| 21 Jan 2008 10:38 pm |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 26  Joined: 06 May 2007 Posts: 3,026 OFFLINE | For me, I would have to say these
DISCIPLE BY SLAYER
Drones since the dawn of time
Compelled to live your sheltered lives
Not once has anyone ever seen
Such a rise of pure hypocracy
I’ll instigate I’ll free your mind
I’ll show you what I’ve known all this time
God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All
You know it’s true God hates this place
You know it’s true he hates this race
Homicide-Suicide
Hate heals, you should try it sometime
Strive for Peace with acts of war
The beauty of death we all adore
I have no faith distracting me
I know why your prayers will never be answered
God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All
He Fuckin' hates me
Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark
Global chaos feeding on hysteria
Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game
Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high
Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time
I’m waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies
I never said I wanted to be God’s disciple
I’ll never be the one to blindly follow
Man made virus infecting the world
Self-destruct human time bomb
What if there is no God would you think the fuckin' same
Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith
Wake the fuck up can’t ignore what I say
I got my own philosophy
I hate everyone equally
You can’t tear that out of me
No segregation -separation
Just me in my world of enemies
I never said I wanted to be God’s disciple
I’ll never be the one to blindly follow
I’ll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple
I reject this fuckin' race
I despise this fuckin' place
RAINING BLOOD BY SLAYER
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the skys crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!
SPHERES OF MADNESS BY DECAPITATED
On bigger than everything
In the crown of your own self you preach darkness
Yet would you be able to obey the lack of light?
Darkness, light, word, existence
Could it be false?
Salvation is nothing- nothing is salvation
The great fractal of existence sinks into itself
Nature calls for destroyer, desires
It’s the highest time for zero to come
Collapsing reality craves for the end
Everything rots in itself
Maybe its time to stop worshipping the own image
So non-existence is the only sense?
I rise in spheres of madness
In darkness of unknown I perish
To see, to remain in all time
Eternity in second, not!
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 | | 21 Jan 2008 10:44 pm |
12 days left. Splee? Rep: 75 Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 28,500 OFFLINE | Sowhatusayin?
South Central Cartel Productionsf/Jayo Felony & others
[Havoc]
It’s a motherfuckin shame.
Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin
paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap.
But um, check this shit out.
Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay.
All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this
shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay.
[Havoc]
Bailin up outta the cut, I’m breakin em off for this 95 G thang
Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang
Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off
Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off
Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites
Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light
We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit
Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time
Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav
Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you can’t see me
Pump pump that Havoc’ll have it crazy motherfucka
Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka
[Jayo Felony]
The original from the block, ready to pop and drop
Glock on cock, Felony’s the locest as I focus like a mug shot
Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava
I’m wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva
How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC
Nigga close your eyes cuz you ain’t seeing me
Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still
Pissin in a cup, and I’m not givin a fuck
It’s on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors
Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka
I’m a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off
Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em
Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option
Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption
I’m shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet
I’m addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes
Let’s take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc?
I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke
Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick
Cuz at the end of the world there’s gon be gangstas
Cockroaches, and sherm sticks
[Prodeje]
Yeah, headbangas in the house yo.
You playa hatas can’t stop this gangsta shit.
You know what I’m sayin? Haha
[Hook1:]
Step up, step off punk ass niggas
I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton
Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas
Or even before you’re thikin bout farting
[Hook2: X2]
So what you saying? So what you saying?
I’m lettin my gat bust
You bustas and you marks know I just don’t trust
[Prodeje]
Back on that flow, don’t you know
It’s that Prod from that sqaud
Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob
Metamorphisize from that BG to OG
All I see is G’s but you bustas can’t see me
Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold
I’m kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold
I’m on the creeps on them vouges
Droppin 6 to them 4’s
Makin records, going gold
That’s my story in Vouge
Still try to break me but you’re broke
As I spoke, loc
Suckas hate the gunsmoke
Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe
You think it’s settled when we knuckle up
I got insane like Saddam
And wreck your posse with my finger fuck
[Young Prod?]
Five four three two um
Here it comes, one more time
Pistol whip dump when I’m packin up mine
Y’all don’t wanna do nothin, I’ma keep on bustin
(....?....)
