Favorite lyrics

[cheep]

de la soul- i am i be

I am Posdnous

I be the new generation of slaves

here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes

the pile of revenue I create

But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late

Product of a North Carolina cat

who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie

Who departed life just a little too soon

and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame

As we go a little somethin' like this

look ma, no protection

Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay

And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough

so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay

I am an early bird but the feathers are black

so the apples that I catch are usually all worms

But it's a must to decipher one's queen

from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ

I cherish the twilight

I maximize, my soul is the right size

I watch for the power to run out on the moon

(And that'll be sometime soon)

Faker than a fist of kids

speakin that they're black

When they're just niggas trying to be Greek

Or some tongues who lied

and said "We'll be natives to the end"

Nowadays we don't even speak

I guess we got our own life to live

Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?

Every now and then I step to the now

for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool

Now I won't apologize for it

This is not a bunch of Bradys

but a bunch of black man's pride

Yet I can safely say

I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside

I've always walked the right side of the road

If I wasn't making song I wouldn't be a thug selling drugs

But a man with a plan

and if I was a rug cleaner

betcha Pos'd have the cleanest rugs I am.

[un-]

To hit the top, first you gotta' fall before you make it...

- Nas

[meader]

Dead Kennedys - Jock-o-rama

Listening to this song while reading the lyrics to this song is great, fantastic speed and swing.

You really like gorillas?

We've got just the pet for you

It's the way you're forced to act

To survive our schools

Make your whole life revolve around sports

Walk tough-don't act too smart

Be a mean machine

Then we'll let you get ahead

Jock-O-Rama-Save my soul

We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol

The future of America is in their hands

Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

Pep rally in the holy temple

And you're forced to go

Masturbate en masse

With the favored religious cult

Cheerleaders yell-"Ra Ra Team"

From the locker room parades the prime beef

When archaeologists dig this up

They'll either laugh or cry

Jock-O-Rama-On the brain

Redneck-a-thon drivin' me insane

The future of America is in their hands

Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

Unzip that old time religion

On the almighty football field

Beerbellies of all ages

Come to watch the gladiators bleed

"Now boys, this game ain't played for fun

You're going out there to win

How d'ya win?

Get out there

And snap the other guy's knee!"

Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up!

Ra Ra Ra

Snap those spinal cords

Ha Ha Ha

The star quarterback lies injured

Unconscious on the football field

Looks like his neck's been broken

Seems to happen somewhere every year

His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry

Their favorite son will never walk again

Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent

What spirit

What a man"

But who cares?

Games over-Let's go get wasted man

To the 7-11, to the liquor store

Let's party all night and party some more

Another Trans-Am

Wrapped itself around a telephone pole

"I ain't drunk, officer

I just fell gettin' out of my car"

Don't worry about it, son

We were that way when we were young

You've got all the skills

To make a damn good businessman

Jock-O-Rama-that's the law

Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol

If the future of America is handed to them

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[buffalocloud7]

i think bright eyes sucks, but lyrically this guy is quite talented. i came across this song as a cover by bettie serveert...

"Lover I Don't Have To Love"

I picked you out

Of a crowd and talked to you

Said I liked your shoes

You said thanks can I follow you?

So it's up the stairs

And out of view

No prying eyes

I poured some wine

I asked your name you asked the time

Now it's two o'clock,

the club is closed we're up the block

Your hands on me

I'm pressing hard against your jeans

Your tongue in my mouth

Trying to keep the words from coming out

You didn't care to know

Who else may have been you before

I want a lover I don't have to love

I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck

Where's the kid with the chemicals?

I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure

I got the money if you got the time

You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try

Then my mind went dark

We both forgot where your car was parked

Let's just take the train

I'll meet up with the band in the morning

Bad actors with bad habits

Some sad singers

They just play tragic

And the phone's ringing

And the van's leaving

Let's just keep touching

Let's just keep keep singing

I want a lover I don't have to love

I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk

Where's the kid with the chemicals

I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full

I need some meaning I can memorize

The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

But you but you

You write such pretty words

But life's no story book

Love's an excuse to get hurt

And to hurt

"Do you like to hurt?"

"I do! I do!"

"Then hurt me."

[ktothe]

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged

Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin

To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe

The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like

'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets

Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete

Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep

I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep

I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)

I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis

Shinin, like who on top of this?

