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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Blot - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Blot
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
Welcome stranger, listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again
Carve up-sell off
Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse
It's inherited it's recurring
Oh God

I have walked, I have swum, I've hitchhiked and I've run
Do you know what I mean
I have sat with my beer in the EH Drive-In
Do you know what I've seen?

The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear
And hip and phone, they're worshiping their chrome
Carve up, sell off
Some people speak with chainsaw tongue
Some just golden arches smile
Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide

I have dreamed, I have schemed, I have made myself clean
Do you know what I mean?
I have sat up and I have strayed got caught up and I prayed
Do you know what I've seen?

The story's just the same but the ending it can change
He wants to build a monument it's everlasting in cement
It's cellular recombinant, he is not lite, he will not die
Carve up-sell off

Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available from species
With all the goat and all the sheep
And all the human bits and pieces
But he'll make you sign the releases, 'Welcome'

In the year of the reign of the real citizen
Kane Wilkommen, the squeeze is on
It's a falling down on thou and I

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Potholes In My Lawn - Lyrics - 3 Feet High And Rising - De La Soul

Title: Potholes In My Lawn
Album: 3 Feet High And Rising
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Thomas Allen, Vincent Mason, Howard Scott, David Jolicoeur, Leroy Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Levitin, Gerald Goldstein, Harold Brown, Morris Dickerson, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again
Get the daisies for the

Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn

Everybody's sayin', what to do
When suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'
They don't know that the soul don't go for that potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet which I concentrated so hard on
See I don't ask for maximum security but my dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'Mot' but now it's gone,
There's no suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee

Potholes in my lawn

I've found that it's not wise to leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes has now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer see
After seeing that everyone's sayin' what to do when suckers are preyin'
Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets of evil-doers through the big hole

To get to evil-doers who dig holes which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces to give clues or better yet call 911
And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason for concern of the Soul
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee

Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Now you got the message
What to do when you die the death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'
It's a shame that you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame that I wrote in my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on
See I don't ask for a barbed wire fence B

My dwellin' is swellin', it nipped my bud
When I happened to fall into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'Mot' but now it's gone there's no
Suckers knew that I hate to recognize
That every time I'm writin' it's gone

Potholes in my lawn

Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Honeymoon Croon - Lyrics - Burning From The Inside - Bauhaus

Title: Honeymoon Croon
Album: Burning From The Inside
Artist: Bauhaus
Composer(s): Ash Murphy Jay Haskin

Lyric:
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
Say whose on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle

Marylin's on
Send her by air mail, paravion
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed

Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my socks tonight, tonight

The stranger arrives, the gun still warm
20 years to old used to form
Turns out to be an old trick
From her senior service, senior service

She insists on tying down
After the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland

He asked to see her hidden side
She, the color of his money, color of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight, sew my sock tonight
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?"
I say, "Honeymoon"

Marylin's fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk is in a state
The sound of footsteps, mummy's here
I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear

Better fix her drink tonight
Bed time comes
Must blot out this use my gun
Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?'
I say, "Honeymoon"

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Another Way - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Another Way
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
I killed myself today
I wish I could explain
I tried to find another way to tell you how I feel it
I tried to find another way to make you proud of me

I'm numb from kneeling
This cut's too deep for healing
Revealing, there's something amiss
Something you missed

Transfer the shame
You will never be the same
I will not accept the blame
'Cause I am what you made me

It's over now
What I've seen makes me
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
Pray for things I know
(You gave me life but this life is mine)

To change me, make me a whole
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
My life's so full of shit
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
In death is where I fit

I killed myself today
I wish I could remain
I tried to find another way to let myself go free
There seems to be no other way to make things right in me

I can't awaken, my life has been forsaken
I've taken the easy way out, the only way out
Empty my wrist, we could never co-exist
I will not let this persist 'cause I am what you made me

It's over now
What I've seen makes me
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
Pray for things I know
(You gave me life but this life is mine)

To change me, make me a whole
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
My life's so full of shit
(You gave me life but this life is mine)
Death is where I fit

You gotta see, you gotta try
Who's gonna change the world when I die
I said, you gotta see, you gotta try
Who's gonna change the world when I die

I said, you gotta see, you gotta try
Who's gonna change the world when I die
I said, you gotta see, you gotta try
Who's gonna change the world when I go

