Black Messiah - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Black Messiah
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine

Everybody talk about racial equality
'Cos everybody's equal in the good Lord's eyes
But if I told you that God was black, what would you think of that?
I bet you wouldn't believe it

There's a self made prophet living right next to me
He said the Black Messiah's gonna come and set the whole world free
He looked at me with his evil eye and he prophesied
And he really believed it

He said a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire
And he no liar, 'cos he has truly heard the word

Everybody talk about racial equality
But I'm the only honky living on an all black street
They knock me down 'cos they brown and I white
Like you wouldn't believe it

They say a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire
A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world

Everybody talk about racial equality
Everybody talk about equal rights
But white's white, black's black and that's that

Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine

Everybody talk about racial equality
Yeah everybody talk about equal rights
But white's white, black's black, that's that
And that's the way you should leave it

Don't want no Black Messiah to come and set the world on fire
A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world

Everybody got to show a little give and take
Everybody got to live with a little less hate
Everybody gotta work it out, we gotta sort it out

Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine

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Anger In The Nation - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Anger In The Nation
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips, Adofo Abdullah Muhammad

Lyric:
You know nowadays it, seems like there's a lot of
Bad things going on and, I guess a lot of it
From the way I see it, seems to still stem from
Lack of feelings on our parts it's
And how we relate or communicate with our
Fellow brothers and sisters

Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise
Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise

South Africa, what does it mean?
To burst the scene, or conquer like a philistine
War or peace, which one do you prefer?
Pass me my M-16 for the disaster

A reason for the treason in a jet black season
For peace, justice and freedom
For the original man, architect of the motherland
Kings to queens, is the Asiatic black plan

Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light
Way before Adam and eve took flight
Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam
Protest the teachings of another man

Uncle tom stay loyal so they boil
I'm the alchemist with the twist from the true soil
My blood brother Adolpho on the side of me
My vision ain't blurry, so don't even lie to me

The rebirth the revival of our culture survival
To elevate, the black man is vital
You gotta realize now what we're facing
The floors I'm pacing from the anger in the nation

Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise
Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise

Here's the situation from a darker view
Night and day, salt and pepper in the earthly stew
But the salt think it taste better, straight up superior
Therefore, the flavor of the pepper's inferior

Incorrect though, giving some heartburn
Level of a devil better wait your turn
And here is one recollection of imperfection
No one should be judged by complexion

Lie-braries, broken down as lies buried
to force their beliefs to pilgrims all hurried
Television, tell-a-lie-vision
A schism, negative realism

Four hundred and thirty five years 'til weak
Mental deaf dumb and blindness put us to sleep
Out of the dark comes light so the first can't be
So Armageddon comes like a thief in the night

Rednecks flex to my context but in the projects
Some won't survive the next confrontation
And I'm aware of segregation
Pump your black fist for the anger in the nation

Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise
Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise

Some walk slow, 'cause the water's not shallow
Let my people go, you little Pharaoh
Listen how they word it, be observant
Then house Negro, today, civil servant

I want to drop the bomb but remain calm
Strong like the power of the Fruits of Islam
Black is beautiful, hot like fire
Guess how many times they thought they killed the Messiah

Malcolm X, Dr. King, let's sing
All around the world let freedom ring
Reality is real, so how do you feel
From being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field?

Your slavery is lack of identity
One of the things that's not making you a friend of mine
What's your cause, aim, rationale?
'Cause I made up my mind, I never scrape or bow

But teach my own, the sound of black unity
Together we can rise and now's the opportunity
The Tuskegee Experiment, indeed it was big
When they used the black man as a guinea pig

Animalism, pumped on a lower level
But can only be the works of the devil
And I'm telling you now the frustration
The future's facing from the anger in the nation

Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise
Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together and raise

Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together, let's get together
Let's get together, let's get together

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Suicide Messiah - Lyrics - Skullage - Black Label Society

Title: Suicide Messiah
Album: Skullage
Artist: Black Label Society
Composer(s): Zakk Wylde

Lyric:
Crawl through the things that eat your flesh
Drown in my waters that know you best
Step inside, I've been waiting here for you