People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin

Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin

I'm wrestlin with words and ideas

My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit

the scribes can apply to transcript, yo

This ain't no time where the usual is suitable

Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable

The indisputable, we New York the narcotic

Strength in metal and fiber optics...

[chromesquared]

SAAFIR -Light Sleeper-

Yeah, I know I'm an emotionally disturbed

person

People think I'm talkin' to myself

when I'm

Rehearsin' on the rhyme. A mass

productionist,

a mass production matador, pan it

more to

the left, there you go. Minimize the

Synthe-sizer wiser when I wind up for

The pitch, but I don't pitch a bitch

'cause

Sales get derailed and towed an

abundance

Of cash. Damn, I let it go. He was my man.

I tried to trust him, but I busted him

twice

In my trash can and I'm askin'. I don't

need

Psychology to see, the dichotomy in

me.

Knew something was fishy, but I'm

better than

Wishy washy or topsy turvy. It kinda

irked

Me that I caught him sleepin'

'cause I try

To be wide awake, but ye slows it

down

So I can't dilate and show that I'm

bigger

Than that. But I also have to consider

The fact that opposed to him not

being

The right peeper, I'm a light sleeper

So what does it mean when I reach

maturity

And still see that I'm not the mayor of

my

Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.

At least I have a swing and a few

things

On my mind, it's never a good nighty

night

Just a rise 'n' shine. Why's the rhyme

So important. Why do I have to be so

Potent and blow the mic a flow

without

Chokin' - I don't. I'm arrogant and

outspoken

Mouth no token I'm just a roust about.

I have a house and clout but I don't

come tight

But it's routine since few fiend for true

Hip-Hop. It's a trip when I drop my style

and forget it and forget where I got it

from and how I got 'em sprung

'cause I'm

Stuck on myself and I depend on my

luck

And wealth for health matters so I

don't

Explode with stress I'll serve you an

elf

Platter they'll tell me my shit is fatter

Than the first but I'm a light sleepin'

Rapper in a hearst

I don't wear sarongs in my songs.

I diss

The skirts in verses an I used to

measure

My demeters with clever panometers

but

I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo

with

The hobos. A nocturnal colonel in a

journal

I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour

for Deep sleep when I freak beats I snap

Like a defective contraceptive and my

sleep

Will be light, so you'll know that I'm

tight

[thelaststarfighter]

a few favs....

"saint simon"

After all these implements and text designed by intellects

So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides

And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines

Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I'm trying hard not to pretend

Allow myself no mock defense

Step into the night

Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out

The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives

The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me

I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out

I'm trying hard not to give in

Battened down to fair the wind

Rid my head of this pretense

Allow myself no mock defense

Step into the night...

"split needles"

I've done myself an impossible crime,

Had to paint myself a hole,

And fall inside,

If it's far enough in sight and rhyme,

I get to wear another dress,

And count in time,

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,

Of a giving mind,

A polymorphing opinion here,

And your vague outline,

I'll find myself another burning gate,

A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate,

And this is get what you get for pulling pins,

Out of the hole,

Inside the hole you're in,

It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars,

Of a blind man's bike,

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind,

On the rolling mind,

They want you to decide,

Eventually, it happens,

Some gather on one side,

With all their pearly snapping,

They close the basement door,

It sets our teeth to chatter,

You never saw it before,

But now that hardly matters,

You're old enough, boy,

Too many summers you've enjoyed,

So spin the wheel,

We'll set you up with some odd convictions,

Because you're finally golden, boy

[broneck]

Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set

Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana

C'mon. Lets Do It

Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

Everywhere jeah, jeah

Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah

Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest

Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)

What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)

You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)

Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)

Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)

Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)

And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)

Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz

I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)

They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)

And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)

They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it

I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers

More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!

I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!

We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah!

Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so

Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here

Jeah jeah jeah jeah!

Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)

Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)

I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)

You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)

I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)

You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)

I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye)

I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)

I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around

They DTP's deep throat professionals

My D.I.P.'s we so professional

Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale

We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake

Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay

I'm movin movin movin (jeah)

Y'all losin losin losin (aye)

I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe

I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo

I chill though, pippin in the Range

All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)

Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)

Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)

Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)

Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)

Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket

I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you

Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

i particularly enjoy the brilliant useage of jeah and aye

[angrypork]

I just laughed out loud. Those lyrics are comical and mindless but I still love Dipset.

[youth_culture]

I can't think of my absolute favorite lyrics right now,

but this is the most immediately important song to me.

Je t’aime the valley

Je t’aime the valley OH!!!

