Truth Or Death - Lyrics - Violent Demise: The Last Days - Body Count

Title: Truth Or Death
Album: Violent Demise: The Last Days
Artist: Body Count
Composer(s): Ernest T. Cunnigan, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Dennis Miles, Lloyd Roberts, Victor Ray Wilson

Lyric:
Lies, betrayal, lies, truth or death
Lies, betrayal, lies

Who the fuck can I trust?
The whole fuckin' world is built on deception, false perception
Look you dead in the eye and lie
Your best friend'll stab you in the back, yo, what the fuck is that

Politicians lie, what the fuck is that?
Your lover lies, what the fuck is that?
The police lies, what the fuck is that?
The church fuckin' lies, what the fuck is that?

Somebody tell me where's the truth
Every holy book is written by man, probably by a liar's hand
And if you feel that public schools are teachin'
Truth to the youth, motherfucka you livin' a lie too

Lawyers lie, what the fuck is that?
Doctors lie, what the fuck is that?
Doctors lie, what the fuck is that?
Your mother and father lie, what the fuck is that?
You lie to yourself, yo, what the fuck is that?

There is no truth only variations of lies
Don't try to figure it out
Honesty is extinct and if
It ever did exist the human race took it out

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My Death - Lyrics - The Paper Chase

Title: My Death
Artist: The Paper Chase
Composer(s): Jacques Brel, Mort Shuman, Eric Blau

Lyric:
My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score
Oh, whistle for her and the passing time
My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth
Let's laugh at that and the passing time

My death is like a witch at night, as surely as all love is blind
Let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is -you

My death is like a beggar blind, I'll see the world with an unlit mind
Throw me a dime for the passing time
My death comes to allow my friends a few good times, before it ends
Let's drink to that and the passing time

My death is in your arms, your thighs
Your cold fingers will close my eyes, let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
Whether angel or devil, I don't care, for in front of that door, there is you

My death is all among the fallen leaves
And magician's mysterious leaves, rabbits and dogs
When the passing time

My death hides all among the flowers
Where the darkest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death is in a double bed
Shades of oblivion run through my head, pull up the sheets
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is you

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My Death - Lyrics - Ziggy Stardust (Soundtrack) - David Bowie

Title: My Death
Album: Ziggy Stardust (Soundtrack)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
My death waits like an old roue'
So confident, I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Are we proud for that and the passing time?

My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Let's not think about the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's think of that and the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's think of that and the passing time

For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death waits there among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time

My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
So pull up your sheets against the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is, Thank You

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'Til Death Do Us Part - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: 'Til Death Do Us Part
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
When you look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
I don't think you even realize
The pride inside of me

I've walked my walk, talked my talk
Lived and died in my songs
Temptation cuts so deep
Its fires still burn so strong

You know I've lived a few mistakes
And I stand by them
It's me, myself and I
Til death do us part, yeah
Til death, til death do us part
Yeah yeah, no no no no

Hey, if you want to criticize
Then you can't believe anything you read
What you see is all of me
Yeah, I've talked the talk and walked the walk

Who thought I'd live this long
This life's been hard
Like a switchblade
Blind fate, suicide

You know I've lived a few mistakes
And I stand by them
It's me, myself and I
Til death do us part, yeah
Til death, til death do us part
No no no no no no

Yeah, sometimes my words may cut too deep
And I step on a toe or two
Well I'm half dead and barely half alive
But I live by the truth, I live by the truth

Til death, til death do us part
Til death, yeah
Til death do us part, yeah
Forever forever together

Forever and ever, forever
Til death, til death do us part
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Praise The Lord (Opium Of The Masses) - Lyrics - Dying Fetus

Title: Praise The Lord (Opium Of The Masses)
Artist: Dying Fetus
Composer(s): John Patrick Gallagher, Jason Netherton

Lyric:
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing
Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future?
God above or God below, questions no one can answer
Live the truth or die to know, it's my agnostic vision

Jews killing Muslims and Christians killing Jews
The circle is unending and all sides always lose
If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result
When history is rotten, the young, young and pure
Grow dead and cold

I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying
Organizing means dilution and results in persecution
Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in
Truth is not the faith you follow
It?s far more than you can ever know

Religion, the burden we carry forth
Mankind, addicted, the drug spreads on
Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission
Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected

God cannot be mass-projected
Or beaten out through forced confessions
It?s for all of us to ponder
Not for dogma?s chains to hold us down
Wake up and put the past where it belongs

Just beat them back 'til they are gone
'Cause their doctrines lead to misery
They?re prophets preaching fantasy
How can they hold themselves above the rest?

