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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Into The Lungs Of Hell - Lyrics - God Dethroned

Title: Into The Lungs Of Hell
Artist: God Dethroned
Composer(s): Bert Hoving, Henri Sattler, Jens D J Van Der Valk, Arien Van Weesenbeek, Berthus H B Westerhuis

Lyric:
Christ burned me with his eyes
But I'm still alive
Welcome to the lungs of hell
Frost or fire, whatever you desire

Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul

Into the lungs of hell
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul

Into the lungs of hell
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul

Into the lungs of hell
All you need, a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Christ burned me with his eyes
But I'm still alive
Welcome to the lungs of hell
Frost or fire, whatever you desire

Collector of souls, captor of sin
I'm not alone, I suck every soul

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Into the lungs of hell

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold

Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grievous sins untold
Into the lungs of hell

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Do This My Way - Lyrics - NIA - Blackalicious

Title: Do This My Way
Album: NIA
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Tom William Shimura

Lyric:
I be the first ever Asian astronaut, blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur mask, travel the traffic cop
Past the spot where the ostrich got across for the ocelot
What I couldn't of bought
'Cos they wouldn't a popped y'all just for me to cop it one

So I had to be up, I'm going gradually up
Into the galaxy bus until I can't feel my lungs
I pass the family up, I see an enemy's bus
Saw the anatomy up, I catch the ballerinas

Now I was walkin' down this one block, didn't hear a gun shot
Smellin' hell or nature, pickin' fruit off of a kumquat
Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot
Light upon my inner vision searchin' for an answer
Heriditary, man-in-glory, days of the missile fury inventory took

And while I raise
Rain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the natives
And the ladies said, "You're crazy, would you love to have my baby?"
And I plays with the chief of the Mahicans and the Sheikh
And traveled everywhere from Delaware way up to Mozambique
Was givin' praise with the deacon at the steeple
Spirit-seekin' on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shades

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims to be

The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveler
Skippin' through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plaza
Tryin' to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the after
The cold-hearted world creepin' on my destiny like salamanders
Enchanters 'cos I run their goose and I be the gander
Cleanin' out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries

Shinin' like amber, all of the children told me, "Damn you're an
Answer to our ears and deadly threat that's posed by cancer"
On prancer, on comet, on cupid, I'm Santa
Got more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh ho ho ho, got jo jo dancer
Punchlines, I'm a crunch time Casper, and a one-time champion for it
A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation transform
What the heck I'll come back for it
Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards

We goin' bobsled off the Himalayas with the bottle of bobs
[Incomprehensible]
In a big ol' box full of the latest compilations
And then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians
To the Bullets Bargain Basement then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin
Then ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge
A drop deposit in the drop embankment
Makin' cakes that taste like Tecrine

Bakin' ex-potatoes, raisins, plantains, M and M's, peanuts, grape juice
I'm savin' my pay checks to get my plane fixed why's that
We goin' fly all night, stop the propellers and
Jump out of the side with umbrellas and
Let's make them all night the caterpillars that
Take us to the top the Himalayas

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims

A lot of people follow Saba fellow and tolerate indeed
About to lead 'em all to battle upon the bottom of the beat
And plant a seed of thought that sproutin'
Like a balance like a teeter-totter
Seen a lot of freedom down the feat amount to beat the drama

He began to dis until the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirts
And nothin' happened assured the captain and the person
But the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burst
And all 'em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinks, they flew out

Fleets a lots of man, climb upon the wall like Peter Parker
Meeter of the creed of darker regions, darker seasons
These are not the reasons for the grief and now proceed to outer-reaches
How to keep styles from seepin' outta me

They flew out the fuselage had blew in time
It stupid to have the attitude
When you would dive into the ground
Now if you'd have thought of suicide
If you would try but you would tie
A parachute onto a slide
And took a dive, now who's alive?

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we end

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Lord Abortion - Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Lord Abortion
Album: Midian
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin Powell, Daniel Davey, Guiseppe Piras

Lyric:
Care for a little necrophilia

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll

I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Amyl Nitrate
Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them, to a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better to liken their names to a grave

Counting my years on an Abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horror scopes my diorama
A twelve part so far psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out

A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of cards
All turn up death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back
Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity slack

My ambition is to slay Anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

My heart was a wardrum beat by Jugular cults in Eerie Jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap lips and skin like sin
A Venus Mantrap my appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason till I was fulfilled

Whores d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine

Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the three?