G’s need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack
I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days
So why must you drive my G flow
I swallow your ass up like Cujo
And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle
Seventeen (?) in your ass like a raffle
So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D
I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G
[MC Eiht]
I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
Nigga, how’d you figga like a bitch I let you get away
Westside, CPT G’s that don’t play
I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt
Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup
My nigga Bird got my back when we square off
Toe to toe, don’t ya know surprise here comes the left blow
You get the steel toed boot, to your chin
You can’t win, oops it splits out your front tooth
Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work
You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa
Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night
I hit your block cuz I don’t care
Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah
[Hook2 X2]
[Treach]
I heard niggas had beef with SCC
And he was headed for the airport
Landed ass branded way up north
>From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases
Torches porched and piss out the pieces
Nigga wasn’t witty nor fuckin worthy
Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to
hide in Jersey
That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley
To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali
Yes, with the murder, I said it flex
West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express
Cuz we strike and we don’t lack for the wack
The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back!
[Sh’Killa]
Break yoself, it’s Sh’Killa, make way while I spray
Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay
Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop
While those who rank high in might ride on top
Retaliation a must when I bust or blast
Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask
Can’t stop me I’m sick and I gives a fuck
See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust
Break yoself, once again it’s on
I’m takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one
Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit
Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick
[Spice 1]
Niggas playa hate ya but I’m Naughty by Nature
Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so let’s go get the guns
Takin they shit, gankin they riches, (?) so a nigga can’t sew
up your spot
I’m leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas
Can’t see me like Ray Charles
Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA!
Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK
It’s that nigga from the east bay
Killin off shit when the gat spray
Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta
High billers we makin a nigga fry
Let’s all die, murder up some niggas call “Can I?"
With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw!
With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw!
---
Versus Debates Rules
 | | | 21 Jan 2008 11:18 pm |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 5 Joined: 07 Sep 2005 Posts: 2,675 OFFLINE | weird guy (my verse) 
Stand in the dark, spilling my flagrant heart, to a custom that harks/
As far back as the day that sinners hopped into Noah’s Ark//
The stark manner I told my sins begins to make the priest/
queasy, silently wishing my quick decease//
While easing my conscience with thoughts of forgiveness/
For the guy I blinded while high, over a pint of Guinness//
As we finished a sickness crept through the preacher’s stomach/
He was tired of being used like a bottomless alembic//
A reconciliation clinic for guiltless tenants/
That could care less if the guy they killed had been the reverend//
Schizophrenics who live in an alternate world/
where raping girls, stealin’ pearls, and etcetera unfurls//
like a scroll; the priest’s mind was soon dulled to the crime/
like pencils; a worn utensil that’s reused so many times//
its lost its natural shine, rechargeable alkaline done fried/
head held up to the sky, tryna find that peace of mind//
through the protection of the bars he looks into my eyes/
and tells me an unwitting lie: “everything will be alright”//
as I leave, his chest heaves from the horror of it all/
ideals crumble; hunger for resolve makes his stomach rumble//
| | | 21 Jan 2008 11:30 pm |
Live like an angel, die like a devil Rep: 20 Joined: 01 Apr 2007 Posts: 12,759 OFFLINE | In Nomine Satanas by venom
In the name of Satan
We’ll acheive our goal
With the blessings of Hades
We’ll outlive our role
Through the power of Hellfire
We will gather our strength
With the blood of mere mortals
Our thirst will be quenched
In the name of Satan
Great things can be done
Through the lore of the demons
Satan’s song can be sung
Gather around my Legions
For in time you’ll see
Mortals screaming for mercy
At the king for world war three
Hail Satanas
In nominai Deinochous
Satanas Lucifre excelsis
In the name of Satan
We’ll take what we need
Rock and roll damnation
Let your heart bleed
Sensing the distaster
So we’ll blame our hate
Hell bore Satan’s child
To use you as our bait
Hear infernal legions plead
As Satan sings his songs of war
As I see mortal corpses rise
Up from the depths
I care not for the whore
I shall destroy the priests
Bound in chains and demned in Hell
I shall n’er release their souls
For the internal torment always reigns
Summon legions of the night
For we are now as one....
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 | | | 22 Jan 2008 03:08 pm |
speakerzz nli Guest | NY State of Mind - Nas
Intro: Nas
Yeah yeah aiyyo black it’s time (word?)
(Word it’s time nigga?)