Underneath where you shall crawl
Flying so high, you'll never fall
Step inside, we've been waiting here for you

Bow down, you chose your maker
Never gives, he's always the taker

Electric burns that fuel the fire
It's just your suicide messiah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Bow down, you chose your maker
Never gives, he's always the taker
Electric burns that fuel the fire
It's just your suicide messiah

Walk through the streets that know your name
All that's pure is now insane
Step inside, I've been waiting here for you

Another trip another lie
Life's hand of doom, you're feeling fine
Step inside, we've been waiting here for you

Bow down, you chose your maker
Never gives, he's always the taker

The electric burns that fuel the fire
It's just your suicide messiah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Bow down, you chose your maker
He never gives, he's always the taker
Electric burns that fuel the fire
It's just your suicide messiah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Bow down, you chose your maker
He never gives, he's always the taker
Bow down, you chose your maker
He never gives, he's always the taker

Electric burns that fuel the fire

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The Martyr - Lyrics - Battalions Of Fear - Blind Guardian

Title: The Martyr
Album: Battalions Of Fear
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Andre Olbrich

Lyric:
He was born in the past time
To take all our pain
The Kingdom of Heaven's near

The children of this time
Must die for His arrive
To let all the legends be true

Prophecy says that the they'll call King of the Jews
He is born now to take all our sins
Three kings were searching for this holy child
Journey begins, He has to die

Healing the cripples and taking our pain
He came for the sinner but what we have said
Disciples are following, they are calling His words
Salt of the earth and light of the world

Martyr, we are following You
Bless us for eternity
Messiah, we are torturing You
When You lose the power of Your words

Jump from the temple and angel will save
Show me that you are the Son of our God
Now take my land with my power you get
Rulin' the world of tomorrow
Now!

Messiah, liar, burning desire
He is the King without a crown
We'll set Him to His throne
Give me 30 p of silver and I'll be your man

Higher, liar, the fallen Messiah
Let us see His agony
The things He done are blasphemy
Mob has lost their joy on toy, so let us kill Him fast

Now drink My blood or the New Testament
This is My body you eat
One of you twelve is the one who betrays
Better that he's never born

Judas, you're the chosen one
The world has damned your name

Begin with a kiss, at a cross it will end
The Kingdom of Heaven, we've passed
The sky will turn black and the curtain will fall
The Father's crying for His Son

The tortured Messiah is finding the way
The journey has come to the end
The twelve ones are preaching the words He'd left
They're changing the way of the world, die for

Martyr, we are following You
Bless us for eternity
Messiah, we are torturing You
When You lose the power of Your words

Martyr, we are following You
Bless us for eternity

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Chi-City - Lyrics - Be - Common

Title: Chi-City
Album: Be
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Eddie Cornelius, Willie G. Hale, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, R. L. Altman Iii, Titus Glover, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross me
Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me
I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap
It ain't ninety-fo', yo, we can't go back

The game need a makeover
My man retired, I'ma takeover
Tell these halftime niggaz, "Break's over"
I'm raw, hustlas get your baking soda

Too many rape the culture
Leave rappers with careers and they faith over
It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier
In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra-Magnetic
To the fact the messiah is black

I'll turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that
I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack
And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap

Inspired by black Muslims and Christians
Pushin' cutlasses, dope and other traditions
In the conditions of the city, the city
The city, the city, the city, the city, come on

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

A black figure in the middle of chaos and gunfire
So many raps about rims, surprised niggaz ain't become tires
On the street you turn cold and then go screech
I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em" like I do to police

The beast is runnin' rampant
I'm in between sheets tryin' to have sex that's tantric
For the ghetto, tryin' to make a get-up stand-up anthem
You spit hot garbage, son of Sanford
What you rappin' for, to get fame or get rich?

