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Post by ¡señor coconut! on Aug 5, 2005 18:03:59 GMT -5
It never really mattered too much me Cause I was just too damn old to MC All that really mattered is if your rhymes was ill Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby
Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad fridges Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more.. Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep him select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought it's too thick His assistant said: "Doom, you sick" he said: "True blue acoustics" Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning Easy as Pi, three point one four One more one false move and they're done for
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Aug 8, 2005 0:04:50 GMT -5
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, and it goes something like this.
Fuck tha police, Comin straight out the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon! Off, What? Fuck the police, Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah.
Fuck The police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform. Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me. Hey!
Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon, sing that shit, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out.
-rage against the machine "fuck the police"
I like ratm's version and lyrics better than nwa's though nwa's is quite good.
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Aug 8, 2005 11:45:39 GMT -5
NIN - Hurt
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear my crown of shit On my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stain of time The feeling disappears You are someone else I am still right here What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Aug 8, 2005 17:05:51 GMT -5
NIN - Hurt
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear my crown of shit On my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stain of time The feeling disappears You are someone else I am still right here What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
I can't believe I never posted those before. those are some of my favorites as well.
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Post by ¡señor coconut! on Aug 8, 2005 19:22:19 GMT -5
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am the world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby detonate for me
Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby penerate my mind
And I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy
the stooges - search and destroy
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Aug 8, 2005 20:18:25 GMT -5
Family Guy song sung by Stewie "it was warm out today... warm yesterday... even warmer today. ... met her on my CB. said her name was mimi. sounded like an angel come to earth (come to earth!) but when i went to meet her, man you should have seen her twice as tall as me, three times the girth (girth!) oh my fat baby loves to eat. (loves to eat!) a big ol' buddha belly and her breast swing passed her feet (feet!) my fat baby loves to eat, my big ol' fat ass baby loves to eat! ... I've got blisters on my fingers!" haha, my friend james and I sing this song when we get bored
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Post by ¡señor coconut! on Aug 8, 2005 21:19:30 GMT -5
"alphabet aerobics" by blackalicious
Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eatin other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Gettin godly in his game with the goriest Hit em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints Justly, it's just me, writin my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of king kong Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we gotta Really raw raps, risin up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing super fire saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished Wild more well would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?) Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....
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Post by ¡señor coconut! on Aug 10, 2005 6:59:28 GMT -5
madvillain - money folder (one of the best songs of 2004)
[MF Doom] Let he who is without sin cast the first stone After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o Pan it, can't understand it, ban it The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded The best, any who profess will be remanded Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted I don't think we can handle a style so rancid They flipped it like Madlib did a old jazz standard
(Jazz break)
Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly Off a two or three Heines, and boy was they fine gee One Black, One Spanish, One Chiney It keeps the wood shiny year round like a pine tree Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him So and he's a jerk and you don't know him Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em Poor guys what a cypha moreso four eyes Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries All rise, so far art as a Rupple So raw break it down and make quadruple It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey Damn he could really use a room or a whole key Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads What a call, what a real butterball Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball Rock it like yeah for the four With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl Yeah y'all you could say its an earful Beware, do not touch mic, be careful And just like he said, I coulda told ya MF, the holder of a boulder Money Folder
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Aug 10, 2005 12:41:40 GMT -5
Beck - Loser
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights and put it in neutral Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Don’t believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face with some mace in the dark Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber ’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger slob He hung himself with a guitar string A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing You can’t write if you can’t relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite That’s chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (get crazy with the cheese whiz) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (drive-by body-pierce) (yo bring it on down) Soooooooyy....