From holy birth to martyr?s death
The moral quest for life beyond
It?s just a pipe dream for the paranoid
The empty words of holy books will mislead all those that read

Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs
Born from flesh, just like all earth down below
Which came from a life form we can never know
(In our present context)

Pray for a world that only God above can save
The church is the reason why they?ve lost their way
Crusades and Inquisitions, Holy Wars, Jihad
They are the willing victims of a grand facade

Above it all, the lies are told, the masses follow without question
First to die or last to go, I know my convictions
Flesh and blood and spirit life, the trinity of my perception
Dead awake or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end

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Till Death Do Us Part - Lyrics - Till Death Do Us Part - Cypress Hill

Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Album: Till Death Do Us Part
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M Freese, Fred Nassar

Lyric:
How many times have we been thru this
I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist
We go way back and you held me down
And you helped me keep my feet moving in the ground
No matter what situation occasion
You were amazing, you knew just what it took to keep our love blazing
[Incomprehensible] when you love
The thug in me, but when we separated I was thinkin' foolishly

Remember when your ex boy tried to bug on me
I told him, "Bring it on, I'll buy you a slug on me"
He didn't like that but he didn't want the fight
Fuck 'em, he didn't know how to treat you right
We go hand in hand they don't understand a man
But you do and I really respect that, damn
We been down so long but it's all good
That's why I dedicate this song

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

Who would have thought it would last so long
So many loose-sighted think that they can't go wrong
I know I make so many mistakes
I know you felt neglected, you called me "Outta line"
If you thought I didn't respect it, I heard ya
But I never showed an emotion
If I haven't ever said it, you got all my devotion
When I fell hard you picked me up

Made me think about my life, where I'm going, a little tricky, huh?
I know at times, that you thought I would change
But I'm the same motherfucking brother even in spite of the fame
There might be some times we don't agree on somethin'
But don't never feel your thoughts don't mean nothing
Some'll try to steer you wrong, I'm not one of those people
Always tell it like it is, 'cause the truth will free you, but don't get mad
When the truth is lethal, I'm only telling you 'cause I got your back

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

You got my mind right and I don't know how you did it
When I trip not too many who can put with it
But you still there, still care, so rare, oh yeah
Got so much love, when you need, you can go there
I appreciate what you're doing for me
I had to open up my eyes so I can see the minutes we lost
Whenever I was out on tour, or gone
We can make 'em up, like never before

You want all the little things, that make it worth it
Why not, we can get it, we can both deserve it
It's hard, but nothing good, is ever so easy
We have a bond that wont break, no mistake, believe me
'Till death do us part', like I said from the start
You're the light that guides me thru when I'm in the dark
They said we'd neverlast but we're still strong
That's why I dedicate this song, c'mon

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

I do
I do

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Guerrilla Monsoon Rap - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Guerrilla Monsoon Rap
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Tk Greene, E Record, T Trotter, T Jamerson, S Mckenny, Talib Kweli, K West

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Let's do it

Kanye West, c'mon turn me up
And Black Thought, c'mon turn me up
And Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up
And Talib Kweli in the house with

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Yo, I hit these Rmcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of ifs and ands, it's just straight talkin'
It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create offense

Emcee species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin' nails into they own coffins
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin'
Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him

Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real Emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D, my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin' me

A black and blue emcees, actin' new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community lack unity
Still my rhymes heard like Ali De Phrase
Step off the stage to shouts of Kweli boomayyay

See these four Emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga you , gotta, understand the plot ta
Movin' and groovin' and always improvin' alot ta

I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra
Slash Chi Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

Okay, my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?

I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, gettin' Pharoahe for help

From natives walkin' in trailor tears to players sippin' Belvedere
We always comin' well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin' fear
Plus, even my niggaz from the Bede say you hella scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well aware

Your style under developed there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'

Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed spittin' contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress

I'm pissed, cumulus clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you wanna be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats

Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

We come through and all the shorties like, who dat?
Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat?
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat, nigga

That's what I'm talkin' about, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon, that's what I'm talkin' about, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
[Incomprehensible] Kanye West, Kweli
Black Thought, Monch Pharoahe

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Ghetto Thang - Lyrics - 3 Feet High And Rising - De La Soul

Title: Ghetto Thang
Album: 3 Feet High And Rising
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Mary had a little lamb, that's a fib
She had two twins though an' one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this effect is ground common in these parts