I slap a nigga like you, and tell him, "Rick James bitch"
With your Hollywood stories on porches
We polly hood stories about who became rich
And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch

You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch
I'm forever puttin' words together
Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons
The name Com' has never been involved wit' run

Unless its DMC, or runnin' these broads to bein' free
I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary
Hopin' God's inside you, God is Halle Barry
They ask me where hip-hop is goin', it's Chicagoan

Poetry's in motion like a picture now showin'
It's the city, the city y'all, the city
Uh, the city y'all, come on

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)
And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
(We don't stop, naw, we don't quit)

And ya say Chi-City
Common Sense, from the city of wind

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Ghetto Vampire - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: Ghetto Vampire
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Derek K Barbosa, David Axelrod, Robert Stevens

Lyric:
I don't know, I just think that's hell exploitive
You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering
Icons in the urban community, I don't know
It's like you sucking 'em dry, what are you, some kind of a vampire
Or something? Yeah, yeah, that's what you are, what? Ahh, what?
A ghetto vampire, that's it

So, where'd all this come from? Think back
Try to remember, think back, try to remember
I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor
Lavishly spreading love that's all I remember

As time passes, I catches miracles He taught me
Everything except for some old man and breathe the breath of life
I tried, to just accept, He's my savior
But jealousy forced me into sacrilegious behavior

Enraged like I was no threat, I hated God's laughter
Waiting for the day the apprentice becomes the master
I'm cursed and damned, now to be a creature of the night
Un-living yet living off blood, fearer of the light

But I don't give a fuck, right, because I live forever
I see you all come and go and die and burn
And watch the world still turn, evil entity, time is resenting me
Thousands of years later, I must conceal my identity
A vampire

New heights, where it's so dark you need candlelights
To expose the black plague my left hand writes
Nights enveloping and developing pictures in your brain
Like a darkroom, in every monestary, where I spark boom

A cartoon style smile smirk, how's my emotionless killer clown
Synapse behaps relax the bastard black balloon
Nocturnal, high off the herbal, crowding back streets and projects
Illest nigga, coolest slang dialects
(Dialects)

Bite marks are what you feel if you're my victim
Poisons golden seal couldn't heal from your system
(From your system)
Nuts bust down the throats of mad crack heads
Fetal four-eye pleas, fuck it cops kill black kids

Sometimes, I wish I could stop the death the pain and the sin
But I'm fucked up create the libations that humans contain within
(Nasty)
After lightning strikes the steeple of your family church
I beg forgiveness from God but it never works

I know my soul ain't going to Heaven when I expire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
I slit your throat and watch you shake if I desire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Bear witness to the sins of wicked messiah
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
Who can I speak to? God is dead and the whole earth's on fire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Running from the sun by day it's become quite obvious
To the people surrounding me, I'm the wildest
Un-tamable, blood luster plus the high school yearbook photos
That I took in eighty-nine, show no sign of a face of mine
Intertwined my mind is a jungle full of cobwebs and tangled vines

And a glass mace even my closest friends are becoming afraid
Of how I, predicting what's happening and events
Prom dates found they're punctured, blood left pleading then lynched
That's just how I fucking express myself
When I consume your blood and leave you dead
Sorry, it's just to keep my health

Dark forces, police get nauseous from my trail of corpses
No stake through my heart, no Holy water and no priest with crosses
A woman's mind gets clouded by my handsome mannerisms
Listen obsessions bigger than Jackie Gleason's aneurysms

You caught up when my piercing eyes stare right through you
Stronger than the straightest greatest ancient Haitian voodoo
My unholy presence disturbs animals and children
Built a sacrificial altar behind an abandoned building

My sense of smell is heightened my sight is razor sharp
Serene that's Thorazine when I remove your beating heart
And then the blood starts, flowing
Now, I got your soul without you even knowing
Lying in a staircase covered in piss, body decomposing

I turn on sirens and I perpetuate gang violence
I'm the Devil that got Malcolm X sleeping in silence
Factual I poison anything that's natural
I kill love and I'm hope frozen up just like it's a statue

Vampires walk among us sucking life from our city
Keeping us in constant states of insecurity
The police watch 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire
The government check 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire

Churches and ministries, they know me, ghetto vampire
Niggaz slangin' that shit, they know me, ghetto vampire
Money hungry bitches, they know me, ghetto vampire
The whole school system, fucking ghetto vampires
The fucking media, they know me, ghetto vampires

Now, who's the vampire?