I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
I'll let you sleep when I am through, you fucking whore

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that my razors wrung
Midst her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite my spiteful tongue

Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss, despair
I weep, they merely stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare

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Friday, August 20, 2010

N.Y. State Of Mind Part Ii - Lyrics - Nas

Title: N.Y. State Of Mind Part Ii
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Uh, yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man, word, it's time?
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit off
Set it off then nigga, set it off

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved me later from my block

N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?

Hustlers starve, they bust a U-e I jog
To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain strangle men
Niggaz gaspin' for air till they move no more
And just stare with dead eyes

Tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested

Had eight partners growin' up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggaz, went to fo' quick

When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin'
Four niggaz still hangin', years passed and slang changin'
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake shit

Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin' out to the death for these ends

New York, New York
(N.Y. State Of Mind)
(N.Y. State Of Mind)

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news

New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I mean?
New York state of mind, baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoe box
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox

Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs
Hoodrats flashin' they tongue
Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation

Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
'Cause I ain't playin', niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks

Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers

That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y. you can't live

Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug

It's easy to score but it's hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale

Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin', some real, some niggaz frontin'
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'

New York, New York
New York, New York

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

N.Y. State Of Mind Pt. Ii - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: N.Y. State Of Mind Pt. Ii
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man (Word, it's time?)
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit off
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starvethey bust a U-e I jog
To my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for airtil they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flippedfive niggaz, went to fo' quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit
Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But it's hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin

New York, New York
New York, New York

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

You Don'T Have To Go Home - Lyrics - One of the Boys - Gretchen Wilson

Title: You Don'T Have To Go Home
Album: One of the Boys
Artist: Gretchen Wilson
Composer(s): Gretchen Wilson, Vicky Mc Gehee, John D Rich

Lyric:
Well, they're flickin? on the bar lights, band's playin? one last song
And if you want another round better order it now it's last call
Crowd?s still rockin? and it?s 2:01
The bartender?s screamin? at the top of his lungs

You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
You can walk, you can crawl, get carried off by the law
But you will get the hell out of here

You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

Well, there?s a couple hidin' out, gettin? down in a bathroom stall
And there's a 20 dollar bet just waitin? on the eight ball to fall
Everybody's beggin' for one last shot
Before they kick our butts into the parking lot

You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
You can walk, you can crawl, get carried off by the law
But you will get the hell out of here

You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home

You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
You can walk, you can crawl, get carried off by the law
But you will get the hell out of here

You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Never Had It Made - Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Never Had It Made
Album: Carnival Of Carnage
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
First I was born young and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at school
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool
Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation

And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me 'cuz I'm going to grade three

Thank God it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss

Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head

So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking light post
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most

Now I'm a base head down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock

Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's mother

I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my own heart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive

Got my first taste of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains

You know all about me
You act like you ain't seen penitentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists

And I'm heading for the slammer
Serial killer, all on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck

Third day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swallowing kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking

That's strictly for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one club no take?

Stop, fool, stop or I'll fire
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
I'm all tangled up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut
You don't love me, I really don't care

Tie my ass up in the electric chair
I got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends
They thought that they had killed me

They took me to the morgue
I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board
I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife swinging all about

And motherfucking mother, mother, mother, motherfucking kill
I used to wonder what life's about
Until it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho, psycho nut

Now I'm living in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a straight jacket

'Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft

You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence

I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in

Now my life's gettin' dense
'Cuz my heart's still beating
On a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down

Thinking, thinking, thinking clown
Wicked, wicked, wicked clown
You wanna know all about a wicked clown
I never had it made

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Michael Franti

Title: We Don'T Stop
Artist: Michael Franti
Composer(s): Wodrowe Farguhson Jr, Carl Rogers Young, Michael Franti, T Parker, David Shul

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Lyric:
They gotta war for oil, a war for gold
A war for money and a war for souls
A war on terror, a war on drugs
A war on kindness, a war on hugs

