Prodigal Son - Lyrics - The Polyfuze Method - Kid Rock

Title: Prodigal Son
Album: The Polyfuze Method
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert James Ritchie, Chris Peters

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Lyric:
'Cuz growin' up, I was never the logical one
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo, I never went back

Filled with spite, staying high as a kite
I was dealin' and stealin' everything in sight
Pool hustling, trying to make that green
I've been ramblin' and gamblin' since the age thirteen

Working like a bitch, like a goddamn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold, don't always glitter
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter

I'm a slave to the trade, I'm paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
'Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free

I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock bitch
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock hoe
And I'm everywhere

Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God, one day she gonna see
That love is not that way

'Cuz she holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back, one day she gonna see
An' come in to my show

Please, God, please, I'll pay any cost
If you just stop the world 'cause I wanna get off
There's too much hardship and too much pain
There's too many motherfuckers tryin' to get in my brain

I've been to your mountains, I've been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fake the Rock
The suckers that step in my way are getting shot

I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step will be put to rest
Ohh, I hold the key to my own success
The suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest

So pass the buddah, the funky tie hooter
Watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime, a dozen M.C.
Never was in a posse, never wanted to be

I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock bitch
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock hoe
And I'm everywhere

Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God, one day she gonna see
That love is not that way

'Cuz she holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back, one day she gonna see
An' come in to my show

Now, I've been walkin' the earth since the beginning of time
And I won't leave till I've received that seventh sign
All this talk they're gonna drop the bomb
But life keeps going on and on and on and on

The world's end don't worry me
And I'm gonna get where I'm going, just hurry me
'Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin'
Everything is slow motion like I'm trippin' on tussin'

Fussin' with the girls, they waste my time
Thrashin' and bashin' going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday
'Cause I ain't really got that much to say

I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because I'm a day tripper

Twitchin-shakin
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead

I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock bitch
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there, I'm Kid Rock hoe
And I'm everywhere

Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God, one day she gonna see
That love is not that way

She holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back, one day she gonna see
An' come in to my show

Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and give my money
Give my money

Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car, with all that drive you crazy

Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and give my money
Yeah, you're fuckin' with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car, with all that drive you crazy

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Pork And Beef - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: Pork And Beef
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Raymond Lawrence Riley

Lyric:
Coup, yeah
It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
Dodging em' one time, check it out

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

Don't trust the police, no justice no peace
They got me face down, in the middle of the street
Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling
Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef
I'm a young, black, heterosexual male
Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sale
That's the real reason that they want me up in jail
They want me to fail, I resist and rebel
See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's
P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T
Cause they wanna see me D-I-E
Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G
Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous vocalist
Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland
Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we holding
Some just don't notice they get demoted
Throw em' all the time music

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

This is for them ladies with them empty plates
For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate
If you ever in your life been awarded to state
On the corner with cake
If they send an undercover and you tip the bag, huh
Next time I see em' with no hesitation
I'm peeling off like stolen registration
And leave a lot of smoke
See I'm that sort of folk
That been pig hunting since my mama's fucking water broke
Cause they the henchmen nah they the lenchmen
Between the rich and puffs of weed known to trench them
Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents
So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense
Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates
A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates
Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout
Police station where the slave catchers lurk out
Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes
We'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder bout
The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty
We need control of the cash and the realty
And get rid of all the motherfucking parasites
More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit
Shaking in they boots when we start to bust
They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free

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Slave To The Parasites - Lyrics - Hypocrisy

Title: Slave To The Parasites
Artist: Hypocrisy
Composer(s): Dan Erland Swanoe, Mikael Johan Hedlund, Lars Szoeke, Peter Alf Taegtgren

Lyric:
A pain worse than anything else
Or maybe I'm dead, both trapped in a cage
Alone in my body now a shell deserted
Or is this the end of my age

Crushed into the bitter end
Is the thing's I cannot avoid
Drowning in a circle of hell
They won't let me exist on my own

Slave to the parasites
I can't get away
They won't leave me be

Slave to the parasites
Here they come again
There is nowhere to hide

Seeing my life crushed
I'm all alone
Digging into my life
Deadly thoughts

The night is fallen
I know they are coming around the bend
They use me as an experiment
Which I don't understand

Crashed into the bitter end
Is the thing's I cannot avoid
Drowning in a circle of hell
They won't let me exist on my own

Slave to the parasites
I can't get away
They won't leave me be

Slave to the parasites
Here they come again
There is nowhere to hide

They won't get me this time
I can hear them coming closer
I'm not afraid to die
But I'd rather die than someone control my mind

Slave to the parasites
I can't get away
They won't leave me be

Slave to the parasites
Here they come again
There is nowhere to hide

Slave to the parasites
I can't get away
They won't leave me be

Slave to the parasites
Here they come again
There is nowhere to hide

Slave to the parasites, parasites
Slave to the parasites
Slave to the parasites

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