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Can'T Front On Me - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Can'T Front On Me
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Peter Phillips, Galt Macdermot

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, yes, psychedelic
Uh, come on, this is what I like
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers can't understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you like this

Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin'
Lower than the Mole Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my city

Rise to the supernova, Swami like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high pick flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed

Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

Yo, you can't front
It's like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to talk
You can't front
I'm tellin' you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon

Many consumed what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, collosal

Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station
Anvils that fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass abundance

To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't front on me

Don't you dare front
Don't you dare front
Not on me
'Cuz I'm the man
C.L.'s the rhymer
Right on time
Right on, my brother
Come on, kick another verse for me

You desire the messiah for the entire empire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric

The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with your index finger
Shock another flock when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect those incorrect
And reflect the black power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam

And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need
So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

You can't front, boy
'Cuz we're the skilled fools
We'z are the funk
The hardcore funk
We ain't no joke
Comin' out to note
Ah, yeah, with the funk track
Sing it, P.

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Higher - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Higher
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Anthony D Wheaton, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Yo, I wanna get high
I wanna get high

Walking through campus with my backpack
Bailin' to orientation
So I can change the nation
See many faces but none of 'em mirror me

Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think she's God
Passing me a flyer talkin' 'bout the Messiah

She wanna take me higher
Keep your rhetoric in the heavens
Look and see a bro' with a fro like Michael Evans

Done spent 6 years in the college
Always telling me to question the knowledge
Sittin' in the black hole with the black stroll
And not even one cave bitch in our click

Sayin', "Fuck Professor Fitz
I come from the land of the Bloods and the Crips
(What's up nigga?)
Don't like scholarships because they hurt me"

"Nothin' but a slave to the university
That's why ya see me on the track field run by ya
Caught by a liar who wanna take me higher"

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

I wanna take flight ya Goddamn right
It's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks look, black Greeks

How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me bein' from niggafied nigga
White boy in the room with me
Who never saw Bet

What the fuck, he's about to erupt and turn red
Start hangin' with the muthafuckin' skinheads
'Cause he can't deal with the overkill

College ain't nothin' but nigger ville
And he regret that his school is filled
With niggers, Jews and wetbacks
Plus chinks, now he drinks

Hour after hour screaming white power
Motherfucker want me to call him sire
He wanna take me higher

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Shit, wait until they get a load of me
Shit, shit, shit

A girl gets date raped just like that
At a frat, now she chase the cat
Feminist saying women is God's gift
Do you need a lift? Can I take a sniff?

Do I sound sexist 'cause I'm chasin'
After Deja, she from Texas?
Down to kick the asses of the fascists
Who wanna put me in the oven and burn me to ashes

But I'm not burnin', the world keeps turnin'
And nobody learnin' 'cause college is full of shit
Teachin' me to memorize nothin' but the lies
Chillin' at a rally for peace

The beast from white power up in the tower
With the M-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin' he's the great white hope

Motherfucker levels off
He wanna see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
'Cause Columbus University is nothing but a empire
Who wanna take me higher

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate Thai

Shit, they wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me
Shit, they wanna take me higher
They wanna take me higher

Uhh damn, they wanna take me higher
Damn, wait until they get a load of me
Damn uhh, they wanna take me they wanna take me
Them muthafuckas'll never break me shit

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Messiah - Lyrics - Blood Music - Dead Celebrity Status

Title: Messiah
Album: Blood Music
Artist: Dead Celebrity Status
Composer(s): Craig Hunter, Jeff Dalziel, Yassen Taalat, Gerald Eaton, Jason Levine, James Mccollum, Brian West, Bobby Mcintosh

Lyric:
Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I'm the Messiah, I'm anti-celebrity
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies
Dead Celebs are movin', you're the students
It's time to change the world, kids, here's the blueprint

Somethin' 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'
Like Kurt Cobain's ghost came back an' wrote these lyrics
An' forced America to listen
With a million angry Misfits screamin', "Fuck The System?