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] make me whole
Well now you lost your son and lost control
Tell me now, how you feel
You can fucking live your life
But you can't live mine

Pray for things I know
To change me, make me a whole
My life's so full of shit
Death is where I fit

You can fucking live your life but not mine
You can fucking live your life but not mine
You can fucking live your life but not mine
You can fucking live your life but not mine

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sometimes It Happens Like This - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Sometimes It Happens Like This
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
Since I was a kid I've had a black cloud follow me
I need to clear my head before the ground starts to swallow me
Killed your companions then complained of loneliness
Well, sometimes it happens like this

Since I was a kid I've had a black cloud follow me
I need to clear my head before the ground starts to swallow me
Killed your companions then complained of loneliness
Well, sometimes it happens like this

Try to concede, you want what I don't need
You fled with summer's speed, most likely to succeed
You never played the lead, but starred in many downplays
Malaise infects my airways, affrays echo for days

Accumulating slow like snowfall, forestall to walk and just crawl
Enthralled to the beck and call
You ride the rails, tied my body to the track
Watched the trains run me over, never ever looking back

Staring at you teary eyed
How could he never know?
Always being pushed aside
How could he never see?
Images of patricide
That's how I always knew
Something is wrong with the way that I feel
With the way that I feel inside me

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

Nothing you say can heal these bruises I conceal
Apologies are like a virus and can't change the way I feel
Should I reconcile so you can smile, rebuild our rapport
So you can bait the lure for yet another whore

Stepmother, steps away from being a mother
Already got one and I love her, why the fuck I need another?
Or a father, who never bothered, why bother to exist?
Watch your sun eclipse, I wipe your name from my lips

Staring at you teary eyed
How could he never know?
Always being pushed aside
How could he never see?
Images of patricide
That's how I always knew
Something is wrong with the way that I feel
With the way that I feel inside me

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

Longed to be your son
Some things are never too broken to be
But you're dead in me
I longed to be your son
Some things are never too broken to be
But you're dead, you're dead

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

And don't try
Friend you ain't no friend to me
Defy
What you are I'll never be
Outcry
Get the fuck away from me
Faux
I'm stronger now

Don't try
I'm stronger now
Don't try
I'm stronger now
Don't try
I'm stronger now
Don't try
I'm stronger like I'll ever be

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Live For The Moment - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Live For The Moment
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
Every morning, rise out of bed
Echoing the words that your parents once said
Plan ahead, but you've got other plans instead
If all you think about's the future, you're already dead

You can look back, never hold back 'cause you'll find
You can't get back anytime that's left behind
There is no rewind, always keep this in mind
Don't get stuck in a bind from a life they designed

Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Can't change who you are
Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Time is runnin' out, so let me hear you shout

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right, come on and get it right

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right

All my people, can you relate?
'Cause we've got other people deciding our fate
And we've got to act now before it's too late
Because we've got the meter running and time will never wait

You can look back, never hold back 'cause you'll find
You can't get back anytime that's left behind
There is no rewind, always keep this in mind
Don't get stuck in a bind from a life they designed

Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Can't change who you are
Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Time is runnin' out, so let me hear you shout

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right, come on and get it right

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right

So what you waitin' for? Get the fuck up

Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Can't change who you are
Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Your life is gone

Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Won't change who you are
Live for the moment, don't ever regret
Time is runnin' out so let me hear you shout

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right, come on and get it right

Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
It's now or never so let's stand together
Fuck that! Fight back! Live for the moment
We got to get it right

Live for the moment, live for the moment
Live for the moment, we got to get it right

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Spent - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Spent
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
Deny, change everything you know to be
It's enough to feel misused to live like me
You'd want more

You wanna fuck around? You wanna play?
I can't allow myself to feel for you that way
Bitter memories, wretched view
Looking back on the things that you put me through

You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes
You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes

Inside I'm sick of life, pretend to hear
The wrong words cast from your eyes
Your hooks in me to take more

You wanna fuck around? You wanna play?
I can't allow myself to feel for you that way
Bitter memories, wretched view
Looking back on the things that you put me through

You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes
You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes

Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?

Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing?

You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes
You kill me all the time with the look in your eyes
You kill me all the time with your eyes

Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?
Was I nothing to you?

