Blackalicious - Making Progress
[Chorus: Gift of Gab]
We keep embellishin upon a new uncharted path
Expressin what we see and how we comprehend the math
So there's enough for everyone we gotta make it last
We gotta make it last..
[Gift of Gab]
As I embark on life's journey from the point where I'm at
Peace to everyone I know or who I go way back wit
Every pimp every mack, every gangsta to jack
Every hustler feedin babies, anybody pro-black
Every sister raisin kids without the help of a dad
Wantin for they children all the things that they never had
All the brothers handlin business even though shit's hard
Wakin up at five A.M., holdin down three jobs
All my rasta brethern gettin insight from trees
To my brothers up in college gettin Ph.D's
Or any other degree, even if you just read
For mental health, see you're concious that your mind is free
All my people locked down, for your past mistakes
Mentally and spiritually, dwellin past the gates
You could change your ways, elevate today
To all recovered alcoholics chillin up in AA
Every black-owned business, keep doin for self
Helpin out the community and spreadin the wealth
Understand that help ain't gonna come from nowhere else
Revolutionaries makin the unjust get dealth wit
Head on black people got to meet the task
Educate, keep learnin, gotta question, ask!
And let your light keep shinin and remember the past
By any means necessary, we'll be free at last
[Chorus]
[Gift of Gab]
As I embark on life's journey from the point where I'm at
Peace to everybody strivin to live right and exact
Even though anxieties try to pull you down
See your troubles as a blessin and you're homeward bound
Everybody gotta struggle, that's the way of the world
Can't develop biceps if you don't do curls
Can't achieve a a garden if you never water your crops
If you never paid your dues, then you don't get props
Couldn't eat a proper meal without cookin it first
Can't receive a paycheck if you don't do work
If it wasn't for the rain, then the trees won't grow
When the spring came around, what a sight to bestow
When you face adversities, dark clouds won't last
If you never study, how do you expect to pass?
The grasshoppers laid around while the ants did chores
When the winter came around, he was left outdoors
See the cycle keeps moving like a big machine
Evolution of the mind, soul body and being
God'll never put upon you more than you can take
Sometimes you even gotta learn from OTHER people's mistakes
So head on black people got to meet the task
Educate, keep learnin, gotta question, ask!
And let your light keep shinin and remember the past
By any means necessary, we'll be free at last
[Chorus]
Blackalicious - Cliff Hanger an interesting story
"Whole house freeze!"
It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was
Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly
Curved indeed, she started staring in my direction
Luring and urging seductively, body language instructing me
I offered her a drink instead she took a cup of tea
And then I lied about my luxury lifestyle
I said "So who you be? You looking kind of tight, gal
I would love to see you in a nightgown"
She said "They call me the Dragon Queen and I come from Tibet
I'm calm in the face of pressure and you'll never see me sweat
I've come to your country in search of a lost Scroll
That contains directions to a hidden village comprised of gold"
I looked at her confused and said "But why have you told me this?"
She said the description that I fit
Was that of the Chosen One who'd go beyond
Then slipped a concoction in my drink
Immediately set my consciousness adrift:
Now I'm in that zone dwelling, I woke in a warehouse tied to a chair
With an abundance of flair surrounding me in a circular angle
Glared up at the Dragon Queen's lair, wasn't imagining a thing
Her steps on the stairs had a magic Gleam, glowed brightly
To prepare me for my journey a Sword was hovering towards me
Plus garlic from the Keepers of the Gate who bore all the secrets and take
Care of trespassers, but at last it's prophesied that I would gain
Access to a cultural dynasty buried and seize and capture the Scroll
Massive helicopters patrolled the rooftops, strapped in
Began travelling into the darkness, knew not of what awaited
Thought of a way to get out of it, just then the bottom gave way
I began falling and gave it ten seconds, pulled the cord on my parachute
Landed surrounded by a herd of wild barracudas, lions
The sounds of the wild kingdom piercing like a siren
Was I entering near the mere mortal life span's end?
Defiantly I stood boldly as they began closing in
And time seemed to be moving rapidly just then:
"Whole house freeze!"
Just then I pulled the Sword and somehow
It affected all the creatures as they stepped back and bowed
And the same Glow that I seen in the Sword I seen in the eyes of the Lion
Who began leading me in a specific direction as if trying to tell me something
Just over the horizon, the same creatures who had been described
Appeared in statue form but their eyes scoped
And as I approached the gate they began to break open and cried
"AFTER YEARS WE HAVE FINALLY BEEN AWAKENED!"