Now life in this world can be such a bitch
An' dreams are often torn an' shattered an' hard to stitch
Negative, the attitude that runs the show
When the stage is the G H E T T O

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow?
Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
An' Peter's pimpin' Jane an' John a punk

Infested are the halls also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy's flyin' high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
Attention in the largest span an' loves to lead

Always found at the jams but never dance
Just provoke violence due to one glance
The future plays no matter, just the present flow
When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O

Lies are pointed strong into your skull
Deep within your brain, against the wall
To hide or just erase a glowin' note
Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat

Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar
Those who blame the G for all bizarre
So open up your vents an' record well
For this is where we stand for the true tell

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there could be some ghetto games an' ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love an' ghetto change

Though confident, they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles? An' if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides?

Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown belief
Kill an' feed off your own brother, man
Has quickly been adopted as the master plan

Posses of our people has yet to provoke
Freedom or death to them is just a joke
What causes this defect? I don't know
Maybe it's the G H E T T O

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Standin' in the rain is nothin' felt
When problems hold more value but never dealt with
Buildings crumblin' to the ground
Impact noise is solid sound

But who's the one to say this life is wrong
When ghetto life is chosen strong
We seem to be misled about our dreams
'Coz dreams ain't what it seems
When it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Word, word, word, word

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Us Or Them - Lyrics - The Cure

Title: Us Or Them
Artist: The Cure
Composer(s): Jason Cooper, Simon Gallup, Roger O'Donnell, Perry Bamonte, Robert J. Smith

Lyric:
There is no terror in my heart
Death is with us all
We suck him down with our first breath
And spit him out as we fall

There is no terror in my heart
No dread of the unknown
Desire for paradise to be
Shall we love this on our own

No I don't want you anywhere near me
I don't want you anywhere near me
Get your fucking world out of my head
I don't want you anywhere near me
I don't want you anywhere near me
Get your fucking world out of my head

I don't want your "Us or them"
No I don't need your "Us or them"
Oh I don't want your "Us or them"
I don't need your "Us or them"
You're "Us or them"

I live in knowledge of real truth
And all my Gods are great!
The doleful cant of a bigot
Blinded by fear and hate

You live in knowledge of real truth?
Oh the biggest lie I heard
How sick in your mind and your soul
To be scared of my voice and my words

You don't want me anywhere near you
You don't want me anywhere near you
Get my fucking head out of your world
You don't want me anywhere near you
You don't want me anywhere near you
Get my fucking head out of your world

I don't want your "Us or them"
No I don't need your "Us or them"
Oh I don't want your "Us or them"
I don't need your "Us or them"
As the only way this ever ends is "Me"

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The Way - Lyrics - Bridge - Blues Traveler

Title: The Way
Album: Bridge
Artist: Blues Traveler
Composer(s): John Popper

Lyric:
Nobody told me it would be good
But I still wanted it to be
Do your homework like you should
Hoping something sets you free, what'll it be

Afraid of ultimate decay
Never stopping but to rust
Eager to get it underway
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if you must

And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation
Or God on the evening news
Or a fairy tale I might sing to you

But as you learn you will increase
You will affect your own release
A million ways to hear its voice
And in the end you've got no choice

You will finally feel aware
Of what you're part of everywhere
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way

You tell me god is dead
Well, I say God always was life and death
Living and dying all at once
That's all it ever does

Could be god is our idea
And ideas never die
Created in its image
We seek its light from up on high, give it a try

And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation
Or God on the evening news
Or a fairy tale I might sing to you

But as you learn you will increase
You will affect your own release
A million ways to hear its voice
And in the end you've got no choice

You will finally feel aware
Of what you're part of everywhere
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way

I wanna try to play the way
Like R2-D2 squeaks and beeps and tells me everything
You know there's so much else to say
That the only way to even try is to just to start your riffing

Is it the chicken or the egg
It's the very notion to even try to figure out which one came first
I hate to see somebody beg
The infinite eternal chase, the quenching of the thirst

And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation
Or God on the evening news
Or a fairy tale I might sing to you

But as you learn you will increase
You will affect your own release
A million ways to hear its voice
And in the end you've got no choice

You will finally feel aware
Of what you're part of everywhere
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way

There is a way
There is a way
There is a way

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The Struggle Will Be Lost - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Struggle Will Be Lost
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Carl Thomas, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle will be lost, lost

If you continue to do the shit you be doing with disloyalty, nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me, nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to start destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother

Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick
And still live with your mother
Copping shit that superseded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood
And taking care of your family?

Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing
Why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs

Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
'Cause he know if we knew the truth
We'd make his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to ball
While the devil be sitting and watching, plotting how to murder us all

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
The struggle would be lost, lost

Hey yo, that's why I'm hustling harder
Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That's why my persona will come with
Such a karma to be getting this paper
'Cause I ain't with the slavery labor

A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
Than those that believe when they die they probly
Meet the creator that's crazy, how we become slaves
To mental death and power that comes
With becoming even more of a dumber ass

The devil robbing you blind, concealing the truth from niggas
While we be struggling they murder the mind
The wickedness sneak on you quicker
When they creep from behind continue to speak
The truth ?til it weaken your spine

Now check it, the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
You can't see it like you living on a street for the blind
Young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
Fly cuisine food poisoned 'cause you eatin' the swine

I stay struggling and doing for Delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails

Now listen, they got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it and I hope you feeling the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat
You in the head with the math

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs
(Happy thanksgiving)
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Happy thanksgiving)

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Happy thanksgiving)
With the crack and the guns, death and disease
They called for you or your
(Happy thanksgiving)

No whips, no brew, no weed to smoke, not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost

(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost
(Say it again)
The struggle would be lost, lost

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Die - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Die
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Daven Vanderpool, Edgar Hill, Dwight Grant, Eddie Scoresazy

Lyric:
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas in the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave

When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from age, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die 'cuz I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin'
No vest section from my chest missin'

Die 'cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a reckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
'Cuz a broke ass nigga tried to say I assed bet 'em
Die from a shot from a cig war glock
From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die 'cuz I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'

Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die 'cuz a nigga thought I snitched to the feds
Die wit a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die 'cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, and malt liquor
Die 'cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die 'cuz the cops tricked me to say that man

Die 'cuz I hesitated to spray that man
Die 'cuz I hesitated to pay that man
Die 'cuz my man passed me a empty tool
Die 'cuz I panicked, couldn't keep my cool
Die 'cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
Or die 'cuz them niggas in jail, envyed me
Die tryin' to steal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity

Or die 'cuz the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die 'cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn't cock
Die 'cuz a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die 'cuz them niggas thought the coke was in the spot
Die 'cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
Die 'cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die 'cuz a nigga was tryin' to get a name
Or die 'cuz it was just my time to feel the flame

Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine
Take a couple shots to the heart, to the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the Masjid makin' Salott

We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave
We chapters of the same book, just a different page
Niggas of the struggle all out to get paid
Doin' what we gotta do to avoid the raid
Avoid the cage, but you can't avoid the grave

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Built For This - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Built For This
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Cory Mc Kay

Lyric:
It's time to separate the rookies from vets
Pussies from threats, truth from lies
Supplies from dealers and death
I'm feelin' this, I'm young and ruthless
Status unmatched, undisputed, some assuming
My destiny to rep these streets

I'm built for this, the will is too strong
Feeling's numb from dealing too long
It's real count ya friends when you on
My pen is visual, I'm real, men are miserable
I feel the tension growing, you hold a grudge
A 45 with infra holding no love
Hungry like my ribs are showin', as if you didn't notice
I spit the potent, uncut, raw, my mind is pure ferocious
Like a shark, I tear you open, cut you blood in my ocean
My pen it ghost people, like dope needles

When I rhyme there's no equal
The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair, I'm so lethal
Obviously, I'm a vill, with odds against me
Like Rasheed Wallace, it's hard to stick me
I'm built for this, in the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty
30-30 clips will shower, you exist 'cause I allow you to live
I conquered you, I kinda knew you was weak, I can see how cowards do
I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectance
My essence is gettin' money, my aura like Lexus

On the mic I'm relentlence, pursue the perfection
Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw, what
I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki
Or a dime satisfy my every need
I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me
Some smile at my face, yet they still against me

I doubt the fake, never sleep or deny death for waste
Or conversate in the presence of snakes
When and where and time I'm measuring weight
You destined to think or where does he get this paper
Son, we nearly extinct
I realized that when buried Spank, the real will perish ya life
Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is excellent

M for the man, E executioner
G get money, A all my niggas movin' up
I'm built for this, for real it's in me
Like RK, I make you feel the big heat
The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto
I conceal on these streets that to uphold the kiss of death
Tryin' to deal ki's and snort blow, you cant replace me

I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain't real I see it in ya eyes
I spit nines, weigh coke on scales thats digitalized
The realness I live and die, the streets I epitomize, the trife life
I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics
Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out
Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out
I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth

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Spazzola - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Spazzola
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Patrick Charles, J. Grant, Jason Hunter, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
Deadly medley part two
That's my word
It ain't safe no more, bitch

Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Movin' with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
Red the head in, dapple light centered, east remains hot with police
But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
Extended clip rewind, bust mine
Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions
Observe the magnetic attraction and it's time for some grid

Iron rap, action-packed grudge match
Tough act to follow, hard copy novel, throw you off the Verrazano
We swimmin' with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard
Stamp my initial in your birthmark
P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe
Black expo, Tecs in Afros, we back yo
It's Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device
Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights

Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my A-Alikes
Splurgin', dirty to the grain, no detergent
Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty
Submergin', deeper in the lecture I'm servin'
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurtin' your person, I'm certain it's curtains

It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures bass

Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 glocks
Technique of rhyme pop machine gun ammo
Sporadic flow buckled a foe, intro to outro
Calico, throw verse but slide my dough first
I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk
From the Shao' borough, whylin' out on the furlow
Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno

It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees
Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds
Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede
For the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
Equipped to perform the task
S I N Y and what, head or gut?
The head rush will 'cause your cerebellum to bust

We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous to fuck with these ravenous
Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
Extravagant, jewel drop a helicopter high
Up into the sky, lines philosophize, I got stocks to buy
Watch my pockets rise to the bottom bust confide in God
In Sin I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust
I intend to build and fortify in men
Mastermind rhymin', navigate the globe then retire quick

Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black ac'
Tackle that, ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap
Slang A-K, national, geographical
Mathematical, slide up in your work casual
Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl
All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable

Rap mayors who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
Sly-workin', network bezerk, mad hurtin'
Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Blooming dales
Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your Benz window

It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures bass

Spazzola, S I N Y 10304
Lock your doors, crack your jaws
Drop your drawers
It's all day everyday with this rap souflee

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Chain Smoking - Lyrics - Coalesce

Title: Chain Smoking
Artist: Coalesce
Composer(s): James Dewees, Stacy Hilt, Sean Ingram, Joseph Steineger

Lyric:
Fairy tales of fire, more trials of strength and tribulations
That mean life or death for us all here, you are boring me
Solutions not emotion, emotion not declarations
I?m repeating nothing, I?m caring not, save the tired cliche's
For the already converted poetic licenses have been severely strained

Kill that albatross for it?s not of truth
It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice
Kill that fucker there?s no wrath to follow
It?s godless and it?s incoherent and it?s still in the flesh

I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds
And that?s all you are, a politician, too much gray stop it
There?s too much, no cut and dry truth to be had
Black and white?s long been nonexistent, so I part my way

Kill that fucker, there?s no wrath to follow
It?s godless, it?s incoherent and it?s in the flesh, kill it

So what is the point anyway? You do not give a fuck
About people and god takes care of his own
Let?s drag them into the streets, death to all carnivores
And vivisectors and don?t stop there

Don?t stop with names like fag and nigger
By your own word we are all gods and everyone
Anyone might think undesirable deserves death
Sin doesn?t exist anymore, we are merely animals

Kill the albatross for it?s not of truth
It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice
Kill that fucker there?s no wrath to follow
It?s godless and it?s incoherent and it?s still in the flesh

I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds
So I part my way, she?ll shake herself free of us soon enough
And nothing will have mattered, he?s coming a second time
One last time then it?s just a matter of how long it will be
Before we are considered a find

Another artifact in the dips and rises of civilization
But still it has turned into a commodity and I listened to you
Every last one and still I ate it all, I believed it all

Now I just hate it all, I?ve never been so conceited to think
That our fate doesn?t lie in God, so ask me again if I care
I?m not for sale but I?m still coming after you and I am collecting

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Punishment - Lyrics - Urban Discipline - Biohazard

Title: Punishment
Album: Urban Discipline
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, Robert Hambel, William Graziadel, Daniel Shuler

Lyric:
I question, not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as life gets smothered

If the lines can be read between
Maybe you can tell me then what it all means
He who paints the big picture runs the whole scene

Locked down, I gotta get it out
Impending doom, a cloud above my head
Why me? My faith has been devout
Blasphemous? Am I better off dead?

