Hes got the dirtiest shoes that i ever seen, chew on a blunt, wipe his butt with a magazine, smoking his crack, wash it down with some gasoline - Wheatus
Delusional
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you
You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue
Sleeping Beauty
Drunk on ego
Truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to
Help you face the nightmare
But you're far too poisoned for me
Such a fool to think that I can wake you from your slumber
That I could actually heal you..
Sleeping Beauty
Poisoned and hopeless
You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to find a way to comfort you
Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
And hiding from some poisoned memory
You don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, ****in geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For ****in bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I **** two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a ***** when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister she's a ****.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a ****?
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a ****in dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start ****in.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice.
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Mother****in role model.
This is dedicated to all my folks
Diagnosed with a bad case of that proper upbringin',
And never took the time to fall in line or follow,
Or swallow the thoughts
Of the recognized committees who lurk throughout ya cities
Ya hood, ya town, no matter which type
You from the same type of people try ta hold you down
Just because you tailor made for bigger and better things,
Never missed a chance to move ahead of things,
And what does it bring? I tell you for me
It brought jealousy and back wounds from all the stabbin',
Cats posin' as my fans just to get grabbin' what's mine,
I'm livin' in times where my daughters are found around
Kids who can't afford thinkin' caps,
But always found drinkin' raps and eatin' off beats
Claimin' laws of the streets - but who made the laws?
Everybody playin' rebel with no sign of a cause.
[Chorus]
Well I, feel the world around me,
I've found, that others, will bring you down, just to be down,
You've got to make up your mind, where you wanna be,
And where you wanna go with your life
With your life...
Yo, I'm never singin' the blues but findin' the clues to maintain,
And I been blessed to reign supreme over nearly every dream
I had, and I made it come true,
I'm an imperfect man and I'm holdin' the clue
To perfection, it doesn't seem to matter what direction I look
I find people settin traps,
Tryin' to find the goal - without havin any maps,
Even friends of mine, jumped on line, just to become my adversary
They felt they were entitled to the dairy I made,
They don't come to chill or behave,
And they got, toast ready to burn
Not learnin' to live, but they yearnin' to take what you earn.
[Chorus]
So quick to place blame, and deny the shame we bring upon ourselves
So many names held accountable for my own account,
When a large amount was weight - that I made and shaped,
When I climbed I found,
It was hard to find others around to point my fingers at
Which made me realize the truth,
The biggest supressor could be your own ego lookin' for an excuse
To plant roots, in a field of self-sorrow
To sprout and follow the first thing you feel,
Nourishes your hunger to be respected, it gets hectic,
And when I'm watchin' the news, and my daughter walks in
And choose to ask,
"Why were all those people on the floor sleepin', covered in red?"
I told her, that they were lookin' for God, but found religion instead.
I just keep moving on... (moving on...)
I just keep moving on... (moving on...)
Time and time, a brother asks why
The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch
I said "Simply because I don't live that way
Still kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"
"But that won't sell,
cause you gotta keep it real
so that we can feel
where you're coming from
Because these streets is ill so if you ain't
killing niggas in rhymes
your whole sound's just bubble gum"
I said "I won't contribute to genocide;
I'd rather try to cultivate the inner side
and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mind
The devil and his army never been a friend of mine"
"But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother
Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential
(walks ?)
Of our kids' heads
Shallow days, you never wanna
Let a brother be a brother
Fully inner to the outer
Caught up in all them hollow nights
Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
People front, and it just ain't right
[repeat]
I said "Don't you know the powers that be
are using people as pawns, devouring we
until they see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,
I tried to get a job for real,
but all the homies (hit licks?) and rob and steal
and keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch ground
this way's in, plus who could you trust?"
I said "I'm all about protecting mine,
but neglecting minds for getting left behind.
Why don't you change your environment?"
He said "This is all I know,
plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go"
I said "You gotta make it for the fams"
"Damn," he said "I didn't make the ghetto,
The ghetto made the man"
I said "You're more than just that,"
Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a way
To break the devil's master plan, peace"
Shallow days, you never wanna
Let a brother be a brother
Fully inner to the outer
Caught up in all them hollow nights
Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
People front, and it just ain't right
[repeat]
The word "peace" is just an expression
Used to say bye when it's time to jet
And them red black and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I guess
Hardly ever them around brothers' necks no more
Instead of that gold (gats ?)
Inspiring gangstas and macks
Who at the young age of four
Be seeing more drama than war veterans
Instead of learning God's laws
And hip-hop is ((all the ways ?) till we enlist that ??)
To express how we be feeling about this and that
But music does reflect life
And kids look up to what you're portraying
And mimic what you act like
It's time for a new day
An era in rap, conscious styles,
Makin' them aware of the happenings
But their ears seem more steered towards
Self-annihilation so then they might laugh
And write this off, like I'm out here just
Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal,
Something they just can't feel, while they yell
"murder murder murder, kill kill kill"
I just keep movin' on (moving on ...)
I just keep movin' on (moving on ...)
Great track, pretty much sums up Blackalicious for me.
__________________
"The Capitol of this rugged slang is WU-TANG, Witty Unpridictable Talent And Natural Game". GZA
"how long will I be waiting..until the end of time" - David and Pierre singing in "Addicted"
"I'm not okay..I'm not okay..will I'm not okay I'm not o ****ing k" haha My Chemical Romance
"Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield" - Brand New
"Everybodys screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me, I'm slipping off the edge I'm hanging by a thread I want to start this over again. So I try to hold onto a time where nothing mattered. And I can’t explain what happened And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done" - Simple Plan
take away the sensation inside
bittersweet migraine in my head
its like a throbbing toothache of the mind
i cant take this feeling anymore
drain the pressure from the swelling
this sensations overwhelming
give me a long kisss goodnight
and everything will be alright
tell me that i wont feel a thing
so give me novacaine
out of body and out of mind
kiss the demons out of my dreams
i get the funny feeling and thats alright
jimmy says its better than here
ill tell you why
drain the pressure from the swelling
this sensations overwhelming
give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
tell me that i wont feel a thing
so give me novacaine
drain the pressure from the swelling
this sensations overwhelming
give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
tell me Jimmy i wont feel a thing
so give me novacaine.
green day-give me novacaine
i love that song lol
and i also love jesus of suburbia n homecoming bt they too long to write out lol
"Shower in the dark day.