I'm the pain in Axle Rose's diary
That's why an 'Appetite For Destruction' lives inside of me
I'm not your typical lyricist
Strippin' naked an' sellin' on appearances

This is for those who came to tackle giants
This is the anthem, 'David versus Goliath'
I'm so sick of bein' caught up in your sideshow
I'm the anti-American Teen Idol

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I spread peace through a pen like Bob Dylan
An' crash the set of Popstars while it's filmin'
Expose foes for lies an' propaganda
Like dirty cops swingin' batons on camera

Let's march up these steps an' face the fire
Scratch a match an' burn this empire down
So let the games begin
You either turn with the world or you watch it spin

An' if your dreams were stolen by a liar
Then steal it back with your name as Winona Ryder
Don't be afraid, be stronger divide an' conquer
Come out swingin' like Ozzfest concerts

Time's up, I'm callin' you to rise up
No more walkin' blind with your eyes shut
Find the message hidden in these chapters
Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

I wait for this like it's a violent game
A cross between Grand Theft Auto an' Max Payne
I'm the magic in the hands of David Blaine
Turnin' back time to the days when [Incomprehensible]

Along came a spider spinning webs of hatred
Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where stars are born an' celebrities tell lies
The revolution will now be televised

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Move out the way when I'm passin' through
I got heads to the front an' the back of you
I got the world in my hands, you can have it too
I got two middle fingers an' they're pointin' at you

Yo, what did you think?
It's Dead Celeb, [Incomprehensible]
Dead Celeb

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Masses For The New Messiah - Lyrics - Dimmu Borgir

Title: Masses For The New Messiah
Artist: Dimmu Borgir
Composer(s): Stian Tomt Thoresen

Lyric:
In massing darkness we stand united
Raging above inferior sheeps
A convoy of souls swept into the night
Hearts strengthened with black fire passion

In us is fulfilled the prophecy of Satan
Evolution of the inner shrine
In us is maintained the revelation of Satan
Innocence brought to an end

In honor of thy unearthly creation
We bring forth thy divine form
Vanity throughout, any conceptions
Blazed and bound for the days are coming

Infernal madness, unholy ascendance
Christian death abound in mourning perversion
Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces
They'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare
In everlasting nightmare

In honor of thy unearthly creation
We bring forth thy divine form
Vanity throughout, any conceptions
Blazed and bound for the days are coming

Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose
Wrapped, penetrating skin
Listen to the music of their agony
Eyes made of glass, mirrors within

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Mister Man - Lyrics - Colour By Numbers - Culture Club

Title: Mister Man
Album: Colour By Numbers
Artist: Culture Club
Composer(s): Michael Craig, John Moss, Roy Hay, George O'Dowd

Lyric:
On the street they're preaching violence
Mister Man, it's in your head
On the street the midnight cowboy
Needs no gun to shoot you dead

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm just a man like you?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

On the street the lights are fighting
Searching for someone like you
Better find a good Messiah
To help the sad and lonely through

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm much more black than blue?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man
Mister Man
Mister Man

On the street they're preaching violence
Mister Man, it's in your head
On the street the midnight cowboy
Needs no gun to shoot you dead

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm just a man like you?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man

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Talkin' To One Of The Boys - Lyrics - Nazareth

Title: Talkin' To One Of The Boys
Artist: Nazareth
Composer(s): Alistair Cleminson, Peter Agnew, Dan Mccafferty

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Lyric:
Everyone says connection is easy
I look at my score, experience none
Tossed a coin when I was seventeen
I got the ice, you got the cream

All that you do is stranger than fiction
All that you see defies all description
And you worry about your lack of existence
Then by all means go crazy

Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys

One of the boys told me what was
Going on last night
One of the boys said if I tried it
Everything would be alright, alright, alright

I talked to Doctor Scromaxy, mail order Messiah
His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean
A mass consultation, a blind congregation
His chapter, his verse, and his profit obscene

Correspondence, the back of a sin rag
If this is deliverance, life is a drag
Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy
You got it right, go crazy

Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys

One of the boys told me what was
Going on last night
One of the boys said if I tried it
Everything would be alright
Or maybe you'll go crazy, you'll go crazy

Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Talkin' to one of the boys

It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
It's makin' a lot of noise
Talkin' to one of the boys
Eh hey, alright, alright

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Broken Circles - Lyrics - Levellers