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (I can’t believe you) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (schprechen sie deutches, baby) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (know what I’m sayin’? )
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Post by ¡señor coconut! on Aug 13, 2005 1:54:22 GMT -5
balancing your body on the ground seems harder to do on two feet than to do face down and enemies, they must be all around because even on this street someone got shot down crude bomb
'crude bomb' by the evens
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Aug 13, 2005 2:06:26 GMT -5
The world is a vampire, sent to drain Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames And what do I get for my pain? Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know - I suppose I’ll show All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Now I’m naked, nothing but an animal But can you fake it, for just one more show? And what do you want, I want to change And what have you got when you feel the same
Tell me I’m the only one Tell me there’s no other one Jesus was an only son Tell me I’m the chosen one Jesus was an only son for you
-Smashing Pumpkins "Bullet with Butterfly Wings"
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Post by C-3PO is my hero on Aug 13, 2005 9:20:58 GMT -5
Jimmy Eat World - Hear you me [/color][/size][/b]
There's no one in town I know You gave us some place to go. I never said thank you for that. I thought I might get one more chance. What would you think of me now, so lucky, so strong, so proud? I never said thank you for that, now I'll never have a chance. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. So what would you think of me now, so lucky, so strong, so proud? I never said thank you for that, now I'll never have a chance. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. And if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time. A song for a heart so big, god wouldn't let it live. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. [/color]
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Post by INeverLikedYou on Aug 26, 2005 23:16:03 GMT -5
Cherry Blossom Girl by Air
I don't want to be shy Can't stand it anymore I just want to say 'Hi' To the one I love Cherry blossom girl
I feel sick all day long From not being with you I just want to go out Ever night for a while Cherry blossom girl
Tell me why can't it be true
I never talk to you People say that I should I can pray everyday For the moment to come Cherry blossom girl
I just want to be sure When I will come to you When the time will be gone You will be by my side Cherry Blossom Girl
Tell me why can't it be true
I'll never love again Can I say that to you Will you run away If I try to be true Cherry blossom girl
Cherry blossom girl I'll always be there for you That means no time to waste Whenever there's a chance Cherry blossom girl
Tell me why can't it be true
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Aug 27, 2005 18:12:53 GMT -5
Cherry Blossom Girl by Air [/color][/quote] I like that song
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Fools gold - Stone Roses
The gold road’s sure a long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut me like a knife The gold road’s sure a long road Winds on through the hills for fifteen days The pack on my back is aching The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I’m no clown I won’t back down I don’t need you to tell me what’s going down Down down down down da down down down Down down down down da down down down
I’m standing alone I’m watching you all I’m seeing you sinking I’m standing alone You’re weighing the gold I’m watching you sinking Fool’s gold
These boots were made for walking The marquis de sade don’t wear no boots like these Gold’s just around the corner Breakdown’s coming up round the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear I know the truth and I know what you’re thinking
Down down down down da down down down
I’m standing alone I’m watching you all I’m seeing you sinking I’m standing alone You’re weighing the gold I’m watching you sinking Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold
I’m standing alone I’m watching you all I’m seeing you sinking I’m standing alone You’re weighing the gold I’m watching you sinking Fool’s gold
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Post by INeverLikedYou on Sept 3, 2005 19:59:09 GMT -5
Cherry Blossom Girl by Air [/color][/quote] I like that song
[/quote] I thought I was the only one who's heard of it... lol "Destiny" by Zero 7I lie awake I've gone to ground I'm watching porn In my hotel dressing gown Now I dream of you But I still believe There's only enough for one in this Lonely hotel suite The journey's long And it feels so bad I'm thinking back to the last day we had. Old moon fades into the new Soon I know I'll be back with you I'm nearly with you I'm nearly with you When I'm weak I draw strength from you And when you're lost I know how to change your mood And when I'm down you breathe life over me Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny On a clear day I'll fly home to you I'm bending time getting back to you Old moon fades into the new Soon I know I'll be back with you I'm nearly with you I'm nearly with you When I'm weak I draw strength from you And when you're lost I know how to change your mood And when I'm down you breathe life over me Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny When I'm weak I draw strength from you And when you're lost I know how to change your mood And when I'm down you breathe life over me Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny I'll fly, I'll fly home I'll fly home and I'll fly home
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