A war on birds and a war on bees
They gotta a war on hippies tryin' save the trees
A war with jets and a war with missiles
A war with high seated government official

Wall Street war on high finance
A war on people who just love to dance
A war on music, a war on speech
A war on teachers and the things they teach

A war for the last five hundred years
War's just messin' up the atmosphere
A war on Muslims, a war on Jews
A war on Christians and Hindus

A whole lotta people sayin' kill them all
They gotta a war on Mumia Abu Jamal
The war on pot is a war that?s failed
A war that's fillin' up the nations jails

World war one, two, three and four
Chemical weapons, biological war
Bush war one and Bush war two
They gotta a war for me, they gotta a war for you

We can't stop it when the beat just drops
And we don't stop
We can't stop it when the rebel rock
And we don't stop

We can't stop until we hit those heights
And we don't stop
We can't stop because we love this life
And we don't stop

Dance to the new day, sing to the new day
Rhyme to the new day, transform hell into
Heaven God lives through, grab hold of today
Yesterday is over, tomorrow may be too late

Everything is one but the one is off balance
Music made for the dollar like soul and talent
Really ain't it all about a feelin' you was havin'
As a child runnin' wild before the mind programmin' set in

Threatenin' your establishment
Get in this energy, lay back and sit
The next men wreckin' to the master's lips
Head spin brethren, get to askin' if

Where, when, Mr. President, "What do you know?"
It's evident settin' in slow, "How does it go?"
An unprecedented event is about to unfold
The devil can't stop, won't stop blockin' the globe

Fall in a cell here, freedom come knockin' at the door
They try lockin' it though but we about to explode
We got the firefly, tiger eye apocalypse flow
So deep in the bottom of your bottomless soul

Send mind darts flyin' out without a pistol
Redesign lost minds got outta the cold
Bring order to a world that is outta control
"Truth", you say, I say, "How do I know?"

We can't stop it when the beat just drops
And we don't stop
We can't stop it when the rebel rock
And we don't stop

We can't stop until we hit those heights
And we don't stop
We can't stop because we love this life
And we don't stop

I wanna rock with punks because I love punk rock
I wanna rock with heads because I love hip hop
I wanna rock my beats all around the block
If I was in Baghdad then I would rock Iraq

I wanna rock with punks because I love punk rock
I wanna rock with heads because I love hip hop
I wanna rock my beats all around the block
There is just one love so the planet we rock

New world days and new world nights
New world wrongs and new world rights
Puttin' new world funds in the new world banks
With the new world guns on the new world tanks

New world devils and new world Gods
New world jails see the new worlds hard
New world names sing the new world songs
New world planes are the new world bombs

New world's flyin', the new world's dyin'
The new world's cryin', the new world's tryin'
New world sons and new world daughters
They are already sellin' us the new world water

New world beats for the new world to bang
New world streets for the new world to hang
New world president, new world drugs
New world resident, new world thugs

New world players for new world sports
New world trials for the new world courts
New world lawyers and new world laws
New world prisons and new world bars

New world fight, the new world's fists
New world lightin' up the new world spliffs
New world smoke in the new world lungs
New world's chokin', the new world's done

We can't stop it when the beat just drops
And we don't stop
We can't stop it when the rebel rock
And we don't stop

We can't stop until we hit those heights
And we don't stop
We can't stop because we love this life
And we don't stop

We can't stop it when the beat just drops
And we don't stop
We can't stop it when the rebel rock
And we don't stop

We can't stop until we hit those heights
And we don't stop
We can't stop because we love this life
And we don't stop

We don't stop
We don't stop
We don't stop
...