Title: Broken Circles
Artist: Levellers
Composer(s): Jonathan Sevink, Charles Kenton Heather, Mark Chadwick, Jeremy James Cunningham, Simon Friend

Lyric:
Fired forty rounds in the center of town
He thought to bring the world around
Sleepless nights with God and Christ
The New Messiah

Burn the world to change the days
Can be done in better ways
But to make news and front page
You've got to aim higher

They didn't build Jerusalem
They didn't find the land
For reasons of security
They couldn't find the plans

And we're left standing, watching from below
No new songs, no new heroes
Standing on the sidelines watching the flow
Waiting for the day the circle's broken

Took the mic to save day
The rock star's going to have his say
Interpret things in any way as if it matters
'Cause nothing's black and nothing's white
Nothing appears to be quite right
It'll be this way until the day, the circle's shattered

I hear an old song yesterday about a better world
You know the story well, they're all the same
The boy gets the girl

And we're left standing watching from below
No new songs, no new heroes
Standing on the sidelines watching the flow
Waiting for the day the circle's broken

From the tips of your fingers, the rest is numb
You begin to feel the warmth of the sun
It's taking away been taking away
All you once knew

Taking it back takes all you've got
No time to sit and watch it rot
Believe it's yours and not the lies
Or all hell to you

They didn't build Jerusalem
They didn't find the land
For reasons of security
They couldn't find the plans

And we're left standing, watching from below
No new songs and no new heroes
Standing on the sidelines watching the flow
Waiting for the day the circle's broken

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Never Gonna Be The Same - Lyrics - America's Sweetheart - Courtney Love

Title: Never Gonna Be The Same
Album: America's Sweetheart
Artist: Courtney Love
Composer(s): Jerry Best, Courtney Love, Linda Perry, Patty Schemel

Lyric:
Cut me up today
I should've stood in your way
He lied
And everyone's a dream
Nothing came between
I died

Give me a way
I will not bleed for you
God comes down
Never gonna be the same
Never gonna be the same
Never gonna be the same

And if you wanted water
And if you wanted food
And if you want shelter
I cannot come over to you

And if you want love now
Or a needle and a spoon
You gotta show a little faith in me
Now baby I can't come over to you

It's never gonna be the same
Never gonna be the same
God come on down

And if you want out
Sittin' by the bay
Well the sun went down tomorrow
It will not come up today

And if you want love now
And wrapped in your arms so cruel
If their's a God it's me
Now baby I can not come over to you

Never gonna be the same
Just put me in your way
She lied

You gotta show a little faith
Your old [Incomprehensible] cross you made
What goes up, it must come down and down
And down and down, cry

And if I wanted fame now
Or the glory of the womb
And if I want my name
Emblazoned in all the light in you

And if I wanted Christ
Or a Messiah by my side
I can't believe in anything
I know that Mary lied

Sucked you up today
Could've got away
Oh Mary lied

Do you know?
Can you feel it?
Do you feel me?
Yeah

And if you wanted madness
And if you want what's pure
Well you gotta come over to me baby
My life doesn't reach to you

And if you want love now
So unconditional and real
You gotta ride that black horse baby
Through the depths of hell that I've been
Follow me away, yeah [Incomprehensible]

I will be the same
Strongest one to name
Through the valley of life
I'm gonna be the same
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Ahh, goodnight, oh, you'll never be the same

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Crimson King - Lyrics - Touched by the Crimson King - Demons &Amp; Wizards

Title: Crimson King
Album: Touched by the Crimson King
Artist: Demons &Amp; Wizards
Composer(s): Hans Juergen Kuersch, Jon Schaffer

Lyric:
Show me your banner
Come show me your sign
The crimson king's eye
Is the mark to reveal you are mine

I am your master
I will make your dreams come true
I'm your messiah
A twisted one as you may know

My right hands, my servants
My soldiers, my tools
Spread out the good news
Find my children and gather them all

We'll take all low men
All the hatred, evil souls
We share one desire
A wicked one as you may know

Touched by the crimson king
Touched by the savior
The tower falls on judgment day

Touched by the crimson king
Touched by the savior
Like it's been written many years ago