Did you ever love me?
Did you ever love me?

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Friday, August 13, 2010

What'S That Sound (Remix) - Lyrics - Angie Martinez

Title: What'S That Sound (Remix)
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Whoo, Cool-a-Dre, baby, oh
It's club but it's still sexy
Hey, life is good, yea, yo
What is that?

What's that sound? If you outside the club
And your joint, c'mon, you just pop the truck
Pull the car up and the line is packed and you far
You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like
Move bitch, get out the way, flash the bouncer to get out a payin'
And that sound make you wanna get on stage
Oh, you gotta move dem thangs

Beat change, it's a Cool-a-Dre thing
That'll move your thang, thang
Remove your ring, change the sound
Get your jewels all sweated up, the booze is deaded up
Anything goes bring it back, if you just catchin' up
The sound coming outta the club, that's wassup
And they let you up, finally, dancing it up
Movin' around, DJ Keith, I need that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

2002 be sceered, 'cause I'm runnin' this shit this year
Haters 'n haters you better be clear
Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear
What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the dirty South
Is a drug drop, c'mon, check me out
Ain't nobody does it easy seezy
And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me
Goddamn, what's that sound?
Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down?

I'm no punk but a killa like Cam
Get on the flo', yes, yes mam
When I show up the club get cram
Insecure, bitch, watch yo man
Me and Ang like butter on toast
I don't mean to boast but we do, I need that, yea

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

Hello, oh, oh, that's my ears ringing
I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin'
As we leavin' the spot, I'm still drinking
Gotta leave 'cause the cops are still waiting
So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot
Then purposely watch, we so blingin'
And the truck is bright, light up the night, blinking
As we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking

That sound still drowned the air waves
The echo in my head feel like a bear cave
So I sit back to the sound of this track
Playin' on my way home, I can't forget that
That beat when you hear from the street
Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak
'Cause it don't even matter who be around
Get and that's DJ Keith playin' that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

G.O.D. (Good Old Days) - Lyrics - All The Pain Money Can Buy - Fastball

Title: G.O.D. (Good Old Days)
Album: All The Pain Money Can Buy
Artist: Fastball
Composer(s): Tony Scalzo

Lyric:
I've been thinking about the good old days
Decorated in a candy glaze
Each pretty ink blot panel tells a different tale
Each photo on the mantle
Sweet memories that never will go stale

I've been climbing up the walls again
Living with a memory that might have been
So pick me up on a weekday night
We could get together and ride around in the black and white

I've been thinking about the good old days
My silly clothes and my silly ways
Each drunken drugstore purchase
Each chemical advance, seven days a weekend
Well every day the same old dizzy dance

So pick me up on a weekday night
We could get together and ride around in the black and white

I've been thinking about the good old days
My silly clothes and my silly ways
Each drunken drugstore purchase
Each chemical advance, seven days a weekend
Every day the same old dizzy dance
Every day the same old dizzy dance
Every day the same old dizzy dance

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Realize - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Realize
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
Fostered my fears for years I've disappeared within
Reflecting what could've been I'd kill myself to start again
What's left for them? A dirty box with room to breath
And I'll keep you there, I'll keep you there to never leave but

You would never understand it
You took my love for granted nothing turned out like we planned it
Now my disguise more than what you see with your eyes
My disguise more than what you see with your eyes

And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try
And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try

I taste the shell and tell you wear a candy coat engulfing
You in my throat line me with the love letters that you wrote
My antidote, a lover's quote in pheromone
You're deep inside but deep inside I'm all alone but

You would never understand it
You took my love for granted nothing turned out like we planned it
Now my disguise more than what you see with your eyes
My disguise more than what you see with your eyes

And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try
And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try

Yes all a part of, a part of you

And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try
And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try

We try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
We try
And we try to hide ourselves breath in the lies
And we try

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, Jamal Phillips, Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Keith Murray, George Spivey, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off
Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up, do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin' Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters

I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up
You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA

My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, fuck your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Fuck your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam, yo, I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin' blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts

Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin'

I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this, I recommend some
School for the blind by Helen Keller

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Transparent - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: Transparent
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
I emerge with a dirge, I'll speak until my death rattle
There's a war outside the blackboard jungle prepare for battle
Those who sleep the American dream will wake tonight
From the words I recite, shedding light with what I write