Yeah it’s time man (aight nigga begin)
Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don’t make it back
I don’t know how to start this shit yo now
Verse One: Nas
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician inflictin composition
of pain I’m like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I’m extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I’m suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I’ll defeat foes
Y’all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, “Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn’t look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn’t shoot now I’m in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I’m jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn’t see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It’s like the game ain’t the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz’ll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it’s good she’ll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I’m in a New York state of mind
(“New York state of mine” — > Rakim *repeat 4X*)
Verse Two: Nas
Be havin dreams that I’ma gangster — drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain’t the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I’ll have niggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I’ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I’m livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don’t think I’m too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we’re held like hostages
It’s only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I’m takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That’s where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I’ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing’s equivalent, to the new york state of mind
(“New York state of mind” — > Rakim *repeat 4X*)
(“Nasty Nas” — > cut and scratched 8X32c:96
| | | 25 Jan 2008 09:41 pm |
Punchline King Rep: 1 Joined: 07 Apr 2007 Posts: 6,183 OFFLINE | CAN I LIVE - JAY Z
Yeah, (hah, yeah) Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y’all know?(something, something)
Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness
Sort of a desperation(live nigga)
Through that desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin
But we feel we have nothin to lose(everything to gain)
so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, (right)
What do you bring to the table?
While I’m watchin every nigga watchin me closely
my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes’ll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
I don’t sleep, I’m tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
a brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine
til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can’t lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me
lack of respect for authority, laughin hard
Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill’in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic
Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
Lock my body can’t trap my mind, easily
explain why we adapt to crime
I’d rather die enormous than live dormant that’s how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin
The NSX rental, don’t be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie’s present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas
Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?
Can I live?
My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
like a Lexus, if driven wrong it’s sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don’t lease
we buy the whole car, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE
on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it boils to steam, it comes to it
we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
gettin cream let’s do this, it gets tedious
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
stressed right? Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y’all
---
Lil Wayne-This is Southern face it/If we to simple then yall don’t get the basicsMCeastside wrote:
king john nigga you could go famous with yo lyrics\best ive seen so far
| | | 01 Feb 2008 04:32 pm |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 26Joined: 06 May 2007 Posts: 3,026 OFFLINE | DEMON’S GATE by CANDLEMASS
Across the Styx among the mists of Hades
a gate of stones marks the path
to soul’s damnation and hell’s wrath
Ancient evil is awaiting there
at the doorstep to hell
within it’s darkness the demons dwell
From the dark age the passage hail
created by witchcraft and hate
where every sinner will meet his fate
The place is cursed by the hands of doom
unholy powers in reign
the devil’s paradise of pain
Approach !
The Eibon opens for you
the choirs of damnation, call you on through
The twilight possesses, the heart of your soul
the starlight is fading to black, into the
Demons gate
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| | | 01 Feb 2008 04:47 pm |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 14 Joined: 25 Oct 2007 Posts: 3,449 OFFLINE | Lifehouse: Hanging by a moment
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I’m closer to where I started
Chasing after you
I’m falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I’ve held onto
I’m standing here until you make me move
I’m hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I’m lacking
Completely incomplete
I’ll take your invitation
You take all of me now...
I’m falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I’ve held onto
I’m standing here until you make me move
I’m hanging by a moment here with you
I’m living for the only thing I know
I’m running and not quite sure where to go
And I don’t know what I’m diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
There’s nothing else to lose
There’s nothing else to find
There’s nothing in the world
That can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I’m closer to where I started
Chasing after you....
I’m falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I’ve held onto
I’m standing here until you make me move
I’m hanging by a moment here with you
I’m living for the only thing I know
I’m running and not quite sure where to go
And I don’t know what I’m diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
Just hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment here with you
Cold: with my Mind
In a violent world
Where deception’s free
Things I can’t control
Taking over me
Did they try to take
My identity
So what the hell
Have they done to me!
I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
This life for me
Changes everyday
I will stand up tall
I won’t be betrayed
If you play with fire
I’ll control the flame
I’ll do anything
To make you believe!
I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
I will take your thoughts away
And I’ll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
I’ll take all your thoughts away
And I’ll ingnite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
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“It is better to die on your feet like a man, than to live life on your knee’s like a fucking dog"Last edited 01 Feb 2008 04:51 pm by Kyle Knight | | | 04 Jul 2008 01:14 am |
EX-TALIBAN Guest | You think i’m who man you got it all wrong
i’m that same guy you saw on CNN with the .....