The assault was on, I got knocked to the ground by one
Shocked in an unorthodox form boxing
Throwing an abnormal proportion of body blows, karate chops
And drop kicks, plunged struggling deeper into the swamp
Then I grabbed my Sword, the garlic put it around my neck
Saw that it was draining all of their energy and then with a swing
Off with their heads!
The gates slowly and mysteriously opened
So curiously I moseyed in with intensity focusing on my objective
Spider webs the size of king-size beds
Fell into a secret passage not knowing to where it lead
Just then the same Light beamed brightly and in the distance
At that instance, lo and behold, the hidden Scroll!
And just as I thought my mission was over
I could feel the Dragon Queen breathing heavily over my shoulder
As she began to transform and metamorphosise
She took on an assortment of legs, arms, heads and eyes
And sprouted two horns and began to breathe fire
So once again I grabbed my trusty Sword but to my astonishment
She burned it to a crisp turned and grasped the Scroll
And exited much faster than secreted gas, I'm gasping
Clasp full of flames cast in my direction
I saw my whole life flash and the possibility of death
And a casket passed into the ground, pound for pound, astounding
How could I survive and last another round inside this madness?
"Whole house freeze!"
Blackalicious - 40 oz for Breakfast
[Gift of Gab]
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
Let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
And caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
Why go job hunting today?
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
And feel my problems shrink away
And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
And said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
Though I knew he had doubts
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
Seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
And plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
Next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
And I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
That I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
What they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
Some shit was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't the same
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
And loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
A forty ounce for.. nah
A forty ounce for.. fuck!!
Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day
Post the lyrics to your favorite songs
by silent killer » Thu May 06, 2004 2:53 am
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silent killer - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: May 2003
- XBL: arcane devices
- Currently playing: Cross Code
by JAPANFAN » Wed May 26, 2004 5:13 pm
My song.
ILLOGIC - HATE IN A PUDDLE
I hate when it rains, 'cause in puddles I encounter this guy
Unable to give a rebuttal, but rivers of pain flood his eyes
Wonderin' why he's a gift with no purpose, a priceless one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Grounded, with no surface
And when he shows one it's a facade
'Cause inside he fights feelin's that he was mistake by God
I see his confusion and self-deception, questions of relevance and intelligence
He holds an illusion of self-acceptance that he shows to those outside lookin' in
He's outside lookin' in to his own life, lookin' for strength
to carry on as a pawn in this chess game of existence
In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn and leave
the stress that came with existence
Hopin' in death he'll find life, 'cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin' to find light
He's made his heart so hard he doesn't even cry anymore
'Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently; his heart's been broken frequently
It's like he's lost some part of him and just hasn't found it yet
So in his search, he's left with nothin' but questions and regret
All he wants to know is how one day he's content and the next day he's cryin'
'Cause his life isn't what he thought life meant
He just wants to be happy, with his love and all,
but too often I get messages through telepathic calls
He's askin' me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue
But for some reason he knows he most endure to continue
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
Why did I hate him so much? I wondered, pondered on the question
What in my mind caused me to despise my reflection?
I didn't know; I just knew when I saw him how I felt,
and hated the fact that he had to play with the cards that he was dealt
He's come in contact with some ill things that can't be explained
Life's extracted his energy to where the pain can't be contained
So to me he comes, sheddin' tears like skin
Intimate with some - only the ones he calls friends
If he even exists, he only exists in pain
It's like his life is a myth and he's been blessed with the gift of shame
I mean, from birth to love he's been betrayed
He's an unknown in how to cope with that pain and
disappointment he's come to know as he's grown
He feels he stands alone in this world of puddle images,
and he awaits the time for when time finishes
He tries to elevate thought, but he's still chillin' in the basement,
awaitin' a rebirth of his soul as it fears its spiritual placement
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
God, I pray you can give me a purpose or help me find it,
'cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it
Is it somethin' I need to know? Some way I need to grow?
To get out of this rut, God, give me some self-trust
Love is somethin' I'm lookin' for, but I've found it - or have I?
I wanna live, but can I? Or do I have to die to?
I try to have life, but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin' at this puddle
God, I pray that you can give me a purpose or help me find it,
'cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it
Is it somethin' I need to know? Some way I need to grow?
To get out of this rut, God, give me some self-trust
Love is somethin' I'm lookin' for, but I've found it - or have I?
I wanna live, but can I? Or do I have to die to?
I try to have life, but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin' at this puddle
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
I sit alone in dismal silence, peerin' into the eyes of my reflection,
wonderin' if his thoughts are adjacent to my own
What visions of eerie savagery are passin' if purity
lurks in the mind of he who I mirror?
Lookin' at him I am disgusted
He lacks beauty in all external areas and internally he seems so confused,
perplexed with this conundrum of life
He proceeds to function or cope, lookin' at it realistically
Esteem he lacks, in all areas of existance
Reason: Unknown
What is the cause of the lack of this self-acceptance?
I mean, it seems like he needs constant assurance,
some type of ritual proof that he's even worth the oxygen he breathes
A light that shines upon him
Is his living in vain? Does he have a purpose?
Answer: Eternally unknown
ILLOGIC - HATE IN A PUDDLE
I hate when it rains, 'cause in puddles I encounter this guy
Unable to give a rebuttal, but rivers of pain flood his eyes
Wonderin' why he's a gift with no purpose, a priceless one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless Grounded, with no surface
And when he shows one it's a facade
'Cause inside he fights feelin's that he was mistake by God
I see his confusion and self-deception, questions of relevance and intelligence
He holds an illusion of self-acceptance that he shows to those outside lookin' in
He's outside lookin' in to his own life, lookin' for strength
to carry on as a pawn in this chess game of existence
In his mind he wants to go on to the dawn and leave
the stress that came with existence
Hopin' in death he'll find life, 'cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin' to find light
He's made his heart so hard he doesn't even cry anymore
'Cause he's confronted sorrow frequently; his heart's been broken frequently
It's like he's lost some part of him and just hasn't found it yet
So in his search, he's left with nothin' but questions and regret
All he wants to know is how one day he's content and the next day he's cryin'
'Cause his life isn't what he thought life meant
He just wants to be happy, with his love and all,
but too often I get messages through telepathic calls
He's askin' me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue
But for some reason he knows he most endure to continue
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
Why did I hate him so much? I wondered, pondered on the question
What in my mind caused me to despise my reflection?
I didn't know; I just knew when I saw him how I felt,
and hated the fact that he had to play with the cards that he was dealt
He's come in contact with some ill things that can't be explained
Life's extracted his energy to where the pain can't be contained
So to me he comes, sheddin' tears like skin
Intimate with some - only the ones he calls friends
If he even exists, he only exists in pain
It's like his life is a myth and he's been blessed with the gift of shame
I mean, from birth to love he's been betrayed
He's an unknown in how to cope with that pain and
disappointment he's come to know as he's grown
He feels he stands alone in this world of puddle images,
and he awaits the time for when time finishes
He tries to elevate thought, but he's still chillin' in the basement,
awaitin' a rebirth of his soul as it fears its spiritual placement
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
God, I pray you can give me a purpose or help me find it,
'cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it
Is it somethin' I need to know? Some way I need to grow?
To get out of this rut, God, give me some self-trust
Love is somethin' I'm lookin' for, but I've found it - or have I?
I wanna live, but can I? Or do I have to die to?
I try to have life, but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin' at this puddle
God, I pray that you can give me a purpose or help me find it,
'cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it
Is it somethin' I need to know? Some way I need to grow?
To get out of this rut, God, give me some self-trust
Love is somethin' I'm lookin' for, but I've found it - or have I?
I wanna live, but can I? Or do I have to die to?
I try to have life, but my life seems kinda worthless as I'm starin' at this puddle
When I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
And you wonder why I hate him so much?
And when I walk past puddles my reflection calls, beggin' me
to answer his questions about life and his perceptions
and tell him why I hate him so much
Damn, I wonder why I hate him so much...
I sit alone in dismal silence, peerin' into the eyes of my reflection,
wonderin' if his thoughts are adjacent to my own
What visions of eerie savagery are passin' if purity
lurks in the mind of he who I mirror?
Lookin' at him I am disgusted
He lacks beauty in all external areas and internally he seems so confused,
perplexed with this conundrum of life
He proceeds to function or cope, lookin' at it realistically
Esteem he lacks, in all areas of existance
Reason: Unknown
What is the cause of the lack of this self-acceptance?
I mean, it seems like he needs constant assurance,
some type of ritual proof that he's even worth the oxygen he breathes
A light that shines upon him
Is his living in vain? Does he have a purpose?
Answer: Eternally unknown
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JAPANFAN - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: April 2003
- Location: New Jersey and Ontario
by Sir JC Denton » Wed May 26, 2004 5:36 pm
The Joker
Steve Miller Band
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
Steve Miller Band
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
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Sir JC Denton - Alpha Trading Boss
- Joined: July 2003
- Location: Garden Grove, California
by Sir JC Denton » Thu May 27, 2004 5:26 pm
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Free Bird
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
There's too many places I haven't seen
And if I stayed here with you, now
Things just wouldn't be the same
Well I'm as free as a bird now,
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
Lord knows I can't change
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
And though this feeling I can't change.
Please don't take it badly,
The Lord knows I'm to blame.
And, if I stayed here with you now
Things just wouldn't be the same.
For I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And the bird you can not change.
And the bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change
Free Bird
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
There's too many places I haven't seen
And if I stayed here with you, now
Things just wouldn't be the same
Well I'm as free as a bird now,
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
Lord knows I can't change
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
And though this feeling I can't change.
Please don't take it badly,
The Lord knows I'm to blame.
And, if I stayed here with you now
Things just wouldn't be the same.
For I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And the bird you can not change.
And the bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change
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Sir JC Denton - Alpha Trading Boss
- Joined: July 2003
- Location: Garden Grove, California
by JAPANFAN » Thu May 27, 2004 7:14 pm
Not one of my "favourite" songs, but I love it. It's cool.
CANIBUS - POET LAUREATE II
Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?
That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal
He said, "One of these days all eyes will be on me,
when they look up in the sky and see the neon 'C'"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk, encased
in glass with an ion beam for longevity for more then ten centuries
Impressions and memories - the first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary, indeed
He believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
And he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
about rhymes while he was prunin' his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
but he would never take it out his archives
He wrote two songs per day, and was constantly experimentin' with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey;
he got an F, but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day;
it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in twenty-four-hour workdays
with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He was spinnin' out of control like a class-5 hurricane
He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same,
especially when there's nothin' to gain
He was the illest alive, but nobody would face it
He spit till his toungue was too torched to taste it
Properly-funded corporations carbon-dated his
latest creations, to extract the information
They found it utterly amazin'
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless paintin'
Never mattered to him - the art galleries hated him
'Cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles, encrypted in language
with sound, but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS, in a
fire-proof pod - he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock -
he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, 'cause it blew our minds
So many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you dont mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes
Alone in my room, lookin' thru the 32X telescope zoom,
adjustin' the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
is nothin' more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
The runaway glaciation surroundin' the ocean
basin affects the population fluctuation
on a continuous basis - but that's just the basics
The juxtaposition of Can-i-bus' position,
the precision somethin' no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college, obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Incompetency is not up to speed
You not in my league, you couldn't possibly be hotter than me
Or oppositely, you're minus twenty-five degrees
You'd squeeze, but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively (ni**a, please)
My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak, my counselor
advised me to keep rhymin' until they stop the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better,"
even though it sort of urked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination,
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldn't understand what I mean by ill,
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
I've personified dry humor of Cum Laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress, a fool divorces
his knowledge and misses the logic and loses his soul in the process
Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content,
my style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
From an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper than you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two
My attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods interpreted into different forms,
from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not to spit in the palm, there's much more involved
There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws and rays of
creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-obsorbed, but that's the effect
To find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was,
permittin' you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club,
with the DJ doin' the needle rub
Chances are, you'll never see me, son
Yeah, I know my name's Canibus, but I can't help you if you need a dub
I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump
Where you get conceited from?
I'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
It's deep as fuck; I ain't seen it all, but I've seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible
rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
The ability to speak freely, lyrically on the microphone
With a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
and become "Cani-Millenia Man"
Grave my back with the Emperor's stamp
Been spittin' scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryin' to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam,
and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an axe to bury, but he has to learn
to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine, this is insane
It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain control of the plane, but went up in a ball of flames
and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin' in my head
over and over again, it cost me everything
I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate,
euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late
Hip-hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception,
in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though the potency of it lessens, big-money
industries writin' checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store,
ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage,
Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
to the right, full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
That's like me tellin' myself, "Don't tell me what to do"
Dialysis and analyses of battle MCs
Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me,
or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys
"Canibus, why dont you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect
I'm probably the best-yet Poet Laureate
CANIBUS - POET LAUREATE II
Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?
