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| Post ur favorite lyrics here, while playin: | Started by: RollinBlade on Jun 08, '14 02:21 |
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"Sing For The Moment" [Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out 'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go... [Chorus] (C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years (Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon) Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [CHORUS] [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one 'cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it 'Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... [CHORUS X2] |
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"The Seed (2.0)" [Verse 1: Black Thought]
Knocked up 9 months ago And what she gonna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock'n'roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold 'cause one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad In these streets she done ran Ever since when the heat began I told the girl look here Calm down I'm gonna hold your hand To enable you to keep the plan 'cause you is quick to learn And we can make money to burn If you allow me the latest game I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings And the world gonna know my name [Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt] I don't ask, for much these days And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow roots standin' where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock'N'Roll [Verse 3: Black Thought] Uh-huh Cadillac needs space to roam Where we heading for she don't know We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone I don't beg I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad These streets he done ran ever since when the game began I never played the fool Metter of fact I be keepin' it cool Since money been changing hands And I'm left to shine, but the legacy I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings And the world gonna know my name [Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt] I don't beg From no rich man And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my hands, man 'cause I know how to steal Fertilize another against my lover's will I lick the opposition cause she don't take no pill Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear You'll be keeping my legend alive I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock'N'Roll Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat [break] I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest I push it naked 'cause I've taken my test Deliver it Mary, it don't matter the sex I'm gonna name it rock and roll I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah I would name it Rock-N-Roll |
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| Reply by: Smarty at Aug 05, '15 23:30 | |
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I've been the one to party until the end CHORUS Now I need to go,whos gonna give me a ride to the after show CHORUS Oh what have I done, what happened to the morning CHORUS La La Land is where I need to be CHORUS (4X) Brain cells |
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| Reply by: Smarty at Aug 09, '15 01:44 | |
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CYPRESS HILL LYRICS"Checkmate" [Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while [Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog] (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall [repeat 2X] [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell [Chorus] (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! |
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| Reply by: Smarty at Aug 09, '15 06:02 | |
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"Killing Strangers" This world doesn't need no opera
We're here for the operation We don't need a bigger knife (a bigger knife) Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns) We got guns, you better run (you better run, you better run, you better run) We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We pack demolition, we can't pack emotion Dynamite? We just might... So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss Blow us a kiss, we'll blow you to pieces We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We got guns, we got guns Mother fuckers better, better, better run We got guns, we got guns Mother fuckers better run [x2] We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love You better run Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns! |
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| Reply by: Explicit at Aug 10, '15 12:47 | |
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Broilers - Fackeln Im Sturm...
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| Reply by: Smarty at Aug 12, '15 00:31 | |
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"Chin Check"
[x2] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a [Ice Cube] [Ice Cube] [MC Ren] [Chorus] [Dr Dre] [Snoop Dogg] [Ice Cube] [Snoop Dogg] [Ice Cube] [Dr Dre] [Dr Dre] [Chorus] I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) [x6] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a |
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| Reply by: Sereno at Aug 20, '15 07:58 | |
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Willkommen im NichtsWir sind so schön Der Horizont rückt näher Willkommen – ihr Kinder des Lichts Wir sind obszön Der Horizont rückt näher Wir sind so chic
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| Reply by: Jesus-Skeletor at Aug 25, '15 01:40 | |
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FLO RIDA
My House
Open up the champagne, pop! |
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| Reply by: BATMANJUGGALO- at Feb 06, '16 19:49 | |
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"Old Friends" Old friends, |
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| Reply by: WooBumReader1 at Sep 09, '16 23:53 | |
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"If I Die Young" (THE BAND PERRY)
If I die young, bury me in satin |
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| Reply by: WooBumReader1 at Sep 12, '16 03:51 | |
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Do Right To Me Baby (Do Unto Others)WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN Don’t wanna judge nobody, don’t wanna be judged Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music |
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| Reply by: BuWuReader at Sep 22, '16 20:06 | |
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"Chop Suey!" Wake up (wake up) |
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| Reply by: BuWuReader at Sep 23, '16 01:55 | |
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Waiting Around To Die
By townes van zandt
Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die One time, friends, I had a ma I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried She told him to take care of me Headed down to tennessee It's easier than just waitin' around to die I came of age and I found a girl In a tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine And hopped a train Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die A friend said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man, and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me And drug me back to muskogee It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die Now I'm out of prison I got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name's codine He's the nicest thing I've seen Together we're gonna wait around and die Together we're gonna wait around and die |
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| Reply by: veliotis at Sep 23, '16 18:28 | |
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Heathens twenty one pilots All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, how'd I get here, sitting next to you? But after all I've said, please don't forget All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions You're lovin' on the freakshow sitting next to you You'll have some weird people sitting next to you You'll think "how did I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget (Watch it, watch it) (Watch it) All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it) Wait for them to ask you who you know (Watch it) All my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it) Wait for them to ask you who you know Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed I tried to warn you just to stay away And now they're outside ready to bust It looks like you might be one of us |
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| Reply by: Mercedes_Kompressor at Sep 25, '16 15:35 | |
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Breaking Benjamin Unknown Soldier Border line,
Dead inside. I don't mind, Falling to pieces. Count me in, violent Let's begin, feeding the sickness. How do I simplify, Dislocate - the enemy's on the way. [Chorus:] Show me what it's like To dream in black and white, So I can leave this world tonight. Full of fear, Ever clear. I'll be here, Fighting forever. Curious, Venomous, You'll find me Climbing to heaven. Never mind, Turn back time. You'll be fine - I will get left behind. [Chorus] Holding on too tight. Breathe the breath of life, So I can leave this world behind. It only hurts just once. They're only broken bones. Hide the hate inside. Oh. [Very quiet voice:] So I can leave this world behind [Chorus] Holding on too tight. Breathe the breath of life, So I can leave this world behind. |
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| Reply by: Neo at Sep 26, '16 13:13 | |
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I got my head checked Woo-hoo I got my head down Woo-hoo |
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| Reply by: Hawkeye_Pierce at Sep 26, '16 17:23 | |
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Pen Pineapple Apple Pen by Piko-Taro PPAP I have a peeeen, I have an apple.. Ugh! Apple Pen I have a peeeen, I have Pineapple.. Ugh! Pineapple pen Apple peeeen, Pineapple peeeen... Pen pineapple apple pen |
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| Reply by: Frank_Castle at Sep 27, '16 07:49 | |
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SWEDISH HOUSE MAFIA LYRICS
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| Reply by: BuWuReader at Sep 27, '16 21:51 | |
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