Favorite lyrics

[Guest thesnow]

NAS - Every Ghetto ...last verse especially (the whole song is written well though)

My skin is a art gallery, right

With paintings of crucifixes

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor

How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones

Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex

And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des

Got guns when I'm with my daughter

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence

She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons

Black princess it's a ugly world

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the Father

I'm lonely

Hold me, it's gettin' darker

TOOL - Reflection

It's calling me...

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping

The moon tells me a secret, my confidant

As full and bright as I am

This light is not my own and

A million light reflections pass over me

The source is bright and endless

She resusitates the hopeless

Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

Big L - '98 Freestyle (funny plus his flow is solid)

Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich

I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks

And I'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

with both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park

Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin

You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best. . .

Other good lyrics that paint the best pictures, in my mind, are story telling rap songs like Big L's "The Heist", Biggie - "Warning", and Nas - "Rewind".. for example..) Honorable mentions include Tool's Third Eye, Pink Floyd's "Us & Them"

[LIVENUDEGIRLS]

Some all time and some current favorites. Some from memory so might be a little off...

Iron and Wine - Trapeze Swinger

They went on to say

That the pearly gates

Had some eloquent graffiti

Like 'We'll meet again'

And 'Fuck the man'

And 'Tell my mother not to worry'

And angels with their gray

Handshakes

Were always done in such a hurry

Some Mason Jennings

Honey your my religion even though you haven't yet expanded to include a heaven after even though I have demanded it.

Well, would you lookee here

She's got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothes

And a ribbon in her hair

Well she ain't bad-lookin', and I'll give her that

But she ain't all there

And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear

Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose

To eat up all the mean words that she spoke

She gonna try to ring quiet but the doorbell's broke

She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said

I feel no need to go flying my heterosexual kite

Baby I don't want his body I just want to sit and talk all night

Damn what a beautiful man

And if all these things are certain than somebody tell me why

Whenever I see him walking I keep batting my eye

The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies

This is not a conquering

I am not conquered

Even as the helicopters come for me

My wife sleeps in her clothes in the corner

I'm looking down at the police on the street

We all woke on this planet together

With the earth below and the sky above

Answer me this, would you do the same

If somebody raped the woman you love

K-k-killed a man, and now I'm on the run

Godless burning underneath the sun

K-k-killed a man, now I'm on the run

Godless burning underneath the sun

Don't sleep in the light (let 'em come, let 'em come

Things that i buy and things that i think

Haven't made this a better place to be

Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink

Haven't made this a better place to be

It's still just a room with the drums in the middle

A couch along the wall that works as my bed

I still have a phone that rings all day

I still have things i wish i would of said

Please know what i mean

When i say, nothing

I always feared that you'd be true

True to yourself to the bitter end

It just kinda happened, or so she says

She was drinking and lonely, you know the rest

And he meant nothing, he was happenstance

She says she loves me still and wants a second chance

But i don't wanna be together

I don't wanna be apart

Ben Harper

You whip the back of Freedom till it bleeds an oil stream then you sail down upon it in your killing machine

These arms weren't made for battle but to share in your embrace.

A candle lends it light into the darkness

in such a nasty world so shines a good dead

Make sure the fortune that you seek

is the fortune that you ned

If water makes it turn and fire makes it burn

Then we must still be here living on Earth

Wow, I could go on for a long time.

[Corbin Law]

wish you were here

pink floyd

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell,

Blue skys from pain.

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade

Your heros for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

[snugglepony]

Silver Jews "Smith & Jones Forever"

Are you honest when no one's looking?

Can you summon honey from a telephone?

They sat there with their hooks in the water

and their moustaches caked with airplane glue.

O come let us adore them

California overboard

when the sun sets on the ghetto all the broken stuff gets cold.

Chorus:

Smith and Jones forever!

Smith and Jones forever!

Smith and Jones forever together forever and ever.

Build a stage for Autumn's bitch.

They walk the alleys in duct tape shoes.

They see the things they need through the windows of a hatchback

The alleys are the footnotes of the avenues.

O come let us adore them

California overboard

holding up their trousers with extension cords.

(chorus)

I've got two tickets to a midnight execution.

