in your high eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been!

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty finger at me?
You must, have been, out your, mind!

Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason
Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer,
Mirror for ya,
What's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government

NOW!!
Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!
EYE!!

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!






-tts

[edit on 20-6-2007 by The_Truth_Seeker]

SNG: Lip Gloss
ARTST: Lil Mama

Suffocation-Effigy of The Forgotten

Billy Talent - Cut The Curtains








-tts

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Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced

If you can just get your mind together
uh-then come on across to me
We'll hold hands and then we'll
watch the sunrise
from the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have

(Well) I know, I know, you'll probably scream and cry
that your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
are you tryin' to prove to that you're
made out of gold and-uh, can't be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you,
yeah

Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think they're callin' our name
Maybe now you can't hear them,
but you will, ha-ha, if you just
take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?

Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful.






-tts

The Knife - Pass This On

The Knife - You Take My Breath Away


We are the people who´s come here to play
I don´t like it easy
I don´t like the straight way
We´re in the middle of something
We are here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red

I´m in the first row on your show, in the first row
on the First Floor Power show
Your vibrato´s like vulnerable leaves,
You do it crazy, that´s how you talk to me

We are the people who´s come here to play
I don´t like it easy
I don´t like the straight way
We´re in the middle of something
We are here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red

I heard you for the first time on the radion
When I was going somewhere in a car
You touched my heart, like a knife that´s very sharp
Or like a bird, you just set free
That´s just like me, when I hear you speak

We are the people who´s come here to play
I don´t like it easy
I don´t like the straight way
We´re in the middle of something
We are here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red

I like vanilla and I like sex
I ride the pony that I like best
I knew I that there was something I missed
I was fifteen when I first got kissed, before I knew about the equality way
I wanted to get laid to "Take my breath away"

We are the people who´s come here to play
I don´t like it easy
I don´t like the straight way
We´re in the middle of something
We are here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red

We are the people who´s come here to play
I don´t like it easy
I don´t like the straight way
We´re in the middle of something
We are here to stay
And we raise our heads for the colour red

www.myspace.com...

Lovin' the tracks on Era Vulgaris. It's their best yet, imo... and I've got most of their stuff, even when they were Kyuss.

[edit on 22/6/07 by masqua]

It's good, but it aint Songs For The Deaf



[edit on 23/6/07 by Implosion]

Dio - Holy Diver



[edit on 6/23/2007 by Alien42]

Queens Of The Stone Age - Turnin' On The Screw

You got a question?
Please don’t ask it
It puts the lotion in the basket
You say bigger’s better but bigger’s thicker
White boy dressed up like a figure
Drawn inside a toilet on the wall
The world is round
My square don’t fit at all

They say those who can’t just instruct others
And act like victims or jilted lovers
You can’t lose it if you never had it
Disappear man
Do some magic

You want a reason?
How's about because
You ain’t a has been
If you never was

I sound like this

Scared to say what is your passion
So slag it all
Bitter’s in fashion
Fear of failure’s all you’ve started
The jury is in
Verdict: Retarded
I’m so tired and I’m wired too
I’m a mess I guess I’m turning on the screw

[edit on 23/6/07 by Implosion]

Queens Of The Stone Age - I'm Designer

My generation’s for sale
Beats a steady job
How much have you got?
My generation don’t trust no one
It's hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that’s real for us is fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work
Its just like diamonds
In #

I’m high class I’m a whore
Actually both
Basically I'm a pro
We’ve all got our own style of baggage
Why hump it yourself
You’ve made me an offer that I can refuse
Course either way I get screwed
Counter proposal
I go home and jerk off

It’s truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
It’s truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
You don’t own
You don’t own
you don’t own
You don’t own
You don’t own
What none can buy
You don’t own
You don’t own
Neither do I

High and mighty you say selling out is a shame
Is that the name of your boo?
Push a silver spoon in your ass
No more holding us down
Down
Dog
Down mutt
Nice mutt

You’re insulted
You can’t be bought or sold
Translation offer too low
You don’t know what you’re worth
It isn’t much
My piano is for sale
How many times must I sell myself
Before my pieces are gone?
I’m one of a kind
I’m designer

Never again will I repeat myself
Enough is never enough
Never again will I repeat myself

It used to be the plan was screwing the man
Now it's have sex with the man
After he buys you .com for sale at a low, low price

It’s truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
Its truly a lie
I counterfeit myself
You don’t own
You don’t own
You don’t own me
You don’t own what none can buy
You don’t own
You don’t own what none can buy
Neither do I

[edit on 23/6/07 by Implosion]

Queens Of The Stone Age - Avon

I see you go
Through a park in a haze
Well I don’t listen
For traffic goin’ the same way
A simple system...yeah
I string ‘em up, I cut ‘em down
Dare I say
A perfect vision
Such simple ways to let you know
Free range humans
All cooped up, naked clown
Is playing lame...yeah
I string ‘em up, I cut ‘em down
Dare I say

SNG:Ex's and Oh's
ARTST: Atreyu

Devo - Morning Dew (1990)

SNG: Tambourine
ARTST: Eve





Thems my kind of women.

Rush - Distant Early Warning (1984)

Wu-tang Clan - Heaterz

[Raekwon]
Hang glide for my nigga Tical
Yo, word to God we run this whole # Son (no doubt)
Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt)
That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
Check the science of the black man
Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here
Yo Shorty cross your arms
Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year

Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
Rocky road roll dark greener
Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema
Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers
Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine
The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima
We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino
Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me
Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry
It's time yo swerve like the Nike line
Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary
Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox
Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks
you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flows with the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be self lord and master

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride
Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
# you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise

[U-God]
Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh
It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich
You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest
Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus
Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you #s
Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks
Chef coc aine cook, a marvelous book
This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth
what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth

[CappaDonna]
Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite, satellite
RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
My slang sound write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
workin hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
but my talk stage live killa beehive
Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts