Bone Marrow - Lyrics - Fortress - Protest The Hero

Title: Bone Marrow
Album: Fortress
Artist: Protest The Hero
Composer(s): Moe Carlson, Luke Hoskin, Tim Millar, Arif Mirabdolbaghi, Rody Walker

Lyric:
Thus now, he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, heat of flame
And all the severed heads of those who brought the village
The village to it's shame

Those who plundered, pilfered village, lives
Would now accept the blame

He would find them all
With a mighty vengeance paid for in their pain

Shahjahan, the king of kings
Wore seven rings and sixty feathers
Plucked from sparrow's wings

Growing fat on the throne
He sat like a stone
A man who had never known
No hunger, shown no mercy
And, and promises broke like a bone, bone

And there he sat like a stone
With promises broke like a bone
Dispersed about the people
Rustam calls out for his equals

About to rise and cast the curse
Is that the worst of vengeance
Enemies, they roam the trees
Is that the worst of vengeance

The royalty must die
Must die, must die
The royalty must die
The royalty must die

The royalty must die
Like common beggars and petty thieves
The royalty must die
Like common beggars and petty thieves

Tomorrow they will find us
Oh God, oh God, oh God
Pray the children will roll

Thus now he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat and heat of flame
He found the severed heads
He found the severed heads
Of those who brought the village to it's shame

The king of kings
Wore seven rings and sixty feathers
Plucked from sparrow's wings

He's growing fat, growing fat on the throne
Where he sat like a stone
A man who has never known
No hunger, shown no mercy

Those who ride against us
Will be murdered where they stand
Let our arrows rain from sky
To drain the blood into the land

If a mortal stands before us
Strike him down with sleight of hand
And if heaven rides against us
Then God himself must be damned

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Every Bone Broken - Lyrics - Gallery Of Suicide - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Every Bone Broken
Album: Gallery Of Suicide
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Paul Mazurkiewicz, Jack Owen

Lyric:
Die, shattered you'll die
Bones broken in half
Blood flowing freely
Limbs severed in hate

Brains splattered, demise
Skin eaten in wrath
Eyes ripped from your head
Lie shattered, you die

For believing you could be free
Weakness only invigorates me
These broken bones once yours I hold
'Cause of death will never unfold

Torn, mangled, and maimed
Life withers away
In hellish decay
Bones shattered, you die

For not seeing things I could see
Your pummeled body strengthens me
These broken bones keep me aware
Of how I lust to shred and tear

Every bone broken is my only goal
Sucking the marrow of your fractured femurs
Every bone broken, your truculent toll
Succumbing to my offensive demeanor

Every bone broken enhances my soul
Your twisted corpse is contorted dead rot
Every bone broken, your life I stole
I'll kill again and I'll never get caught

The snapping and cracking of skeletal remains
The pleasure of devouring decomposed flesh
The feeling of power from crushing your skull
The stench of decay overwhelming my brain

I slaughtered your body and returned it to dirt
Not a trace of proof that you ever existed
Pure satisfaction through what I have accomplished
I'll kill again and I'll never get caught

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Secrets - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Secrets
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): John Davies Cale, Bob Neuwirth

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Lyric:
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was back in the old days before the last war
Then the politics changed, the scene rearranged
And became how we know now is quo"

"Oh yeah, there were times when everyone smiled
And the greed of the good times would roll
But a heartbeat away was the crime that did pay
The shot that was heard around the world"

"If you go to sleep", the old man explained
"You're just going to miss on your turn
But if you stay awake, the path that you take may in fact
Become a bridge to be burned"

And the old man turned away
(Secrets)
Wiping his tears from his eyes
"It's already too late", he whispered
"But that's certainly no reason to cry"
(Dirty little secrets)

"You see the last pioneer is waving his flag
Framing the organ bone by bone
Burning in sections, twisting his flag
And walking on glass as he is clearing his tomb"

"Yeah, nevertheless, there's no money", said the kid
"Eh well, half-price hookers are watching the mast"
The old man said, prepared to face the music and laugh

"Bring the shadows down on the heads of the soft ladies
That lie on their mechanical beds"
"And nevertheless, there ain't no money", the kid said

"Well, so call up a future and rewrite the past"
Said the old man, "Raise the hammer and stifle the news
Polish the armor and dust off the grass
There's more dead-end options here, than we'll ever use"

"But nevertheless, there's no money", said the kid
"Well, hell, there's glitter galore to tell you of gold"
(Secrets)
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
(Secrets)

"With second hand hardware all over the world"
(Dirty little secrets)
"Nevertheless there ain't no money"

"Well listen, times are hard but the crowd's flooding in"
"Yeah, nevertheless there ain't no money"
"Hey kid, second class will sell to the valley again, don't worry"
"But nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?", said the old man
"I've come up with every argument I can
For the fact that the lawyers are leeching
The marrow out of the bone of anyone
Who's got an original idea in this country"

"Well, what country are you talking about?", said the kid
"I'm talking about the country where my nephew makes honey
Out of old orange peels and plastic out of old BandAids
I'm talking about a country where the sun never sets"

"I'm talking about a country where fish are the bricks
That build the edifices from which you can throw yourself
In a veritable syndrome of court reverence
Ahaha, greed and gun and invests"

"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
"Marks and pounds and pieces of flesh?", said the old man
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
"Hey, no protection is worth a damn", said the old man

"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
"They're sending the waters off Helega lamps"
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
"They're carving the marble shape of the urn"

"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the kid
"A goateed image in Turkish stone?"
"Nevertheless there ain't no money"
"Oh God", said the kid, "What am I going to do with my life now?

The woman settled for anomalous clothes
And socks some place in Vermont
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the old man

The young man is evidently not worth suing
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the old man
"State of Vermont is in America?", said the kid

"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the old man
They're doing it again and again and again
"Nevertheless there ain't no money", said the old man

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Freestyle Ghetto - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Freestyle Ghetto
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): James Patrick Broadway, Roger Mcbride

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Lyric:
(See, look, look)
I grab the mic and start breakin' down niggas
Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom
Ain't no mic checkin' worse
Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's wack

I draw back the cap for the peelin'
Should of stuck to rock dealin'
'Cuz it's the blood stealin' super vil
Chill, stayin' high like the ceilin'

See there ain't enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown, throw down
Your best style, I'll bust
Yo, I write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up

Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect, I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials

Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit' a dental
And a loaded pistol, no longer lookin' in the window
I'll bust a field wit' indo killin' quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here

Like a fuze, start spreadin' the news
It's 94 and Breeze is givin' niggas the blues
I paid my dues and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom, 'cuz I'm about to explode

And drop bombs like a B1, cops I seize none
And niggas step up, I soak emcseason
Three seconds to destinate, you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate, you fuckin' featherweight

I ain't the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if I ain't paid right
To the promoters on tour

Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours
I'm psycho pathic like Manson ain't wit' the dancin'
But still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson
More dough than Marino or roles than Pacino

You beatin' me? That's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin' I'm unbeatable, I'm sayin' I'm untouchable
Livin' comfortable just like a Huxtable
Plus I'm rollin' wit' the cross roads

Movin' fast forward, while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But I'm a stay black

No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga

For the balls basketballs microphones gassin' grass
Hey, some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass
93 mandingo 94 I'm the Pharaoh
'Cuz I'm b-bad to the bone marrow

I get wild wit' more styles than the martial arts
I need weed, I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the Ro was a looter
Now I'm writin' raps on my lab-top computer

J-Ro the tittie fiend, rap dean, wearin' green
Been on the scene, since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic, now's my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne

Wit' da bitches tunin' me in
Like it's the Young and the Restless
Next up to bust my shit from the L-I-K-S's
Yes, it's the freshest wit' lyrics rough around the edges

I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of Benson Hedges but hold up, wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht

'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables while I throw these lyric atcha

So slow down before ya fuck wit' my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey and turn ya self around

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Spleen Merchant - Lyrics - Blast Tyrant - Clutch

Title: Spleen Merchant
Album: Blast Tyrant
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult

Lyric:
When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey men of stain have come to split your skills

Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
I got it all right here

Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines
If bad you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages
Isn't it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste
The appetizer's quite the pleaser
But might you pass the pepper please this way

Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
I got it all right here

Fertilizer makes your corn row higher
But makes your back yard stink
And all the crows know where the wind blows
Where water sinks

Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
I got it all right here

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Making A Name For Ourselves - Lyrics - Common

Title: Making A Name For Ourselves
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Me and my man Com Sense
Rallyin' troops like Joseph Stalin
Where you at yo?

I'm 'bout to make the name Com Sense, a name you fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
And I'ma make the name Canibus, a name you fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared

That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while you hold spite like a broken hearted bitch
Don't give no fuck who yo team or who you startin' with
Cameoed or charted with, I house niggaz like apartments with
Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm, move crowds with kinetic wisdom
It's like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him
I want him got not get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him

I'm creatin' the ultimate verses with perfect lines
Puttin' together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
So you niggaz need to stop testin' me
'Cuz you know you can't "F" with me
Steppin' to me with in superior weaponry
Exposin' yourself to the verbal radiations
Sayin' you can defeat me is nothin' but speculation
Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels

Niggaz be diggin' my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
Who wanna battle? I'm bad to the bone marrow
The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
Niggaz couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage
MC's will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch
What?

Common, steppin' to me is like going to the county being a neutron
Common, I ain't scared of no nigga

I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other nigga's rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On knots, I landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggaz I'm dunkin' like when cops mingle
Fuck hip hop jingles, rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit
The click that you came in with accent your flavor wit'

Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggaz off all fours
I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for
Far more advanced than a rapper who's career
You could only take a glance, couldn't make the transition
From B-boy to C-note stance
I stand in a circumference, the humbleness
But in the Chi, bumble less

Was thinkin' as a weakness were poetry's in motion
Like a bitch, I'm the main feature
Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers
I make my living off of singles like Latifah
In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses
You couldn't make a statement if you was from a sentence
I'm cold with numb intentions

Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus

Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you, spittin' understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MC's get bitten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source

It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
It's wickeder than Satan worshipers
Going to Catholic church services, you heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, trash herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas

And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin' pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin' on page 40

Put this in your CD-ROM, www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the Internet talkin' to chicks
That was sweatin' me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin' mad trash tryin' to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you

It's time I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
Now that I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You still scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared

That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

Since I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You stay scared, I'm still your worst nightmare squared

That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)

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Marrow - Lyrics - Revelling / Reckoning - Ani Difranco

Title: Marrow
Album: Revelling / Reckoning
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
The answer came like a shot in the back
While you were running from your lesson
Which might explain why years later all you could remember
Was the terror of the question, plus, you weren't listening

You were stockpiling canned goods
Making a bomb shelter of our basement
And I can't believe you let the moral go by
While you were soaking in the product placement

Where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those letters
That you wrote to yourself but could not address?

I'm a good kisser and you're a fast learner
And that kinda thing could float us for a pretty long time
Then one day you'd realize you've memorized my phone number
And you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line

'Cause I got tossed out the window of love's El Camino
And I shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
You were smoking me weren't you? Between your yellow fingers
You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word

Where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those letters
That you wrote to yourself but could not address?

There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
A whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up
And so one by one I am dusting off labels
I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups

So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
And I'll have a taste of mine but first let's toast to the lists
That we hold in our fists
Of the things that we promise to do differently next time

'Cause the answer came like a shot in the back
While you were running from your lesson
Which might explain why years later all you could remember
Was the terror of the question, plus I'm not listening to you anymore

My head is too sore and my heart's perforated
And I'm mired in the marrow of my
(Well ain't that)
Funny bone learning how to be alone and devastated

Where was my conscience?
Where was my consciousness?
And what do I do with all these letters
That I wrote to myself but cannot address?

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1112 - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: 1112
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): G Grice, W Reed, E Turner, K Moss, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy equip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed for killin' cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind
Which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall that still flies all dies

Give no extension on the lynchin'
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed

He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', breakin' his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud

Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell

Inhale these venomous thought that I propel
Through the North facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin' the power from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

{You know what I'm sayin'?
The God Cadaver, in the streets of Iris
We talk about sex, money and drugs
(Ruled by power)}

{And y'all cats don't know what it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than what you see on TV
Killah Priest, come on}

Burnin' desire, ebony eyes, painted toe nails, legacys die
Winnin' by the well, Egyptian Queens, Arabian Sheiks
Paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats

Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters
Interviews with the richest reporters

Silent nights over the dividers
A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba
Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud sound

I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from space intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liquor

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one

I heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone or else
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin' all along but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle
Unable to [Incomprehensible] the Devil's [Incomprehensible]

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols

Raven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals

Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles
And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo

With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind, were they lost in this wilderness blind?

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1112 - Lyrics - Genius

Title: 1112
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): G Grice, W Reed, E Turner, K Moss, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin' cascades

Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind
And which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies

Give no extension on the lynchin'
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed

He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin', breakin' his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks above

Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell
Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, volts is in

At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin' the power from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

You know what I'm sayin'?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris
We talk about sex, money and drugs
Ruled by power

And y'all cats don't know
What it's about
(Love and power)
It goes deeper than what you see on TV
Killah Priest, come on

Burnin' desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows
Who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes

Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell
Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water
Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters

Interviews with the richest reporters
Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles
For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud sound

I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from space intruders
Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liquor

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin' the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin' my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter

After the third one, I heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin' all along, but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle
I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols
Raven images hang from the mantels

Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Aho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles

And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow

We went to Gretal and the Hansel
Tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind?

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Murda Murda - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: Murda Murda
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Dwight Grant, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Chilly chill
It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah
Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit
Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin' game
We don't give a fuck but Swizz'll lit up somethin' on you niggas
Chilly chill, let's go

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Yeah, from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life
I done seen everythin' but Christ, luckily I'm just off the basement
You niggas just bullshittin' with bars
The boys you got just tryin' my patience

Like, I don't carry around banana clips like groceries
With a presence that make 'em don't wanna get 'em close to me
Talk about we suppose to be brothers
Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be

On the side opposin' me, no matter what culture you be
From, Young Hova light your ass up explosively
A lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya
Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya

They don't respect nothin' else, they somethin' else
Two guns with sons will get inside yourself
Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health
Will take the wind outta yourself, like so

Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly
While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie
But I'm the writer of Sun Tzu, so whatever son do
I do better, more lyrics, way more cheddar

Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Keep pumpin' 'em up make me injure bre-thren
Niggas is tryna capitalize of Hov
Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls

Niggas is dreamin' to sell what I sold
Fuckers is fiendin' to held what I hold
I just know what I know
They respect me all across the globe, although

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo
It ain't nothin' to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss
Niggas poppin' their shit, they startin' ta piss me off
Bitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homie
So fuck them and the Originator of Sophie

The gat spit rapid, duel actions
Look, I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick
I'm from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work
My ER eight grade, they had the errors since birth

Me and the God spittin', you know police come chalk ya
It's like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker
Fuck it, I'm ridin' with Sig, you niggas is sweet
Collidin' with Cam and I'm throwin' with Free

Geda K's the co-d, young boss
Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus
Fuck it, H in the pen, huh
You know we bang where we from nigga, H to the pen, it's nothin'

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Yeah, murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill

Aiyyo, the South Philly motherfucka kill at will
I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill
You niggas' gay like that for real
I move yay all day for real

Boss's plaque, check the status for real
Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real
All day I'ma ammo for real
Clip shape like bananas for real

Guerrilla warfare hittin' the field
Six saw head splittin' your grill
New issue, or I might grip the Uzi pistol
Do more than bruise tissues

Crack bone marrow, lose grisel
Sit you down in a chair for real
Forever you'll wheel around for real
Listen boy, I get it down for real

I clutch pound for real
When I ball you touch down for real
Correct tar, Brett Farve, hecklaw
Cops send shots down your field
Tell, muah, leave the town for real

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Yeah, murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill
...

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The Deeper Vileness - Lyrics - The Marrow of a Bone - Dir En Grey

Title: The Deeper Vileness
Album: The Marrow of a Bone
Artist: Dir En Grey
Composer(s): Dai Ando, Toshimasa Hara, Kaoru Niikura, Hiro Nishimura, Shinya Terachi

Lyric:
I have fun listening to your lies
I shout out joy and you shout for help
Fuck, I hate you

Dear God, you're a motherfucker
Death for all, death for all
I'm your worst nightmare
Fuck off, I wanna die

I don't even think
Of you as my friend
I don't even think
Of you as my friend

You deceived me and sold me out
Take off that mask of rectitude
Pretender that hurts one's eyes
Voice that jars on one's ear

Fuck 'em all without a care
Fake rock wannabes, just die

I don't even think
Of you as my friend
I don't even think
Of you as my friend

The maze, it's so cold
I'll die in a world of lies and deceits
By tomorrow I'll be in despair
It was destined

I have fun listening to your lies
I shout out joy and you shout for help
Fuck, I hate you

Dear God, you're a motherfucker
Death for all, death for all
I'm your worst nightmare
Fuck off, I wanna die

I don't even think
Of you as my friend
I don't even think
Of you as my friend

The maze, it's so cold
I'll die in a world of lies and deceits
I'll die in a world of lies and deceits

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Disabled Complexes - Lyrics - The Marrow of a Bone - Dir En Grey

Title: Disabled Complexes
Album: The Marrow of a Bone
Artist: Dir En Grey
Composer(s): Dai Ando, Toshimasa Hara, Kaoru Niikura, Hiro Nishimura, Shinya Terachi

Lyric:
Ah, I can't sleep again tonight
Because you exist, because I was raped by you
Why do you believe their voices?
Ah, I won't be able to sleep again tomorrow

I threw away even my slightest hope
Deep down
And I go mad again tonight
And again tonight, I go mad

Ah, I can't sleep again tonight
Because you exist, because I was raped by you
Why do you believe their voices?

I can't coexist
In the fabricated society with a crowd
There is no meaning in living
The world is full of psychos in your mind

Chikau kotoba mo nai nagasu
Namida mo kare te
Tonight, I go mad
Psycho killer

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Lie Buried With A Vengeance - Lyrics - The Marrow of a Bone - Dir En Grey

Title: Lie Buried With A Vengeance
Album: The Marrow of a Bone
Artist: Dir En Grey
Composer(s): Dai Ando, Toshimasa Hara, Kaoru Niikura, Hiro Nishimura, Shinya Terachi

Lyric:
I rail at the sordid you
Something's missing from my mind
Haizuri mawaru munashiki ikizamasa
Something's missing from my heart

This is the real world
Sou da oshiyoseru kanjou o nejikome
So attack, so attack, delete everything
Crime without reason does exist
I am the soul of revenge

Something's missing from my ears
Minikui sakebi mibaeru aijou ka
Something's missing from my voice

This is the real world
Chi de chi o arai seigi o kakagero
So attack, so attack, delete everything
Crime without reason does exist
I am the soul of revenge

Mind over all
Nanimo ka mo nagesutero

Has my head gone mad?
Mukachi ni ore o kazatta sarudomo ka
Has my heart gone mad?

This is the real world
Dobunezumi, haiena, kusobuta bakari
So attack, so attack, delete everything
Crime without reason does exist
I am the soul of revenge

Mind over all
Nanimo ka mo nagesutero

Taste the destiny
Are you the most superior leader of all?
Taste the destiny
Are you the most superior leader of all?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
You're a motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
You're a motherfucker

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Conceived Sorrow - Lyrics - The Marrow of a Bone - Dir En Grey

Title: Conceived Sorrow
Album: The Marrow of a Bone
Artist: Dir En Grey
Composer(s): Dai Ando, Toshimasa Hara, Kaoru Niikura, Hiro Nishimura, Shinya Terachi

Lyric:
Ibara ni karamu taiyou
Tameiki to mazatte torokeru koukai

Miakita yume ni tsuba wo haki warau
Kodoku ni kuwareta hito-tachi no kokoro wa
Zankoku ni soudatsu

Kasaneta shiro ni tokekomu
Nozomarezu kowareta shinjitsu wa urahara
Hohoemi ni ai wa