We'll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston

and when they turn on the chair

something's added to the air

when they turn on the chair

something's added to the air forever

(chorus)

[cheapmuthafukr]

ol dirty, cuttin headz

Here it is

Where's it at?

In the back

Got a stack

The Dirty Bastard

Yo you Bastard flip the phat track

Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe

Let them know that I flow over the rainbow

Hit the deck

Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks

What the fuck they expect?

I don't know

I don't care

I won't fall

I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo-

T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy

Stop tryin to foul me

Sayin that we're lousy

But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant

President of the Wu

But I'm also a client

It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what

I don't give a flying fuck

About a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid

Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off

Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem

The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin

Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain

Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain

So take a sip from the cup of death

And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left

(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert!

Ason comin straight from the dirt

Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt

Nuthin new in ninety-two

It's time to do the work

Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene

And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine

Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant

Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman

Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby

Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie

I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I

Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa

Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks

Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off

[6MT]

nuf said

"shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga, wu buck wild wit the trigga?"

"ohh baby i like it raw"

[artificialsky]

punk ain't no religious cult

punk means thinking for yourself

you ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair

when a jock still lives inside your head

[chromesquared]

From Both sides of the brain:

[Del The Funky Homosapien]

Check it out

Uhh

Del's back, go get ya life preserver

Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered

You get caught in the slipstream

When I was fifteen

I was ripping

You were shoplifting

My accent on rap is smashin'

Emcees be past tense

Didn't make the draft pick

Come get ya ass kicked

You awful

And slothful

I'm grease lightning

Hit cha with shit that's uncalled-for

Leave ya jaw broke

Tryna simulate

Gimme a break

You rhyme purely functional

Merely fills the gap

I'm a rhymin' mercenary

I'ma kill the track

My brainstorm cause a cloud bust

Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth

Style search

Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics

Somethin' you don't care about

I eviscerate your mental state

Into strips of steak

I'ma situate barbituates to get you baked

Your feminine image is far from intimidating

Cause my style you're imitating

That's as sin as Satan

Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick

Prepare to Edgar Allan and spread ya talent thick

You gotta problem with balancing

Ya equilibrium is givin' up

Ya symmetry is imagery

Your videos are pretty dope

Big budget

But my poetry you covet

Mega-destructive

You can't fuck with

I'm loony wit language

This artform is truly endangered

So I change it, never doing the same shit

I'll make a profit off of oxygen

Phenomenon wit no homonyms

Hit'em wit a sonic boom

Eradicate ya naniploom

Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest

And leave ya burnin' like a furnace

Poetry protagonist

Leave you havin' strict

Advocate of whatever I'm imagining

That's what's happening

Party-goers call me Yoda

I use my force with fortitude

Just sure to groove

And support my crew

Hiero

Vital

Components in the lineage

Of Hip-Hop heritage

Where we go is limitless

good idea for a thread, more to come!

N.

[chromesquared]

Rass Kas [Nature of the threat. 1st verse]

Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet

We need to truly understand the nature of the threat

And a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness

Roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved with

The phenotypical trait, genetic recessive blue eyes, blonde hair and

white skin

Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans,

So the mutants traveled north of the equator

Called Europeans later, the first race haters

So here's the devils' alpha to the beta

Cuz history's best qualified to teach one

Quoting German philosopher Schopenhauer

'Every white man is a faded or bleached one'

Migration created further mutation

Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination

Adaptation to the climate

As the Caucus Mountain man reverted to that of a primate

Savage Neanderthals until the late Paleolithic age

That's when the Black Grimaldi man came

With the symbol of the dragon

Fire and art

Check cave paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf

Around 2000 B.C. southern Russians migrate in small units

Those who traveled west populated Europe

Those who went east settled in Iran, known as Aryans

1500 B.C. some crossed the Khyber pass into India and

Created Hinduism, the first caste system

The origins of racism

A white dot on the forehead meant elite

A black dot-the feet

Untrustable, untouchables

They wrote the holy Vedas in Sanskrit

That's the language that created Greek, German, Latin and English

Now the Minoans also around 2000 B.C.