Second amendment needs amending, not a basic human right
Can't agree with what I see, it's an idiot's delight
When all injuns wanna wear the headdress
But can we convalesce the students strike to a recess

Change a little late now
That your face is down and bloodied
By my one triggered mind
Hate, enslaved to live down
Chamber's loaded I am ready
Shots sound out my cry

As apparent, you're so transparent, you don't care
It's just like you're not even there
Taking steps in reverse but it's too late to rescind
I shall finish the game and reap the whirlwind

Dead finger on the pulse of this nation, no pulsation
Firearms are growing faster than the population
Armed like octopi, preoccupied with bereavement
Growing old's become the new benchmark of our achievement

Every metropolis has turned to a necropolis
Disarm the nuclear family, stifle the rifle not the populous
Relationships are hollow as an empty casing
Time is racing, a brick wall is what we're facing

Change a little late now
That your face is down and bloodied
By my one triggered mind
Hate, enslaved to live down
Chamber's loaded I am ready
Shots sound out my cry

As apparent, you're so transparent, you don't care
It's just like you're not even there
Taking steps in reverse but it's too late to rescind
I shall finish the game and reap the whirlwind

As apparent, you're so transparent, you don't care
It's just like you're not even there
Taking steps in reverse but it's too late to rescind
I shall finish the game and reap the whirlwind

Bring that shit back
Take your life back
Back, back, back
We won't take that fuck that

As apparent, you're so transparent, you don't care
It's just like you're not even there
Taking steps in reverse but it's too late to rescind
I shall finish the game and reap the whirlwind

As apparent, you're so transparent, you don't care
It's just like you're not even there
Taking steps in reverse but it's too late to rescind
I shall finish the game and reap the whirlwind

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Showtime - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Showtime
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin' estate
In bow East London, south east UK, was a young man
Lets call this young man, Ray
Frustrated wiv bein' around the way would say, "I'm bored"

Until one day gathered up some change
And in exchange got turntables off Tony
Not only, were they whack, they were wooden
But he took 'em 'cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en

And he said to himself, "Who wouldn't?"
Why not, then he took a little trot to DJ Targets squat
Stood outside the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you got?

Must be somethin' you wanna get shot, of, blot
Din't buy beats, he ready to quit, gave him the whole lot
Then Ray had little click, they were hot
Young gun soldiers but it all flopped
Still it didn't make Ray wanna give up the fight

Ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded
No gifts and glamor included
Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, didn't ya know?
Even though Ray come across slow

Broke shit down, brung another new flow
Made beats in the back room
Teacher gave him a new spare time
Then they got a little bit o'radio airtime

1:00 A.M. till 3, be in school by 9
This was clearly a positive sign
Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and bars
Didn't chat about champagne and cars

More concerned wiv you know, the grime
Made it a touch difficult to shine
Among these so called underground stars
Some resented him thus presentin' him with pure dumbness like retards

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real star one day"
Went through dramas along the way
But he stood firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
Went through dramas along the way

But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
Went through dramas along the way
Let's take a look at Ray today, today, today
Showtime, it's showtime

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

What'S That Sound - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: What'S That Sound
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Whoo, Cool-a-Dre, baby, oh
It's club but it's still sexy
Hey, life is good, yea, yo
What is that?

What's that sound? If you outside the club
And your joint, c'mon, you just pop the truck
Pull the car up and the line is packed and you far
You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like
Move bitch, get out the way, flash the bouncer to get out a payin'
And that sound make you wanna get on stage
Oh, you gotta move dem thangs

Beat change, it's a Cool-a-Dre thing
That'll move your thang, thang
Remove your ring, change the sound
Get your jewels all sweated up, the booze is deaded up
Anything goes bring it back, if you just catchin' up
The sound coming outta the club, that's wassup
And they let you up, finally, dancing it up
Movin' around, DJ Keith, I need that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

2002 be sceered, 'cause I'm runnin' this shit this year
Haters 'n haters you better be clear
Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear
What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the dirty South
Is a drug drop, c'mon, check me out
Ain't nobody does it easy seezy
And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me
Goddamn, what's that sound?
Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down?