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Convo - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: The Convo
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Earl Simmons, Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Edward Joseph Penney, Damon Blackman, Jerry Gillespie

Lyric:
You tell me that there's love here
But to me it's blatant
Nothin' but all the blood here
I'm dealin' with Satan

Plus with all the hatin'
It's hard to keep peace
(Uh huh)
Thou shall not steal
But I will to eat

I tried doin' good, but
Good's not too good for me
Misunderstood
Why you chose the hood for me

Mean I'm aiight
I just had to work hard at it
Went to gran'ma for answers
An' she told me that God had it

So now here I am
Confused and full of questions
Am I born to lose
Or is this just a lesson

And who it's goin' choose
When it gets turned around
And will it be layin' in my own blood
And on the ground

My child, I've watched you grow up
And I've been there
(Uh huh)
Even at those times you least suspected it
I was there

And look at what I've given you
A talent to rhyme
I may not come when you call
But I'm always on time

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

But when the funds are low
The guns'll blow
Lookin' for that one that owe
Make 'em run that dough

No!
Put down the guns
And write a new rhyme
You'll get it all in due time, you'll do fine
Just have faith 'cuz you mine
(Uh huh)

And when you shine
It's goin' be a sight to behold
So don't fight to be old
Or lose sight when it's cold

See that light down the road
It's goin' guide you there
Two sets of footsteps
I was right beside you there

But what about them times I
Only saw one
Those were the times when I was
Under the gun

It was then
I carried you my son
Led you to safety
It just wasn't your time to face me
(Uh huh)

Ayo a few of them times
I thought you would erase me
But all you did was embrace me
Prepared me for the worst

Offered me eternal light
And scared me with the hearse
And the curse turned to grace
When the hurt turned to faith

No more runnin'
(Uh huh)
And slidin' in the dirt
'Cuz I'm safe

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in
Lord, we're just startin'
But where will it end

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in

So if I'm yo' man, I'm in yo' hand
Wus yo' plan
Never had a friend
'Cuz you couldn't trust your man

Learned to stand before I crawled
Things were twisted
And if you showed me anything at all
Then I missed it

Looked the wrong way
(Uh huh)
I've done some wrong things
(True)
Kept a bad attitude
But that's what wrong brings

And now you mean to tell me that
After all this time
It was you that kept the dog
From goin' out of my mind

It was you that breathed life
Into my lungs when I was born
And it was you that let me know
What was right from what was wrong

And it was you that let me do
What I knew what could be done
And it was you that gave me a good wife
And a beautiful son

And it's been you speakin' to me
Inside my mind
And it's been you who has forgiven
Time after time

It was you who opened my eyes
So I could see
And it was you who shined yo'
Light on me

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Friday, July 30, 2010

40 - Do It To Me - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Do It To Me
Artist: E
Composer(s): Vernon Burch, Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Trevor Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Charlie hust', busta bust', let's do it
He, he, he, he, flip mode, sic-wid-it
You know what's best for you, you better get widdit

I heard him talkin' but then he walkin', now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin' this kinda street chemistry
(Hell yeah)

I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin' to make it, it's all oh's

Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin' in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
Although I never owned a guitar
I, uh I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla

Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin'
And smockin' hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line, I was perkin'
Off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine, what cha playa patnah got

Flows, like a Latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin' and screamin' causin' contractions at my
Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any applicable age from dookie braids to Suki braids, deal widdit

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Check it out yo, do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together

Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs will bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned

No need for you to keep stalkin', hell but what you talkin'
Have you dusted like a zombie lookin' straight Christopher walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
About these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin' for me

You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin' how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

We doin' this to blow through it till you suffocate, losin' your breath
Till you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay, you know we do it to keep you flippin', do it for whylin'
Doin' it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin'

Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin' it
When we clubbin' all you hear is the live DJ rubbin' it
Runnin' it all into the ground, doin' it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid

My reals be pokin' and stickin' out like nipples
The felines, be lookin' at us like we some Popsicles
Busta rhyzimes and Charlie hustle or should I say fonzarelli
Poppin' they collars and workin' they star jelly

Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
Shove, forgot my gun but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fight Fire With Fire - Lyrics - Ride The Lightning - Metallica

Title: Fight Fire With Fire
Album: Ride The Lightning
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Clifford Lee Burton, James Alan Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Do unto others
As they've done to you
But what the hell is
This world coming to?

Blow the universe
Into nothingness
Nuclear warfare
Shall lay us to rest

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

We all shall die

Time is like a fuse
Short and burning fast
Armageddon's here
Like said in the past

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

We all shall die

Soon to fill our lungs
The hot winds of death
The Gods are laughing
So take your last breath

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire

Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight

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