Start on the island of Crete in the Agean Sea

The Greek culture begins Western Civilization

But 'Western Civilization' means 'White Domination'

Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek

It had existed since at least 3000 B.C.

Creating geometry and astronomy

This knowledge influenced Plato, Socrates and Hippocrates

Cuz Imhotep the real real father of medicine

Was worshiped in Greece and Rome in the form of a Black African

The word Africa comes from the Greek Aphrike meaning 'without cold'

[sinnah]

Immortal Technique - Leaving the Past

[Verse 1]

They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it

Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it

I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic

its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it

But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'

ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin'

urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'

Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell

scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell

and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell

Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian

it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition

It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion

I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong

Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms

I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb

Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong

by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong

Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song

I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts

Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back

and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack

And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas

I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages

[Verse 2]

I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be

as if our peoples history started with slavery

Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret

this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt

I keep it reality based wit the music I make

brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit

like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred

I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus

and from the fifteen hundreds until after tommorow

I watched Latin America get raped in the sorrow

You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne

and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission

Ive never seen so much racism in all of my life

every program and newscast, all of them white

It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest

that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest

Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya

I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea

I'll do a free show in North Korea

burning the flag

while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag

Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:

capitalism en democracy are not synonymous

You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill

sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill

But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past

like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass

Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash

unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash

I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return

I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn

and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice

cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life

[Ending]

Some people think I won't make it

but I know that I will

Escape the emptiness

cuz that shit is slow and it kills

the flow and the skill

I made y'all believe that it last

You can make the future

but it starts with leaving the past

[damnIam]

If Rye Whisky was an ocean

and I was a duck

I'd swim to the bottom

and never come up....

[greentea]

Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics

Artist(Band):Ol' Dirty Bastard

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Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!

Ain't none of them niggas can't fuck with me!

What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!

Dirt fuck you up right now! What? What? What?

I bust your motherfuckin ass boy!

I ain't no motherfuckin joke, you know who you talkin to

(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)

Ol' Dirty Bastard, I fuck you up right now

Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo

He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason

I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out

I drop science like girls be droppin babies

Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy

Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines

Your ass thought you were better than

Ason, I keep planets in orbit

While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit

Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass

'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix

This style, I'm mastered in

Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?

This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol

Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol

In your face like a can of mace, baby

Is it burnin? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin

how, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile

Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!

Not seen and heard, no one knows

You forget, niggas be quiet as kept

Now you know nothin

Before you knew a whole fuckin lot

Your ass don't wanna get shot

A lot of MC's came to my showdown

To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down

As you can go, below zero

without a doubt I've never been tooken out

by a nigga, who couldn't figure

Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure

Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)

how to pull a fuckin gun trigger

I said "Get the fuck outta here!"

Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost

But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host

Introducin, yo fuck that nigga's name

My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain

And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore

That's why I give you more of the raw

talent that I got will riz-ock the spot

MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot

Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow

If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know

I'm homicidal when you enter the target

Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit

So I take yo ass out quick

The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep'

CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death

You got shot cause you knock knock knock

"Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock

Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack

You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Shame on you, when you step through to

the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

What? My nigga...

Shame on ya...

[keri]

Dear lord, i hate to say somtthing like this about that big headed man, but thisish is so true:

Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs

You dont want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed

You go out to eat and he cant pay yall cant leave

There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But while yall washin watch him

He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun

He got that ambition baby look in his eyes

This week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side

I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice

And they gone keep callin and tryin

But you stay right girl

But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl

^stupid gals never know what to look for, think they gotta snag a rich one, when really, you gotta snag a driven one....

and then of course, my all time favrite song:

Mama told me when I was young

Come sit beside me, my only son

And listen closely to what I say.

And if you do this

It will help you some sunny day.

Take your time... dont live too fast,

Troubles will come and they will pass.

Go find a woman and youll find love,

And dont forget son,

There is someone up above.

(chorus)

And be a simple kind of man.

Be something you love and understand.

Be a simple kind of man.

Wont you do this for me son,

If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich mans gold

All that you need is in your soul,

And you can do this if you try.

All that I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

(chorus)

Boy, dont you worry... youll find yourself.