Sude ni kageri
Asa wa shinda

Aa todokanai hanarete shimau
Kegare no nai yasashisa ni namida to nemuritai

Haranda uso wa uraraka
Kamisori no puuru de oboreta namida wa
Aimai ni amaku

Sude ni kageri
Asu wa shinda

Namida mo uso mo ai mo yurusenai ore ga
Daikirai de demo modorenai kara

Aa todokanai hanarete shimau
Kegare no nai yasashisa ni namida to nemuritai

Seotta akane no sora wa tada hibiku
Naki sakebu koe wa mou kikoenai

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Namamekashiki Ansoku, Tomadoi Ni Hohoemi - Lyrics - The Marrow of a Bone - Dir En Grey

Title: Namamekashiki Ansoku, Tomadoi Ni Hohoemi
Album: The Marrow of a Bone
Artist: Dir En Grey
Composer(s): Dai Ando, Toshimasa Hara, Kaoru Niikura, Hironori Nishimura, Shinya Terachi

Lyric:
Te no todokanai sukitooru yami
Yubi no sukima kara nozokikonda
Kono sekai ni chigirete yuku aka
Hosoi ude ga kirei na kimi no uso

Ame ni nure, tatazunda kibou mo uso?
Kuchihate no yume de meguru harukakanata
Nijimu sora wa tadatada, kureru

Usurete yuku sonzai sae okurete yuku mama
Nuda ni naita koto ni ima mo kigatsukenai mama
Tada kowai fuurin, yami wo saki

Nama atatakai kaze to iki wo koroshi
Kuchihate no yume de meguru harukakanata
Nijimu sora wa tadatada

Kinou made no yoru wo furikaereba mou
Mou nido to, hikari wa kie, kanawanai
Mou nido to, mou dare mo, subete kiero
Sakebi ikite taenuita itami to
Yami no mukou suzu no moto

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Goodbye - Lyrics - By the People, For the People - Mudvayne

Title: Goodbye
Album: By the People, For the People
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
Pendulum stops and falls away
Life sifted through like sand
Storms of summer rain
Flooding lifelines in our hands

Our skin of blood and bone
Gently close to dust and blows
Our home of blood and bone
Falls through the ground and is

So unstoppable
These feelings of loss
So unstoppable
Egging through to the marrow of bones

Just let it go
Pain willing in your eyes
Just let me go

Dry the tears that fall
And remember
When everything is typical
I'll be the wish upon a star

I've found a place so magical
Goodbye

See you another, goodbye
I'll see you another, goodbye
I'll see you another, goodbye
See you another

Pentacles rise
Precious circle is mended
Sense vertigo in you
So I'll be your hand now

So unstoppable
My love for you
So unstoppable
Memories of you
Just remember

When everything is typical
I'll be the wish upon a star
I've found a place so magical
But still please

Someone, help me, grab me, save me now
Distrust, darkened, daylight, I've lost sight
Someone, help me, grab me, save me now
Distrust, darkened, daylight, I've lost sight

Remember that nothing here is typical
I'll be the wish upon a star
I've lost something so magical
And gone so far

Just remember
When everything seems difficult
I'll be shining from a far
When it feels like things have gone away
I'll see you again

I'll see you again, goodbye
I'll see you again, goodbye
I'll see you again, goodbye
I'll see you again, goodbye
I'll see you again, goodbye

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Incarnated Solvent Abuse - Lyrics - Tools Of The Trade - Carcass

Title: Incarnated Solvent Abuse
Album: Tools Of The Trade
Artist: Carcass
Composer(s): Michael Amott, William Steer, Jerry Jeff Walker

Lyric:
Intenacious, intersecting, reaving fats
From corporal griskin
Culled for sodden gelatine brayed

Skeletal groats triturated, desinently, exsiccated
Sere gluten ate brewed for frivolous solvent abuse

Derogate coarse remains for glue to dry
Despoiled marrow razed

A truculent shambles so severe

Extravated bone as adhesive incarnate
A pellucid quietus nocuosly I create

Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes
Mucilage vapors, toxic fumes to savor

Comminuted remains as gum to dry
A lissom gel so glazed

A truculent, shambolic affair

The exsanguine esprit snorted as snuff
Rheumic oils forever, bonded together as gum

Human glue, choke on the fumes
Noxious vapors, slaughterous labor

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Daylight - Lyrics - Brave Saint Saturn

Title: Daylight
Artist: Brave Saint Saturn
Composer(s): Dennis Bayne Culp, Keith Hoerig, Reese Roper, Andrew Verdecchio