I am the angel, I am madness
I am the word, I am the law
I'm holding truth release your sadness
I am the key, I am the door

Release
Oh, there is war and evil, whores and sinners
Take my hand and I'll show you where to go

Call me Flagg
I'm the good man, I'm the dark man
Take my hand and I'll show you where to go

Release
Come take my hand to the promised land

Redeemer, deceiver
The demon, the man in black

The universe is void, just you and I
Let there be light
The stars will rise and fall again

Climbing to the top, an empty room
Is all there is, oh, I fear it is
Prophecies were made of you and I
The vision's strong
But meanwhile I keep on falling

Oh, what a miracle is life
An even bigger one is size
It's just the way it is
I fear it is, it's just the way it is

Life's a wheel, nothing more
It goes round and around and a
I am the ageless, I am legion
I'm your lord, I will bring terror
I'm a demon in disguise

The thrill of a thousand
Worlds dying at once
But my ultimate goal
Lies beyond the downfall

Touched by the crimson king
Touched by the savior
The tower falls on judgment day

Touched by the crimson king
Touched by the savior
Like it's been written many years ago

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X.T.C. Riders - Lyrics - W.A.S.P.

Title: X.T.C. Riders
Artist: W.A.S.P.
Composer(s): Steve Duren

Lyric:
You'll be so far out of control
You'll be out of your mind
You'll feel nothing, it's taking a hold of you
Won't ya leave all your pain behind

X.T.C riders, riders out of control
Get higher, higher
X.T.C riders, riders ain't never going home
Oh, just let it ride

You'll feel my X is taking control
You'll be numb and blind
Come kneel and pray for me, for a little while
To the neon God that's in your mind

X.T.C riders, riders out of control
Get higher, higher
X.T.C riders, riders ain't never going home
Oh, just let it ride

I'm your Messiah dresses all in black
Are you the chosen one?
I'll get you higher, no turning back
My neon son

Riding the X.T.C
Riding the X.T.C

X.T.C riders, riders out of control
Get higher, higher
X.T.C riders, riders ain't never going home
Oh, just let it ride

Riders, riders out of control
Get higher, higher
X.T.C riders, riders ain't never going home
Oh, just let it ride

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Show &Amp; Prove - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Show &Amp; Prove
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Shyheim Dionel Franklin, Todd Eric Gaither, Antonio M Hardy, Johnny Lamar Jackson, Russell Jones, Chris E Martin, D Smith, Ricky M L Walters

Lyric:
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield

So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle

Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin' Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke

I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it

I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast

Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record

I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin' foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba

More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

Now tell me whoooo is the man?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get down on it and give it to rappers
That even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit

Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with with speech impediment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable, non-competible
No no I'm not sayin' I'm the best
I'm just sayin I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

Uh, one checkin' it two, checkin' it three
Check out the J, check out the A
Check out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me

I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga

I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin' me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the sound
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit

Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head

Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says "Go ask you goddamned father!"
It's all about me in the place to be

Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo sounds fly right danger

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N-Noreaga - Invincible - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Invincible
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Jimmie L. Cameron, Victor Santiago, Vella Cameron, Chris E. Er Martin, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
(CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
For all the niggas who keep askin'
When CNN gonna do a joint with Premier

Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin'
Go cop the fuckin' album, The Reunion
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
But right now, CNN and Premier, nigga, do it like this, nigga

Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died
And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just died

My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin' head and I roam
CNN, we like the Grand Royal
I write rhymes with the Coke oil

Yo, Apollo heat, see me, sell [unverified] right with [unverified] creep
Got out the club, seen the police, [unverified] deep
I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know

Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in D and D, stayin' with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Premo, what up man?
Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rottweilers
Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge

I'm a lie for my thug, take it in blood
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the bridge, with the 50 dollar

Panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight

We movin' at a fast rate, my last case I got bail
My first one, man did indicted
How I write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me

Staggerin', bang like the wild Aficans
Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things

Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque
Another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where I lace you at
I put all type a holes in ya face you black

Yo, yo, who think I don't got it?
I'm like workin' with a bird, I got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'

Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to X, oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

The invincible, untouchable, CNN
The invincible, untouchable, CNN

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