That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal
He said, "One of these days all eyes will be on me,
when they look up in the sky and see the neon 'C'"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk, encased
in glass with an ion beam for longevity for more then ten centuries
Impressions and memories - the first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary, indeed
He believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
And he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars, liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
about rhymes while he was prunin' his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
but he would never take it out his archives
He wrote two songs per day, and was constantly experimentin' with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey;
he got an F, but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day;
it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in twenty-four-hour workdays
with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He was spinnin' out of control like a class-5 hurricane
He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same,
especially when there's nothin' to gain
He was the illest alive, but nobody would face it
He spit till his toungue was too torched to taste it
Properly-funded corporations carbon-dated his
latest creations, to extract the information
They found it utterly amazin'
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless paintin'
Never mattered to him - the art galleries hated him
'Cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take ten
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles, encrypted in language
with sound, but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS, in a
fire-proof pod - he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock -
he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, 'cause it blew our minds
So many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you dont mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes
Alone in my room, lookin' thru the 32X telescope zoom,
adjustin' the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
is nothin' more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
The runaway glaciation surroundin' the ocean
basin affects the population fluctuation
on a continuous basis - but that's just the basics
The juxtaposition of Can-i-bus' position,
the precision somethin' no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
The unparalleled malleable annunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college, obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Incompetency is not up to speed
You not in my league, you couldn't possibly be hotter than me
Or oppositely, you're minus twenty-five degrees
You'd squeeze, but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively (ni**a, please)
My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak, my counselor
advised me to keep rhymin' until they stop the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better,"
even though it sort of urked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination,
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldn't understand what I mean by ill,
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
I've personified dry humor of Cum Laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress, a fool divorces
his knowledge and misses the logic and loses his soul in the process
Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content,
my style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
From an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper than you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two
My attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods interpreted into different forms,
from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not to spit in the palm, there's much more involved
There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws and rays of
creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-obsorbed, but that's the effect
To find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was,
permittin' you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club,
with the DJ doin' the needle rub
Chances are, you'll never see me, son
Yeah, I know my name's Canibus, but I can't help you if you need a dub
I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump
Where you get conceited from?
I'm so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
It's deep as fuck; I ain't seen it all, but I've seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible
rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
The ability to speak freely, lyrically on the microphone
With a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
and become "Cani-Millenia Man"
Grave my back with the Emperor's stamp
Been spittin' scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryin' to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam,
and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an axe to bury, but he has to learn
to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine, this is insane
It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain control of the plane, but went up in a ball of flames
and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin' in my head
over and over again, it cost me everything
I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate,
euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view, I think it's too late
Hip-hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception,
in the movement in any direction as progression
Even though the potency of it lessens, big-money
industries writin' checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store,
ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage,
Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
to the right, full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
That's like me tellin' myself, "Don't tell me what to do"
Dialysis and analyses of battle MCs
Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me,
or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys
"Canibus, why dont you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect
I'm probably the best-yet Poet Laureate
-
JAPANFAN - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: April 2003
- Location: New Jersey and Ontario
by Amuro » Thu May 27, 2004 11:34 pm
One of my favourite songs from a Canadian Band coming from Burlington Ontario...
Finger Eleven - Sick Of It All
Are the sins getting staler
Does every moment move past you
Or does it feel like forever
And shouldn't you be laughing too?
Take a look how they found you
Take a look what they've done to you now
What was it they wanted
Sullen and haunted?
If only you saw it coming
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
And you want to change everything
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
If you could consume her
Would you say you were finding your way out?
Is anything coming clearer
Smashing your mirror?
Still you can see you're guilty
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
And you want to change everything
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
Coming closer my composure turning
inside out in her
Calling home all alone
You can call I won't answer
Any question in my head
Remains until you feel the same
Never telling how I felt is all I ever cared about
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
Someone Someone Should Know
If You Want To Come Back Around
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
Finger Eleven - Sick Of It All
Are the sins getting staler
Does every moment move past you
Or does it feel like forever
And shouldn't you be laughing too?
Take a look how they found you
Take a look what they've done to you now
What was it they wanted
Sullen and haunted?
If only you saw it coming
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
And you want to change everything
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
If you could consume her
Would you say you were finding your way out?
Is anything coming clearer
Smashing your mirror?