Lyric:
Did you hear the news today?
I'm not coming home, no
And I wished it all away
I felt so alone, yeah

And the darkness crept its way
Like stars that we all know will die too soon
There is never any sunrise here
In the shadows of eclipsing moons

Crawling on a tightrope
The bravest thing I have is hope

Daylight, save me
Daylight, save me
Tonight, oh, tonight

Halogen, the lights will flicker
Incandescent burning lies
And the silence stands for nothing
Desperate I search the skies

Aching for a spark
Trembling in pitchest dark

Daylight, save me
Daylight, save me
Tonight, oh, tonight

"U.S.S. Gloria, this is Mission Control, do you copy?"
Repeat, "U.S.S. Gloria, this is Mission Control, do you copy?"
"We have lost contact with the U.S.S. Gloria"
Repeat, "We have lost contact with the U.S.S. Gloria"

"Mission Control, this is the U.S.S. Gloria
Do you read me? Do you read me?
Mayday, mayday, we have lost primary guidance functions
Mayday"

The crew is now out of radio contact
Presently there is no way for us to know
Whether they are alive or dead
Our hopes and prayers go out with you all

"U.S.S. Gloria, this is Mission Control, do you copy?"
"Houston, this is the U.S.S. Gloria, good to hear your voice
We are coming out of the eclipse now
I see the sunlight, it's beautiful
The sunlight is beautiful"

Jesus Christ, light of the world
You never did forget me
And when I bled in darkness
You held me, still held me

When desperate nights I cursed You
You loved me, still loved me
Jesus Christ, You dry the tears
You break my heart of stone

Your words are life cut marrow through
The darkness to the bone
A heart of flesh You gave me
Only You can save me

Savior
Daylight
I am coming home
Home, home, home, home

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Burn, Baby, Burn!! - Lyrics - The Dictators

Title: Burn, Baby, Burn!!
Artist: The Dictators
Composer(s): Andrew Shernoff

Lyric:
I crave the flesh of the sacred cow
Charred and dripping fat
I love the sight of a baby lamb
Spinning on the rack

I say, burn, burn
Burn, baby, burn!!

My guitar player likes to know the bone
And suck the marrow out
He plays a Marshall stack twenty feet tall
And grills a porterhouse

I say, burn, burn
Burn, Ross, burn!!

Plantkillers, plantkillers
Plantkillers try to rule my world
Plantkillers, plantkillers
Plantkillers try to rule my world

The grill's hot, my knives sharpened
Got a bass-o-matic and a hunger pang

Why do the Sioux hunt the buffalo?
Why do they love the pig in Spain?
Why do the big fish eat the small?
Why do we even have to eat at all

Cause, life feeds on, life feeds on
Life feeds on, life feeds on, life feeds on

Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
I'm on top of the food chain

I am the carnivore
I am the omnivore
I am the matador
That's what my teeth are for

Burn
Burn, baby, burn!!
Burn, baby, burn!!
Burn, baby, burn!!
Burn, baby

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Somebody'S Gotta Do It - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Somebody'S Gotta Do It
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Tarik L Collins, Ibrahim Douglas, Tahir Jamal, Karl Jenkins, Floyd Carson, Gray, Leonard Hubbard

Lyric:
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
My level headedness make it come off so effortless

The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive

A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
Bet on black, bet these cats that's all gelatin
Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent

Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'
Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
Oh, now it's nothin'

Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
I flip like my name Turner
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth, the mic burner, yeah

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in
And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands

Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves
So I don't form pals, conform to norms, morals different
Gifted, use it to shift shit
A mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid

You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
Before there was ain't hard to tell
The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well

Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
I scraped barrel, even dined up on wine and steaks
'Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased

The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
Will get smaller as I approach, so watch your stash box
Fox logo if your fave is local
Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo, this is work niggas

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

I made it, ain't nobody believe in me
But this rap game is like selling coke legally
Ain't no innovations, that takes concentration
Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting

Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed

The profit on kill if you let it nigga's feeling energetic
Wanna rumble, guns will come out here come the paramedics
I'm just trying to live like I've Devin tired of my people failin'
We all sin, the devil, what did I tell 'em

Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry
Even if you hate, through my music you gone love
Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

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