I am an orphan de la valley

And I won’t rest until I forget about it

I won’t rest until I don’t care

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

[Lucas]

Domanites everything on this page with heavy tims blaca blaca blao son

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin’ these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect view, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin’ the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin’ swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin’ live on your hottest block

[plongin]

summer wind was always our song - ataris

These break-up songs make sense again

And I really wish they didn't.

Sinatra's singing summer wind

And i'm thinking of the night we met.

Just one last time

Can I hear you say?

You're my little boy

I never want you to go away

Where are you?

Please believe in me.

I'm not hanging up the phone

'til i hear you say,I love you.

I need you near.

Just give me one last chance

and i'll never let you down again.

Oh and what i wouldn't give

Just to kiss your lips again

To hold your hand next to my heart

and wake up with you in our apartment.

Just one last time

Can i call you my sweetheart?

my best friend

Why do all good things come to an end.

[jeepster]

She says theres ants in the carpet

Dirty little monsters

Eating all the morsels

Picking up the rubbish

Give her effervescence

She needs a little sparkle

Good morning tv

Youre looking so healthy

We all say, dont want to be alone

We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same

And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight

End of a century

Oh, its nothing special

Sex on the tv

Everybodys at it

And the mind gets dirty

As you get closer to thirty

He gives her a cuddle

Glowing in a huddle

Good night tv

Youre all made up

And youre looking like me

Can you eat her?

Yes, you can.

Oh, end of a century

Oh, its nothing special

[broneck]

I just laughed out loud. Those lyrics are comical and mindless but I still love Dipset.

i actually never knew what he was saying near the beginning til i read these lyrics and "what shit fuck bitch" just sealed the deal for best lyrics ever

[chantheman]

OutKast - ATLiens

Well it's the M I crooked letter ain't no one better

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails

Oh hell there he go again talkin that shit

Bend corner's like I was a curve I struck a nerve

And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve

I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent

you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried

Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry

So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I

It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen

Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

[Lucas0607]

Not really my favorite as I don't have any favorites, but whenever I hear this song, there's just something about it

Beatles - In My Life

There are places i'll remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends i still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life i've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When i think of love as something new

Though i know i'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know i'll often stop and think about them

In my life i love you more

Though i know i'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know i'll often stop and think about them

In my life i love you more

In my life i love you more

[nettiemoore]

right now this is one of my favorite songs.

bob dylan-dark eyes

oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside,

they're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide.

i live in another world where life and death are memorized,

where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls and all i see are dark eyes.

a cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer,

some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere.

but I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise,

whom nature's beast fears as they come and all i see are dark eyes.

they tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,

they tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, i'm sure it is.

but I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,

all I feel is heat and flame and all i see are dark eyes.

oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel,

hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel.

oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies,

a million faces at my feet but all i see are dark eyes

[tac0tron]

"Mommy, Can I Go Out And Kill Tonight" by the Misfits

Singled out the kids who are mean to me

Get straight A's but they still make fun

I don't give a, I'll laugh last

Stayed in every night

Do my homework so I'll be smart

Girls all say I'm a little fucked

Mommy I'm a good boy

Mommy I'm a fuckin' savior

Mommy I'm alive

Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight

Rip the veins from human necks

Until they're wet with life

Razor-blades love teenage flesh

An epidermoty

I'll bring back a souvenir

For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Killed a girl on lovers' lane

I kept her toes and teeth

Every night I stalk around until I find my keep

I'll bring back a souvenir

For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Killed a girl on lover's lane

I kept her toes and teeth

Every night I stalk around until I find my keep

I'll bring back a souvenir

For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight

Kill tonight, kill tonight

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight

Kill tonight, kill tonight

Mommy

[mr fluffernutter]

Gee, but it’s hard when one lowers one’s guard to the vultures

Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders

Like a peppermint eaten away

(will fight, will I swagger or sway? )

Hee, hee, m’lady, she cries like a baby to scold us

See her tumbling down, tumbling down

[spunkey]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behing you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behing you again

The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

He time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say.

Time-Pink Floyd

Also one of my fav lines

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be.

[Kemosabe]

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web

We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read

And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair

We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell

Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

And it'll go like this, alright

While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.

He says, "Death will give us back to God,

just like the setting sun

is returned to the lonesome ocean."

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea.

(Oh,)It was a wonderful splash.

We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole,

We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul,

And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won

We must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh

We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past

And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love

We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.