I'm no punk but a killa like Cam
Get on the flo', yes, yes mam
When I show up the club get cram
Insecure, bitch, watch yo man
Me and Ang like butter on toast
I don't mean to boast but we do, I need that, yea

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

Hello, oh, oh, that's my ears ringing
I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin'
As we leavin' the spot, I'm still drinking
Gotta leave 'cause the cops are still waiting
So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot
Then purposely watch, we so blingin'
And the truck is bright, light up the night, blinking
As we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking

That sound still drowned the air waves
The echo in my head feel like a bear cave
So I sit back to the sound of this track
Playin' on my way home, I can't forget that
That beat when you hear from the street
Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak
'Cause it don't even matter who be around
Get and that's DJ Keith playin' that sound

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

That new shit, that hot shit
Make you move shit, what's that sound?
That move crowds, that new sound
Make you can kick down, who's that chick?
That's Angie, them Bambi's
Screamin' Angie, what's that sound?
And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

All I Have Is Me - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: All I Have Is Me
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
You took one final look, my tears they turned to ice
A frozen sacrifice, your body's heat's my paradise
I've built up many layers but none can keep me warm
Deceiving is believing in the calm before the storm

We complicate our lives with things to define
I threw it all away to see what was mine
Cleared out my insides, echoing hollow
I'll forever wallow, in your footsteps I follow

Warily I search for solidarity
In our disparity, your love for me was charity
This is reality, for all that it's worth
If you're not perfect then I just don't belong on this earth

And just like a disease
All the faces I see remind me of you

'Cause they seem just like you, wanna reach out, touch you
All I have is me, all I want is you, they seem just like you
Why can't I forget you all I have in me is this memory
Fading alone

I'm an array of imperfections on display
My life has been on layaway since the day you went away
I've watched myself decay, the ripe is turning rotten
Feeling nostalgic, now you're gone but not forgotten

I lack luster, what was new has turned to rust
I'm filled up with disgust, wish the world would turn to dust
It's hard to readjust 'cause now I find it strange
To trust in something that will constantly change

A long range exchange, for years I've sought you
The pain I've brought you, you've taught me what I've taught you
We can't escape ourselves or even one another
I will never recover this is love like no other

I'm gonna rip, rip you out of me
I'm fuck, fuck you out of me

Never you
Never you
Never you
Never you
They could never be you

Never be you
Never be you
They could never be
They could never be you

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Exterminating Angel - Lyrics - Creatures

Title: Exterminating Angel
Artist: Creatures
Composer(s): Peter Edward Clarke, Susan Ballion

Lyric:
Here it comes again
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes
Where the stars would be watching
Just black holes
Where the stars should have been

Plumes of dirt
Caress a urine colored sun
Swarms of angels
Come to kill your sons

And there's nothing but black holes
Where the stars should have been
Nothing but black holes
Where the stars would be watching

Oh, those strange argonauts
Digging again in your pit
Cover them in menstrual stream
Cover them in black gold, plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your menstrual stream
Rising up taste of rusty can
And jagged glass feeling again

Here it comes again
Hordes of locusts blot out your sun

Raining down, rain on everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it, I'm sick of it

Enough is enough
I wanna fuck it up
In spite of it

Just for the hell of it
I wanna fuck it up
Out of sync, out of phase
Out of sight, out of spite

Raining down, raining everyone
Poor little rich thing, poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it, I'm sick of it

Here it comes again
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes
Where the stars should have been
Just black holes
Where the stars would be watching

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Good Day - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Good Day
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
The sky is blue but there are clouds in my head
With big decisions loomin' ahead
The sun is out but the room is so grey
So much confusion headed my way
Get positive try to be gay

News of the world, tea and biscuits in bed
The headlines said that Diana is dead
She couldn't act much but she put on a show
She always smiled even when she felt low
I used to fancy her a long time ago

So today has got to be a good day
Today is gonna be a good day
Today is gonna be a good day
Good day, good day, good day

Holes in my socks and I can't find my shoes
It's no surprise that I'm singin' the blues
So many holes in my life still to mend
And someone just said that the world's gonna end

So today better be a good day
Today is gonna be a good day
Today has got to be a good day
Good day, good day, good day, good day

If we blow away the past with a bloody great blast
Make it fast, make it fast
So have a good day today because it could be your last
Make it last, make it last