Still you can see you're guilty
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
And you want to change everything
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
Coming closer my composure turning
inside out in her
Calling home all alone
You can call I won't answer
Any question in my head
Remains until you feel the same
Never telling how I felt is all I ever cared about
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
'Cause you're so sick of it all
Someone Someone Should Know
If You Want To Come Back Around
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
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Amuro - Man Mo Acolyte
- Joined: December 2003
by Rhayno G. » Fri May 28, 2004 12:13 am
Not my favorite song, but some of the best lyrics ever written by one of the greatest songwriters ever.
Bob Dylan- Like a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Bob Dylan- Like a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
-
Rhayno G. - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: December 2003
- Location: USA
by Amuro » Fri May 28, 2004 9:16 am
Another One Of My Fav's
"We're In This Together"
I've become impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter more
the two of us
all used and beaten up
watching fate as it flow down the path we
have chose
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you
awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin
they pick and they pull
trying to get their fingers in
well they've got to kill what we've found
well they've got to hate what we fear
well they've got to make it go away
well they've got to make it disappear
the farther I fall I'm beside you
as lost as I get I will find you
the deeper the wound I'm inside you
for ever and ever I'm a part of
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you
all that we were is gone we have to hold on
all that we were is gone we have to hold on
when all our hope is gone we have to hold on
all that we were is gone but we can hold on
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
even after everything
you're the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything
"We're In This Together"
I've become impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter more
the two of us
all used and beaten up
watching fate as it flow down the path we
have chose
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you
awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin
they pick and they pull
trying to get their fingers in
well they've got to kill what we've found
well they've got to hate what we fear
well they've got to make it go away
well they've got to make it disappear
the farther I fall I'm beside you
as lost as I get I will find you
the deeper the wound I'm inside you
for ever and ever I'm a part of
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
if the world should break in two
until the very end of me
until the very end of you
all that we were is gone we have to hold on
all that we were is gone we have to hold on
when all our hope is gone we have to hold on
all that we were is gone but we can hold on
you and me
we're in this together now
none of them can stop us now
we will make it through somehow
you and me
even after everything
you're the queen and I'm the king
nothing else means anything
-
Amuro - Man Mo Acolyte
- Joined: December 2003
by JAPANFAN » Fri May 28, 2004 2:15 pm
J-LIVE - SATISFIED
Hey, yo, lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance
You better dance from your fightin' stance
or you'll never have a fightin' chance in the rat race,
where the referee's son started way in advance
But still you livin' the American Dream
Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows -
who the fuck would wanna wake up?
You got it good, like hot sex after the break-up
Your four-car garage? It's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip, scrap the jalopy
Thousand-dollar habit, million-dollar hobby
You a success story everybody wanna copy
But few work for it, most get jerked for it
If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-nor-ant
A fat wallet still never made a man free
They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Hey, yo, the air's still stale
The anthrax got my Ol' Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get the mail
I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1,
while you kickin' up punchlines and puns
Man, fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If it's war time or jail time, time for promises
And time to figure out where the enemy is
The same Devils that you used to love to hate,
they got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate
The same ones that traded books for guns, smuggled drugs for funds,
and had fun lettin' off forty-one
But now it's all about NYPD caps and Pentagon bumper stickers
But yo, you still a ni**a
It ain't right them cops and them firemen died
The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic
It won't make the brutality disappear, it won't pull equality from behind your ear
It won't make a difference in a two-party country,
if the president cheats to win another four years
Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be
The grass ain't greener on the other genocide
But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn
and uproot the weeds, 'cause I'm not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
All this genocide is not justified
Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Yo, poison pushers makin' paper off of pipe dreams
They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme
The rich minorities control the gov'ment, but they
would have you believe we on the same team
So where you stand, huh? What do you stand for?
Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer
Serious as cancer, this jam demands your
undivided attention, even on the dance floor
Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers
Get yours - what're you sweatin' the next man for?
Get down, feel good to this, let it ride
But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied)
Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied (So throw your fists up, so throw your fists up, throw your fists up)
Hey, yo, lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance
You better dance from your fightin' stance
or you'll never have a fightin' chance in the rat race,
where the referee's son started way in advance
But still you livin' the American Dream
Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows -
who the fuck would wanna wake up?