ex-...... coming straight from sudan
fought in palestine, iraq even in lebanon
when i use the gun i never miss the aim
through hot desert heat or thunderstorm rain
in afghanistan is where i been trained
so killing peoples a game... and i love playing
i been shot many times and i nearly been drowned
fought deep underground dodging enemy rounds
its been 20 long years but i never been found
so when i come around town you know whats going down
i could still hear the sounds of gunfire and screams
things you never seen in your wildest dreams
from a tyrant king, to extreme regimes
.........., the mean fighting machine.
| | | 04 Jul 2008 01:38 pm |
UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 8 Joined: 13 May 2007 Posts: 1,338 OFFLINE | Lupe Fiasco- Intruder Alert
She said there was no love in her heart,
Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart,
She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars,
Then one day a guy came along and probably help her start,
He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again,
Before long she was cool with giving hugs to him,
Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong,
The alarms in her mind didn’t tell her he didn’t belong,
There was no,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
He said nobody else ever loved him,
That’s why he’d get high enough to go touch the heavens above him,
Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him,
Every alley he ever stepped in, every purse that he snuck in,
Every level of hell he’s been to and the one that he’s stuck in,
The one he can’t escape, even though it’s of his own construction,
Maybe you can relate, maybe you’re one of those that just doesn’t,
Maybe he doesn’t care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
Famine striking his home, landing no social standing,
In the econmic pecking order of emergency relief distribution systems,
Is in disorder, he’s checking water, making sure it’s safe enough for his daughter,
To float across in the boat he built, hopefully strong enough to support her,
Praying border patrols don’t catch her and process and deport her,
Before she reach the shore of the land of the free, where they feed you,
Treat you like equals, decieve you, stamp you and call you illegal,
and there’s an,
Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]
---
My Fanbase Spans From Vans to Timbalands..- Lupe..the Illest
 Last edited 04 Jul 2008 01:39 pm by Vintage | | | 19 Jul 2008 09:52 pm |
Wannabe Rep: 2 Joined: 18 Jul 2008 Posts: 34 OFFLINE | BROADWAY - Goo Goo Dolls
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night’s gone too far
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls
Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it’s someplace that you’ve been
You see you’d love to run home
But you know you ain’t got one
And you’re livin' in a world
That you’re best forgotten around here
Chorus
You choke down all your anger
Forget your only son
You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
Your anger don’t impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the losers day parade
You see you’d love to run home
But you know you ain’t got one
'Cause you’re livin' in a world that you’re best forgotten
And when you’re thinkin' of a joke
And nobody’s gonna listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' round here
Chorus
You see you’d love to run home
But you know you ain’t got one
'Cause you’re livin' in a world
That you’re best forgotten
And if you’re thinkin' of a joke
Do you think that they’ll listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' round here
Chorus
LONG ROAD TO RUIN - Foo Fighters
Here now don’t make a sound
Say have you heard the news today?
One flag was taken down
To raise another in its place
A heavy cross you bear
A stubborn heart remains unchanged
No home, no life, no love
No stranger singing in your name
Maybe the season
The colours change in the valley skies
Dear God I’ve sealed my fate
Running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight
Let’s say we take this town
No king or queen of any state
Get up to shut it down
Open the streets and raise the gates
I know one wall to scale
I know a field without a name
Head on without a care
Before it’s way too late
Maybe the season
The colours change in the valley skies
Oh, God I’ve sealed my fate
Running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead ends
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight
For every piece to fall in place
Forever gone without a trace
Your horizon takes its shape
No turning back, don’t turn that page
Come now, I’m leaving here tonight
Come now, let’s leave it all behind
Is that the price you pay?
Running through hell, heaven can wait
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead ends
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead ends
Long road to ruin there in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight
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 | | | 20 Aug 2008 01:00 am |
Regular Rep: 3Joined: 15 Aug 2008 Posts: 126 OFFLINE | Mobb Deep-Shook Ones part 2
(Intro)
Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
for real niggas who ain’t got no feelings
keep your eyes open
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this
just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it’s a murda)
[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare,
beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for,
all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face,
stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you’re in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they’re whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don’t move me
you’re minor, we’re major
you all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player
don’t make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots’ll make you levitate
I’m only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real
my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain’t nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don’t know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn’t choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation now,
take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...
earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain’t a crook son, he’s just a shook one...shook one
[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it’s a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain’t no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don’t know me, there’s no relation
Queensbridge niggas don’t play
I don’t got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I’m bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you’re scared to hold
and when the smoke clears
you’ll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don’t want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don’t fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child’s place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I’m sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I’m buggin' think I’m how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I’m alive I’ma live illegal
and once I get on I’ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don’t be caught sleepin'
cause I’m creepin'
Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he’s just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)
they shook...