Will it light up the sky?
Will it blot out the sun?
Well we've waited this long
So it better be a good one

Good day, good day, good day
Yeah, it's gonna be a good day
Hey baby, if you come back home, gonna be good day today
If you drop a small atom bomb on the city today
If you walk through that door, gonna be a good day

My survival is my only aim
I call friends and see if any remain
Who was that girl who used to be my flame?
I'd call her if I could remember her name

So today is gonna be a good day
Today has got to be a good day
Today is gonna be a good day
Good day, good day, good day, good day

Hey Diana, I've really got to
Learn to take a tip from you
Put on my makeup
And try to make the world take notice of you

Yeah, it's gonna be good day today
Good day, gonna be a good day
Good day, gonna be a good day
Good day, gotto be a good day
Good day, gonna be a good day

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Northern Star - Lyrics - Awful - Hole

Title: Northern Star
Album: Awful
Artist: Hole
Composer(s): Eric Erlandson, Courtney Love

Lyric:
And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale, the blinded eyes see
Chaos, bring the pitiful to me
Even though I'm wide awake, I will

And blackest night, and I wait for you
It's cold in here, there's no one left
And I wait for you, and nothing stops it happening
And I knew I'd cherish all my misery alone

And I wait starin' at the Northern Star
I'm afraid it won't lead me anywhere
He's so cold, he will ruin the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the Northern Lights
Kneel into the frozen lights

And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried 'cause you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows

All that's cold and cruel
Can you see the trees, charity and gratitude
They run to the pines
It's black in here blot out the sun

And run to the pines
Our misery runs wild and free
And I knew, the fire and the ashes of his grace

And I wait starin' at the Northern Star
I'm afraid it won't lead you very far
He's so cold, he will win the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the frozen lights
Feel their hearts, they're cold and white

And I want you, and blessed are the broken
And I beg you
No loneliness, no misery is worth you
Oh, tear his heart out, cold as ice, it's mine

And I wait prayin' to the Northern Star
I'm afraid, no, won't lead you anywhere
He's so cold, rainin' on the world tonight
All the angels kneeling to the Northern Lights

And I pray beggin' to the Northern Star
I'm afraid it won't lead you anywhere
He's so cold, he will rule the world tonight
All the angels kneeling to the Northern Lights
Kneeling to the frozen lights

Feel their hearts, they're cold as ice

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

D.I.Y.M. - Lyrics - Darwin'S Waiting Room

Title: D.I.Y.M.
Artist: Darwin'S Waiting Room
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Alexander H. Cando

Lyric:
How many MC's must get dissed?
Yo, motherfucker let me speak on this
I be that lyricist, pugilist, with an educated fist
Evolutionist forced to exist on a black list

Pissed and dismissed, I resist to play the backseat
No boy from backstreet, I'm intellectually elite
My mind moves faster that Michael Johnson at a track meet
Stepping over those under me like concrete

Smaller than gnomes, shatter your thoughts like Britte Bones
Crushing feeble domes like El Nino did to mobile homes
Lamp posts get ripped apart when I envade with my tirade
Like cat in the hat during the Macy's Day parade

Worthy or an accolade instead portrayed as a charade
Conveyed as an Al Jolson with a mammy serenade
Guilty of being white and out of step like minor threat
But I'm a major threat not willing to forgive and forget

Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face, bitch

Grimm, my pseudonym, I'm an MC not a singer
Put more dents in the game than the face of Wayne Hyzienga
Scarlet lettered, fettered as a wigger, just a wannabe
Beset with every epithet, can't get the best of me

People used to giggle and laugh not clear a path
I'm over coming obstacles like Jeremy McGrath
Those who used to raise an eyebrow, kowtow
Had no respect for you then, got no respect for you know

My spectacular vernacular suspends disbelief
You went from Verbose to Coatose, silent as the chief
Our time is brief, I hope no one forgets me
Goals to achieve before I leave like Gretzky

But I'll never retire until I see this thing through
To imbue my point of you, challenging you like K 2
My forte to foray with the words I say
So clear the way motherfucker 'cause I'm here to stay

Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face

Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills, not my color or race
Judge me on skills

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face
Say that shit to my face, face, face, face

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