You got it good, like hot sex after the break-up
Your four-car garage? It's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip, scrap the jalopy
Thousand-dollar habit, million-dollar hobby
You a success story everybody wanna copy
But few work for it, most get jerked for it
If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-nor-ant
A fat wallet still never made a man free
They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Hey, yo, the air's still stale
The anthrax got my Ol' Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get the mail
I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1,
while you kickin' up punchlines and puns
Man, fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If it's war time or jail time, time for promises
And time to figure out where the enemy is
The same Devils that you used to love to hate,
they got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate
The same ones that traded books for guns, smuggled drugs for funds,
and had fun lettin' off forty-one
But now it's all about NYPD caps and Pentagon bumper stickers
But yo, you still a ni**a
It ain't right them cops and them firemen died
The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic
It won't make the brutality disappear, it won't pull equality from behind your ear
It won't make a difference in a two-party country,
if the president cheats to win another four years
Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be
The grass ain't greener on the other genocide
But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn
and uproot the weeds, 'cause I'm not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
All this genocide is not justified
Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied
Yo, poison pushers makin' paper off of pipe dreams
They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme
The rich minorities control the gov'ment, but they
would have you believe we on the same team
So where you stand, huh? What do you stand for?
Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer
Serious as cancer, this jam demands your
undivided attention, even on the dance floor
Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers
Get yours - what're you sweatin' the next man for?
Get down, feel good to this, let it ride
But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse - do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied,
so throw your fists up if you not satisfied
Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied)
Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied (So throw your fists up, so throw your fists up, throw your fists up)
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JAPANFAN - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: April 2003
- Location: New Jersey and Ontario
by Sir JC Denton » Fri May 28, 2004 5:36 pm
Everlong
Foo Fighters
Hello, I've waited here for you... Everlong.
Tonight, I throw myself into,
And out of the red, out of her head she sang.
Come down and waste away with me, down with me...
Show how, you wanted it to be,
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang.
And I wonder when I sing along with you,
If everything could ever feel this real forever.
If anything could ever be this good again,
The only thing I'll ever ask of you.
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
She sang:
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in,
Hold you in, and now, I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang.
And I wonder when I sing along with you,
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
She sang:
And I wonder,
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
Foo Fighters
Hello, I've waited here for you... Everlong.
Tonight, I throw myself into,
And out of the red, out of her head she sang.
Come down and waste away with me, down with me...
Show how, you wanted it to be,
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang.
And I wonder when I sing along with you,
If everything could ever feel this real forever.
If anything could ever be this good again,
The only thing I'll ever ask of you.
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
She sang:
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in,
Hold you in, and now, I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang.
And I wonder when I sing along with you,
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
She sang:
And I wonder,
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
Last edited by Sir JC Denton on Sat May 29, 2004 12:52 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Sir JC Denton - Alpha Trading Boss
- Joined: July 2003
- Location: Garden Grove, California
by Bluecast » Fri May 28, 2004 5:43 pm
Civil War By Guns N Roses.
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"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
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"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
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Bluecast - Jean Valjean
- Joined: August 2003
- PSN: Ryudoadam
- XBL: Dogi99
- Nintendo FC: Segata
- Steam: Ryudo2k9
- Favorite title: Shenmue
- Currently playing: Some weeb game as always.
by JAPANFAN » Sat May 29, 2004 5:38 pm
MAESTRO feat. WADE O. BROWN - PERSEVERENCE
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
[Maestro]
Yo, it's like you're mentally incarcerated, fightin' for life
Cryin' for freedom in a cold cell
No one can hear you, but they'd never fear you
In the sixteenth round, never surrender
Usin' righteous wisdom, black man, we'll fight the system
It's survival of the fittest, the sky be the limit
Show the youths them and let 'em know they'll shine in a minute
It's their chance to rule, so let 'em know they be
descendants of greatness, kings and queens
We're overcomin'
Hate got us here, love will get us out (get us out)
With knowledge of self, we'll turn it out
I see my foes approachin', but vocally I'm overdosin'
I leave 'em comatosin', my thoughts evoke emotion
All my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can here it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
[Maestro]
I got the spirit of a hurricane to overthrow your Babylon
My mind is of a prophet, my soul ain't got no shackles on
I'm livin' in iniquity, created by your ministry
Still I'm elevatin', tryin' to reach my peeps
I'll teach a shorty 'bout survival - forget the bottle, it's genocidal
The system's out to stop your props and tranquilize you,
crucify your body and your mental, leavin' you in sorrow
while you search for tomorrow
Got you hopin' to win, while my melodious swing
Got me sittin' like an ancient Ethiopian King
I thank God for breathin', I know I'm here for a reason
I'm tryin' to save a life and stop my people from bleedin'
While my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can here it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
Can you close your eyes and strive with me?