Follow you heart and nothing else.

And you can do this if you try.

All I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

(chorus)

[keri]

oh god, now i'm looking up all my favorite songs....

Maybe, it's me, maybe I bore u

No no, it's my fault, cos I can't afford u

Maybe baby, puffy, jay z

would all be better for u

Cos all I can do is luv u

Baby when I used to luv u

Theres' nothing that I wouldn't do

I went thru the fire for you, do anything you asked me to

But I tired of livin this lie

It's getting harder to justify

Realised that I just don't luv u

Not like I used to

La la la

la la la

Maybe, I should rob somebody

So we could, live like whitney and bobby

It's probably my fault, my bad, my loss

But u are, above cost

Cos all I could do was luv u

etc.,etc.

and then:

Oh my my my

I'm feeling high

My moneys gone

I'm all alone

The world is turnin'

Oh what a day

What a day whay a day

Peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learn,

If your knowledge were your wealth then it will be well earn

If we were made in his image then call us by our names

Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on

Whew on and on and on and on

I go on and on and on and on

Ohh on and on and on and on

I was born under water with 3 dollars and 6 dimes

Yeah you might laugh 'cause you did not do your math

Na qua 2..3.

Damn, yall feel that? Oh...

Qua 2..3.

The world keeps turning

Oh what a day what a day what a day

The man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all

Does it seem colder in your summertime and hotter in your fall

If we were made in his image then call us by our names

Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

I go on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

I am feeling kinda hungry 'cause my high is coming down

Don't feed me yours 'cause your food does not endure

I think i need a cup of tea, the world keeps burnin'

Oh what a day, what a day what a day

You rush into destruction 'cause you don't have nothin' left

The mothership can't save you so your ass is goin' get it

If we were made in his image then call us by our names

Most intellects do not believe in god but they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

Ooh ooh wee on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

[greentea]

you can have it your way, how do you want it, you gonna back that thang up or should i push up on it"

[englandmj7]

i'm poppin magnums while jigga bag somethin

watch is platinum, got jet lag from

flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes

make the best c.d.'s and the best tapes

don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals

biggie be richie like lionel, shit

you seen the jesus, dipped to h classes

ice project off lights, chick flashes

blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big ??

rock top fashions

ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot

on the range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange

i hate y'all too

rather be in carribean sounds with rachael

it's unreal, out the blue frank white got sex appeal

bitches used to go, "ewww!"

still tote steel, tryin to see five mil

off the sin-gle, for real

you ain't phazin the amazin

while your guns raisin, mine is blazin

see you on see me all talkin to sweetness

take it for weakness and leave quick

blocka, roc-a-fella, bad boy collabo

two mc's with mad dough, junior uhh (junior mafia)

From ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard

I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard

Stand on that table nigga, spit that cris nigga

Throw that chair, make em recognize this

Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like Corning cookware

Uncle Jemima, wit my braids wrapped

And 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jacks

Coke price through the roof, My SL's blue the coupe

My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop

Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood

How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve

Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw

Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya

Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail

The mic is contacted, I attract clientele

My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath

I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond

Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin

Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion

Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin

Cause in my physical, I can express through song

Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong

I drink Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell

From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up

Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up

Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el

Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille

It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a bill

Vocabulary spills I'm Ill

plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Sheik

Jam like a tech with correct techniques

So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me

Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me

I leave 'em froze like her-oin in your nose

Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen

I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen

Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin

End like Leviathan, it's deep, well let me try again

Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop

I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles

Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle

And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova

You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra

Packin like a rasta in the weed spot

Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop

Though they need not to sneak

My poetry's deep, I never fail

Nas's raps should be locked in a cell

It ain't hard to tell

Anything else by Clipse/B.I.G......I actually listen to alot more rock than rap but can never remember shit unless I am staring at my iTunes....I do have 120 GB of music so it is hard to remember my classics........

[greentea]

jesus christ got dreads he shakes them,i dont got non,but im thinkin about growin some.

[greentea]

You gonna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelings hurt.

[greentea]

Takin' ya back to the old school, cuz I'm an old fool thats so cool

[partytaco]

perfect little song for this board......