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain’t a crook son, he’s just a shook one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain’t got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he’s just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...
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God will put you through hell just to get you to heaven.~T.I | | | 20 Aug 2008 01:11 am |
Regular Rep: 9 Joined: 15 Aug 2008 Posts: 867 OFFLINE | "Get 'Em Girl”
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y’all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I’m moving the movement
Whether buddist or budah, that’s judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I’m the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I’ll leave you wholy, holy, you’ll say “Holy Moly”
Here come the coroner get 'em, play “Rolly Poley”
I’ll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it’s repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
Bitches say I’m the man, I tell 'em “Nevermind”
[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let’s get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
[Cam’Ron]
You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers (I’m getting money nigga)
So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say (I’m getting money nigga)
First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I’m getting money nigga)
Y’all faking the fizzle, I’m caking for shizzle
Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled
Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room (I’m getting money nigga)
Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie “Cacoon”, had my uzi, platooned (I’m getting money nigga)
[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let’s get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
[Cam’Ron]
My team is the “Goonies” we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I’m looney
But proceeded to moon me (I’m getting money nigga)
Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I’ll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a maury flow, from the maury show
Fuck around, y’all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
And I’m lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that’s the Okey, Dokey
Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here’s some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here’s a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty, now I’m up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?
Killa
[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let’s get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
---
 | | | 20 Aug 2008 01:20 am |
Addict (beyond 1337) Rep: 47 Joined: 04 Mar 2008 Posts: 8,748 OFFLINE | Intro:]
... presidents to represent me (Roc)
Im out for presidents to represent me (Uh. Roc-a-fella y’all)
Im out for presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me
[Verse I:]
Who wanna bet us that we don’t touch lettuce,
stack cheddars forever,
live treacherous, all the etceteras,
to the death of us, me and my confidants
we shine, you feel the ambiance
y’all niggas just rhyme,
by the ounce doe accumulates like snow,
we dont just shine, we illuminate the whole show,
ya feel me?,
factions from the other side would love to kill me,
spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat,
fuck em, they hate a nigga lovin his life,
in all possible ways, know the feds is buggin my life,
hospital days, reflectin with my man laid up,
on a uptown hot block, he got his side sprayed up,
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor setback,
yo still in all we livin, just dream about the getback,
that made him smile though his eye said “pray for me”,
I’ll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully,
murder is a tough thing to digest, its a slow process,
and I aint got nothing but time,
I had near brushes, not to mention,
3 shots close range, never touched me,
divine intervention cant stop I,
from drinking mataje, with tata, down in nevada, ha ha pa pa,
word life, by dabbling crazy weight,
without rap I was crazy straight,
partna I’m still spending money from '88 whhhaattt!!!
[Chorus:]
Im out for presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me
[Verse II:]
You know what?
I’ll make, you and your wack mans,
fold like bad hands, roll like monopoly,
advance, youre coppin me like, white crystal,
I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year
than these niggas could wish to,
the dead presidential, candidate
with the sprinkles, and the presidential ice,
that’ll offend you,
in due time, when crime flees my mind,
all sneak thieves and playa haters could shine,
but until then, I keep the trillion cut diamond shining brilliant,
I’ll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in,
long as the villain win, I spend Japan Yen at 10 major events,
catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin,
J-A-Y hyphen, controlling, manipulating, I got a good life man,
pounds and plants, nuff dollars make sense,
while you ride the bench,
catch me swinging for the fence, dead presidents ya know
[Chorus:]
[Verse III:]
So be it,
the soviet, the unified steady flow,
you already know, you light, I’m heavy roll, heavy doe,
mic macheted ya flow,
your paper falls slow like confetti, mine are steady grow,
perricooooo (cocaine),
paid 5 debit for blow, better believe I have 11 60 to show,
my doe flip like tae-kwon, Jay Z the icon,
maybe you like dom, maybe the kristal will change ya life huh?,
roll with the winners, heavy spinners like hit records,
roc-a-fella, dont get it corrected, this shit is perfected,
from chips to chicks to scribbin a lexus,
naked without ya gun, we takin everything ya brung,
we cakin, ya’ll niggas is fakin, we gettin it done,
crime family, well connected Jay Z and you,
fake thugs is unplugged like MTV,
y’all MP3, take your treasure, my pleasure,
dead presidentials, politics as usual, booow
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