I need to know
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
If you close your eyes I know you'll see
I know for sure
[Maestro]
Yo, now it's time for me to live again
and time for me to breathe again
Transcend and make a difference and go the distance
Me and you were supposed to meet
It's written in the stars and in the scriptures
Don't get it twisted, just get uplifted
It's supposed to happen
Now we're achievin' the impossible, hurdlin' over obstacles and takin' it nice
We went the whole scrimmage, we went for no limits
Overcomin', realizin' God's in our own image
I know my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can hear it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
(Say it again) I know my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can hear it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
Can you close your eyes and strive with me?
I need to know
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
If you close your eyes I know you'll see
I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
[Maestro]
Yo, it's like you're mentally incarcerated, fightin' for life
Cryin' for freedom in a cold cell
No one can hear you, but they'd never fear you
In the sixteenth round, never surrender
Usin' righteous wisdom, black man, we'll fight the system
It's survival of the fittest, the sky be the limit
Show the youths them and let 'em know they'll shine in a minute
It's their chance to rule, so let 'em know they be
descendants of greatness, kings and queens
We're overcomin'
Hate got us here, love will get us out (get us out)
With knowledge of self, we'll turn it out
I see my foes approachin', but vocally I'm overdosin'
I leave 'em comatosin', my thoughts evoke emotion
All my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can here it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
[Maestro]
I got the spirit of a hurricane to overthrow your Babylon
My mind is of a prophet, my soul ain't got no shackles on
I'm livin' in iniquity, created by your ministry
Still I'm elevatin', tryin' to reach my peeps
I'll teach a shorty 'bout survival - forget the bottle, it's genocidal
The system's out to stop your props and tranquilize you,
crucify your body and your mental, leavin' you in sorrow
while you search for tomorrow
Got you hopin' to win, while my melodious swing
Got me sittin' like an ancient Ethiopian King
I thank God for breathin', I know I'm here for a reason
I'm tryin' to save a life and stop my people from bleedin'
While my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can here it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
Can you close your eyes and strive with me?
I need to know
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
If you close your eyes I know you'll see
I know for sure
[Maestro]
Yo, now it's time for me to live again
and time for me to breathe again
Transcend and make a difference and go the distance
Me and you were supposed to meet
It's written in the stars and in the scriptures
Don't get it twisted, just get uplifted
It's supposed to happen
Now we're achievin' the impossible, hurdlin' over obstacles and takin' it nice
We went the whole scrimmage, we went for no limits
Overcomin', realizin' God's in our own image
I know my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can hear it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
(Say it again) I know my ancestors ride with me, I know they died for me
And I can hear it when they cry with me
Knowledge, wisdom, overstandin' made me open my eyes
Perserverance gonna keep me alive
[Wade O. Brown]
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
Can you close your eyes and strive with me?
I need to know
Take my hand and fly with me
I wanna know, can you see the sky with me?
If you close your eyes I know you'll see
I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Hate put me in here, but love is gonna get me out
I'm never goin' under, I know for sure
Last edited by JAPANFAN on Sat May 29, 2004 10:22 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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JAPANFAN - Machine Gun Fist
- Joined: April 2003
- Location: New Jersey and Ontario
by Bluecast » Sat May 29, 2004 10:20 pm
Sunshine on my shoulders by John Denver.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always
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Bluecast - Jean Valjean
- Joined: August 2003
- PSN: Ryudoadam
- XBL: Dogi99
- Nintendo FC: Segata
- Steam: Ryudo2k9
- Favorite title: Shenmue
- Currently playing: Some weeb game as always.
by Sir JC Denton » Sat May 29, 2004 10:31 pm
Highway Star
Deep Purple
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
And everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girl
I’m gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she’s a killing machine
She’s got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
And everything
I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I’m on the road again
Oooh I’m in heaven again I’ve got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
And everything
I love it and I need it
I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big
Fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star
Deep Purple
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
And everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girl
I’m gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she’s a killing machine
She’s got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
And everything
I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I’m on the road again
Oooh I’m in heaven again I’ve got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
And everything
I love it and I need it
I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
Nobody gonna take my car
I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It’s gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it’s a killing machine
It’s got everything
Like a driving power big
Fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it’s a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star
I’m a highway star
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Sir JC Denton - Alpha Trading Boss
- Joined: July 2003
- Location: Garden Grove, California
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