Why don't you give me a fucking break

One look at you tells me you're fake

You've copied every fucking thing that you do

So god damned worried who's looking at you

Is it just a passing phase

Or just another fashion craze

You fool no one but yourself

You're in need of fucking help

Why be something that you're not

Why be something that you're not

Why be something why be something

Why be something that you're not

saw this band about 8 years ago when they did an unannounced "reunion" (used very loosely) show in detroit when o.p. was back in town for the holidays...pretty nice for the 10 people who happened to be there.

[greentea]

just waking up in the morning,got to thank god, i dont know,but today seems kind of odd.

[greentea]

baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go bump bump bump

[greentea]

machi de fuuzen au tabi ni

sukamatte itta kiwaku

ikusaki zake ni arawareru hen na yatsu

itsumo abunai koto bakari shiteru kara

doushitemo kini nacchau

love trap

[englandmj7]

Worst lyrics ever goes to:

Dr. Octagon "Earth People"

Verse 1

First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer

Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer

Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power

Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex

With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze

Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants

More ways to blow blood cells in your face

React with four bombs and six fire missiles

Armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols

You may not believe, livin' on the Earth planet

My skin is green and silver, warhead lookin' mean

Astronauts get played, tough like the ukelele

As I move in rockets, overriding, levels

Nothing's aware, same data, same system

Chorus

Earth People, New York and California

Earth People, I was born on Jupiter x4

Verse 2

Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space

With the National Guard United States Enterprise

Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet

Comin' down the rampart through beam on the street

Obsolete computes, compounds and dead sounds

As I locate intricately independent

Economic rhymer got savoury store food

In Capsule D my program is ability

For a reaction and response to a no-one

Identification Code: Unidentified

I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face

You recognised, so what? I turned invisible

Made myself clear, reappeared to you visual

Disappear again, zapped like a android

Face the fact, I fly on planets every day

My nucleus friend, prepare, I return again

My 7XL is not yet invented

Repeat chorus

Verse 3

Space Ranger, contact tubes, send synthetics

I program one and go to Earth through the fax machine

My number's Seven-Oh-Nine Seven-Five-Five Six-E-L-Three

Computer File: Nine-Three

Digital level, standing on the terminal

Upside down through polygons fightin' pentagons

Changin' blue skin, my brown colour's comin' back

I'm psychedelic this time, come in rainbow

Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow

Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple

[greentea]

good call on the dr.octagon, just reading it hurts my brain, lol

[cheapmuthafukr]

The Ideal girl in London from France

Came over then left me

She left me entranced

Now I have to get by once again on my own

Nothing but memories

So I remember your eyes that unique shade of brown

While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed

I kissed you good bye

On the M109 I choked as I watched the bus go

Choking and smoking to your angelic soul

choking and smoking myself into a hole

Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream

And to cry out your name.

[6MT]

daytona 500!!!! ummmm!!!

Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps

Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat

Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes

Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes

Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble

Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ

The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless

Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners

In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings

Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene

The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon

Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in

Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive

I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph

Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith

Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless

I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy

True identity hidden inside secret tabloids

Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes

The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes

Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing

Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

[chromesquared]

Worst lyrics ever goes to:

No way! This is actually a really great album (I have both the instrumental and regular versions), but you gotta realize what Kool Keith AKA Dr. Octogon AKA Black Elvis, etc. etc. is doing with his music. Plus dont forget that this cat is an originator ala critical beatdown from waaay back in the day. With Dan the Automator on production and Qbert on the cuts how can you hate????!!!!!

N.

If youre so inclined also check out Black Elvis

[englandmj7]

^^ Hah hah, dude I know who he is and have heard essentially everything he has ever done. I realize that song was meant to be purposefully obscure/funny but that doesn't make it good. Personally, I like listening too it as it is SO ridiculous. I've got nothing against the good Doc Oc.

[startmeup]

God save the queen,

the fascist regime,

that made you a moron,

potential h bomb.

god save the queen,

she aint no human being,

and theres no future,

and englands dreaming,

dont let go of the ones you want,

and dont let go of the ones you need,

theres no future,

no future,

no future for you.

if you were born yesterday and dont know, that was the first verse of god save the queen by the sex pistols