Punishment, for all my sins

A burning thought inside my mind
Has me full of pity for all of human kind
As we move forth, we fall further behind

Fear of death, will my life go on?
Controlled fate on the corner rolling dice
Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong
In my eyes, who really pays the price

My lament for the human race
Guilty, punishment for all my sins

Dread the day that brings the truth
Punishment for what I've done
Sentence me for all my sins
Bound in fear for what I've got
Though not much, it seems a lot
Life is death and no one wins

Bustin' my ass, another day, another dollar
As I kneel down and I confess to the Father
I'm suffering a burning question of the truth
Whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump off of the roof
'Cause I did things normal, just like all my friends
But now I'm positive and life it all ends

Punishment, for all my sins, I repent

In reality, we all must face the fact
That the majority of the people
Are out there smoking crack
Getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins
The question must be asked if we have any brains left

Or right or wrong in this song
A question we all ask and must answer before long
'Cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal?
The sentence is death and to what court do I appeal?

Punishment, for all my sins, I repent

Punishment

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Snow Day - Lyrics - Anything Else But the Truth - The Honorary Title

Title: Snow Day
Album: Anything Else But the Truth
Artist: The Honorary Title
Composer(s): Jarrod Gorbel, Aaron Kamstra

Lyric:
The window fogs from my breath
My face pressed up close, up close against
Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight
And praying for accumulation all through the night

These confrontations puncture the skin
Reveal evidence that you are easily broken, you're so easily broken
Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death

Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
Keep the bus from coming
Let us stay at home so we can avoid the daily drudgery
The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep

Seasons, weakening the hold the blades dulled
From the front that hints the snow warming engine slowly turns
Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death

Adrenaline fuels my
Fist grinds my teeth through sleep

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Punishment [Demo Version] - Lyrics - Tales From The B-Side - Biohazard

Title: Punishment [Demo Version]
Album: Tales From The B-Side
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, Robert Hambel, William Graziadel, Daniel Shuler

Lyric:
I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered

If the lines can be read between
Maybe you can tell me then what it all means
'Cause he who paints the big picture
Runs the whole scene

Locked down, I gotta get it out
Impending doom, a cloud above my head
Why me? My faith has been devout
Blasphemous, am I better off dead?

Punishment for all my sins

A burning thought inside my mind
Has me full of pity for all of human kind
As we move forth, we fall further behind

Fear of death, will my life go on?
Controlled fate on the corner rolling dice
Punishment but I've done nothing wrong in my eyes
Who really pays the fucking price

My lament for the human race
Guilty punishment for all my sins

Dread the day that brings the truth
Punishment for what I've done, sentence me for all my sins
Bound in fear for what I've got though not much it seems a lot
Life is death and no one wins

Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar
As I kneel down and I confess to the Father
That I'm suffering a burning question of the truth
Whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof
'Cause I did things normal and just like all my friends
But now I'm positive and life it all ends

Punishment, for all my sins, I repent

In reality, we all must face the fact
That the majority of the people are out there smoking crack
Getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins
The question must be asked if we have any brains left

Or right or wrong in this song
A question we all ask and must answer before long
'Cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal
The sentence is death and to what court do I appeal?

Punishment for all my sins, I repent
Punishment

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee

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There I Go Again - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: There I Go Again
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Straight burn biscuits, baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut
Turn them headphones up

No doubt son, no problem
Creepin' it though, baby
It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level

Yo, as this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped up game
Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing

'Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen, niggas talkin' like they generals
They just mere captains

The streets there's rules, slugs hit 'em with infractions
And then there's Hollywood, if you want some fuckin' acting
You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood
Give 'em heart now they icin', I'm like nigga what's good?

'Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death
Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

Ay, yo, don't make me have to body something
Fuck you and what you known for, to me you're nothin'
I don't see why in the world to me you frontin'?
And if you was that nigga then you still mean nothing

Homes, my gun is bustin'
(What?)
Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin'
And I be right there on Murdle Ave, come through
You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do

I get bullet proof love, pounds and hugs
You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood
You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should
Not do that, I use that, lugar good, catch a bad one
Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street

Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P?
Not near one of y'all and I put that on me
But if [unverified]

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

Yo, believe me dog there's more than
Cockin' and squeezin' and afterward
That nigga still be breathin'
And who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then?

For a reward nigga just might turn you in
I take it further and I might just murder him
That mouthpiece all together, I'm curbin' him
It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens
It's very real, ain't got no time to pretend

Yo, feelin' it thugs, I dump a magazine on you Dunn
I'll run up on you niggas with the master glove
Dunn, there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt
I know it's nothin' for you, the pain to have me killed

I respect the laws of war and love, I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it Dunn, straight out, shit it when them guns come out

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

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