Attack In The Aftermath - Lyrics - The Peel Sessions - Bolt Thrower

Title: Attack In The Aftermath
Album: The Peel Sessions
Artist: Bolt Thrower
Composer(s): Martin Kearns, Baz Thomson, Alan West, Karl Willets, Jo Bench, Gavin Ward

Lyric:
All is lost, survival is all that remains
Dying at will, there is no pain
Memories of hate run deep in my mind
Body's numb, no feelings toward mankind

Ruins fall, the war zone lies in decay
Wounded crawl, dying, lying they pray
Fallen dead row on row line the path
Streams of blood run thick in the aftermath

Fighting for life, defending yourself from the knights
The strong shall survive, the weak shall fall to their plight
Fight to the death or surrender to their wrath
Attacking in might, attack in the aftermath

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Elimination Process - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Elimination Process
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): David Collins, D. Purkiss, Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton

Lyric:
Ghettos are becomin' lost
Shorties is outta they minds
If not for the courage of a chosen few
They stay dumb deaf and blind

Yo, caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is vacant
Losses are taken, mind states are shaken
Until our forces awaken

Caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is vacant
Losses are taken, mind states are shaken
Till our forces awaken

General Grym, what's the pressure principle
Attack the enemies at every interval
And keep our casualties at a minimal
Camouflaged down now I launch my offensive

To arm leg-a leg the defenseless
'Cause criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is

Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all this shit

Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin' frequencies
Speakin' about operatin' frequently
With keys from Colombians and Dominicans
You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians

Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights
Attackin' each other then carjackin' at stop lights
Fuck all you cold blooded race killers
That's proud to be blood spiller of ebony pillars

Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed
Foes better check they approach me the first G
R-Y-M, you know the name

I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein
Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft
It's time to start knockin' you fake niggas off
What

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Feeler of the grace as your body tone get laced
You and I must verse to coincide our universe
Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks
No handout, I chop your fuckin' hand off from the wrist

I detect the vibes weak brothers try to hide
Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide
I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us
Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus

The all natural cosmetic, supernatural genetic
My genes, by all means, they back pass synthetics
Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes
Sexist directors, cross dress infectors

Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked
The devil's technician, the division
And smash into grains of sand
From the hourglass

And you have been warned mental gun shooter
Celestial soldier from the future
The tribe of Judah twelve tribe saluter
Marchin' with an army of extra terrestrial beings

Descended from celestial peons been fightin' the holy war for eons
Wise words that guided missiles, Ya cub's blade of steel
Gods use mental pistols and Ezekiel's wheel
The apocalypse, convertin' this metropolis

To an acropolis, twelve Armageddon necropolis
No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin' for 'em
A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads
It's your last supper, feast on this unleavened bread

I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser
Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake
Unseen rancid ya faced traitors face elimination
And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath

I laughed and blast have mad people's units
Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my blueprints
Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth
Yappin' force action they gat clappin' guns and beer

Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up
To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hell up
I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop
These bitch teen seated up black devil vessiles

I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre
Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over
With this elimination process
You pathetic brainwashed niggas don't test the niggas

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becomin' lost
(Caught in the process of elimination until your fortress is vacant)
Shorties is outta they minds if not for the courage of a chosen few
(Losses are taken, mind states are shaken)
They stay dumb deaf and blind
(Till our forces awaken)

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God Bless The Dead - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: God Bless The Dead
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Shakur Tupac

Lyric:
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead

God bless the dead and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first tell him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew

Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no pity"
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead, that's right

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow

Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my year book all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears

Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice

Fuck the police and all the courts same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free
We be shocked as hell

In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead, that's right

God bless the dead
God bless the dead

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin' Gz, this one is for you
Yo stretch, biggie

Yo big this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis crew, thug life, Y G'z
Sendin' they respect, you know I mean?
You my nigga for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sleep
Dear God save my place before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?

You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton
Niggas terrified of comin' from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin', so I'm flowin' goin' crazy

Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauze in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack big
Now ya 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the Mack did

Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The Teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

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Chaos - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Chaos
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Melvin Lewis

Lyric:
Yo yo yo, now ain't nobody fuckin' wit' the mastermind
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human

I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris
When it comes to rappin', I'll smash your ass
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon

I'll smack you wit' a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin' at your catscan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans

I'm like a madman fightin' a war
Throwin' lightning rods, swingin' lightning swords
Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin' to mourn, nothin' to do a autopsy on

I rock till I can't rock no more
Till I can't get no mothafuckin' props no more
Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour
Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more

I'm a dragon wit' the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin'
Claws rip through walls of cast iron
I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin'
I clap iron like Duke Nukeum

Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped
Flatter than a compact disc wit' black Timbs
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim
Flatter than the knife j**** stabbed un wit'

If you the first nigga that laugh, I'll blow you in half
The first nigga to talk trash, I'ma blow you in half
The first nigga to show your ass, I'll blow you in half
The first time'll be your last, 'cuz I'ma blow you in half

Yo check it, I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not
Magnetically energy poppin' gates of radio waves
Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape

Manipulatin' space in large proportions
Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin'
About shit like supernatural forces
Gnomes and theories and superstring theories

Most of you mothafuckers barely
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly
When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell
Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt

I researched my roots, lookin' for proof
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths
The aftermath of a nuclear blast
When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph

I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass
Reach your Epitah and bury your ass
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly
I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on Karaoke

If you the first nigga that laugh, I'll blow you in half
The first nigga to talk trash, I'ma blow you in half
The first nigga to show your ass, I'll blow you in half
The first time'll be your last, 'cuz I'ma blow you in half

If you the first nigga that laugh, I'll blow you in half
The first nigga to talk trash, I'ma blow you in half
The first nigga to show your ass, I'll blow you in half
The first time'll be your last, 'cuz I'ma blow you in half

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L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon) - Lyrics - The Aftermath - Dr. Dre

Title: L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)
Album: The Aftermath
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Stuart Bullard, Keith Thomas

Lyric:
It's like, it's like this
Word up, knowhutI'msayin'?
One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin'?
Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn
The whole borough's thorough
You know the time, y'knowI'msayin'?

Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin' it down
It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you y'knowI'msayin'?
(L.A.W. this might trouble you)
This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin'?
Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this

As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long
Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song

Been in the game since what? That shit is past tense
Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
With that ill shit, I came to kill shit
I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit

But in this era of mayhem
I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
The verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin' wit' it

A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
I shine my verbal styles and got niggas
Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers
An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party
I'm slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic
Blast em back, okay let's get it started
Original rap styles comin' from my shooter
Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter

People gather round, check my flow
Listen too, look take a peek
Time for thought then you know
(What they know?)
I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill

You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl
Too many claim unnamed for fame
Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
I take a raptor's rough 'cause I'lla date the semen

Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
That's another level of attack, bring your bats
My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
I slice the rapper like a surgeon

If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me
'Cause I'm the chemical enemical
Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Feelin' the metronome click, my microphone's on
It's time to kiss Sharief to perform
Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted
In the centre of fight square

I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin' with crimes
I'm natural as loaded dice, understand
Where no man survives, L.A.W. can
Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers

I'm from the days when B-boys
Were straight earthin' niggas
Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade
Rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
You better 'cause your dome piece blown

Release chrome beats
Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
Like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin'
Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows

Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so
Sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo
Swingin' my prison rhymes, fuckin' mics like a nympho

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

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Eve Of Destruction - Lyrics - Eve

Title: Eve Of Destruction
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Bill Williams Jr., Eve Jeffers, Melvin Bradford, Leon Haywood, Marshall Mcqueen

Lyric:
Eve of destruction rocks the nation
Eve of destruction rocks the nation

You niggaz capitalize on lies, surprise open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel' hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre now, ain't comin' back 'cuz I'm stuck

Had enough of all the bullshit of sellin' me dreams
Had enough of fake cats tryin' to shine off these schemes
But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath
You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass

You talk the most shit, how you politickin' moves an'
I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin'
Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin'
'Cause we ain't got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin'

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

I wonder who, which one a dem a carry news
An' a gwan like set, they wan dis-dis ya crew
But the lie, other emcees dem ready die
When we grab the microphone and praise his like Selassie

Me say me walk like walk like a champion, talk like a champion
Emcees try fi test but dem no ready fi di outcome
Guard your windows, close your doors
Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws

Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the laws
You wit that? Now light a spliff for the hip-hop cause
Lemme hit that, smell the fear, you made me attack
You caused your own extermination not knowing how to act

I thought I warned you not to make me mad you just wouldn't listen
Now you hidin' and duckin', prolongin' your hip-hop lynchin'
Talkin' shit got in too deep and huh caught you niggaz sleepin' huh?
Feelin' real fucked up 'cuz you couldn't catch me creepin' huh?

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

You little bustas make me sick wit the dumb shit
Spreadin' rumors like bitches
Can't turn my back on none a y'all, probably wind up in stitches
Jealous itches y'all can't scratch, irritate your existence

Tryin' to cheat your way in this race, knowin you can't go the distance
Runnin' up against the thoroughbred outlastin' you all
No matter, how long you train gon' set your self up to fall
'Cause I got stamina, I go as long as you need

Coulda seen a million bitches rhyme but you'll remember me
I be the new choice of the rap generation
You know my name nigga, basically you my creation
Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

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