Clean sparks driving down.
Cool in the waterway.
Where the baptized drown.
Naked in the cold sun.
Breathing life like fire.
Thought I was the only one but that was just a lie.
Cause I heard it in the wind.
And I saw it in the sky.
And I thought it was the end.
And I thought it was the 4th of July.
Pale in the flare light.
The scared light cracks & disappears and leads the scorched ones here.
And everywhere no one cares.
The fire is spreading and no one wants to speak about it.
Down in the hole Jesus tries to crack a smile,
Beneath another shovel load.
And I heard it in the wind.
And I saw it in the sky.
And I thought it was the end.
And I thought it was the 4th of July.
Now I'm in control.
Now I'm in the fall out.
Once asleep but now I stand and I still remember, your sweet everything.
Light a Roman candle and hold it in your hand.
Cause I heard it in the wind.
And I saw it in the sky.
And I thought it was the end.
And I thought it was the 4th of July."
I once met a man who trained himself not to dream
What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything
He's been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen
And claims he only exists in the mind of a higher being
And I enjoy his work; mostly scenic landscapes
But each one is focused on an easel where the man paints himself
painting himself
And all that's in his visual field
He said this was the only way he could make himself real
Ever since he could remember, he had one nightmare reoccur
But until about ten years ago, it didn't matter
It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the concrete
He ran on top of it in attempt to reach a ladder
Now sometimes, he'd get so close but never touch his destination
Which caused him much frustration 'cause he didn't know what it
meant
And by the end of the dream, he saw the scene from a bird's eye
Only to witness his dead body laying on the cement
It was only to witness his dead body laying on the cement
At first it freaked him out, but after a while he grew content
So he thought, 'It's just a dream,' and kept living his life
Writing his soul on the canvas 'cause it sheds his planet light
And it goes on and on like space and time, ain't nothing odd
It's not that he didn't believe, he just didn't approve of God
His experience was one I couldn't comprehend
'Till I stopped being detective and listened to him as a friend
He said
[Chorus]
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
It was then that he knew he was the art of divinity
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
A brush stroke of the gods made him one note in their symphony
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
He spoke for himself and not the rest of humanity
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
And I realize that I'm not real
God just imagined me
It's like I said
About ten years ago, the event that changed his whole reality
Took place on his monthly trip to the local art gallery
It was there where he studied his contemporaries
And there where he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and
buried it forever
It was a very mysterious day
The place was almost empty
And he got chills down his spine just being present in the scene
On the wall, there was a picture that looked familiar
And when he got close, his heart stopped
cause he saw it was a painting of his dream
It was a painting of his dream
His body on a runway
By a ladder to an airplane with its propellers spinning
Which accounted for the loud noise
The match up was perfect
And that was the day he stopped believing in existing
He resented his creator
I mean, words can't explain
What must have went on in his brain while he stared into a frame
Of a work of art which he created and was at the same time
The mind can't handle that much, it's just insane
It's like reading a book where each words describe your thoughts
And in quotations, it reads whatever you say when you talk
You think it can't happen
But it did happen
I guess there's surprisingly wide cracks in each life's sidewalk
He stumbled upon an answer when he never had a question
And decided to stop dreaming to maintain his mental health
Now he hardly talks to people
Just stays in his basement
Writing infinity, by painting himself
Painting himself
This is a strange universe
Is it all just a blueprint?
In the real universe, is my consciousness useless?
Are we really something a higher intelligence made up?
A figment of imagination colored by a cosmic paintbrush?
Maybe all of our art creates the fate of other beings
Then every character in ever novel thinks it's alive and were
just gods
Ruling blindly
Just a theory
I don't know what it means
But that's the story of the man who trained himself not to dream
[Chorus]
He once saw a paining that told his whole life story
He witnessed the paradox of the word 'existing'
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
He colored his world theirs, and concluded he wasn't living
He once saw a painting that told his whole life story
The hidden variable that all that is is art
And when I close my eyes, I see eternity as a story
A God imagined the God that imagined me
And I am God
And so on
__________________
"The Capitol of this rugged slang is WU-TANG, Witty Unpridictable Talent And Natural Game". GZA
Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me
Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
On the inside
Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering secret scars
His hand is waving a goodbye
There's no response or action returned
There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines all reasons inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the last
A PARADISE LOST
(AN) EDEN TO REGAIN
TO ILLUMINATE
(THE) DARK SIDE OF THE BRAIN
ON THE NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN AWAIT THE WISDOMS NEMESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
TO BE THE EXODUS OF OUR GENESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
(THE) SERPENT IS CURLING
ACROSS YOUR SOUL
THROUGH (THE) TUNNEL OF SET
WITH SITRA AHRA AS GOAL
ON THE NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN AWAIT THE WISDOMS NEMESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
TO BE THE EXODUS OF OUR GENESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
THE SHADOW OF DEATH
FROM THE TREE OF LIFE
HIDES THE PHANTOMS
FROM HEAVENS STRIFE
ON THE NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN AWAIT THE WISDOMS NEMESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
TO BE THE EXODUS OF OUR GENESIS
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
NIGHTSIDE OF EDEN
I like lyrics that I can understand and makes sense. It depends on what the song is, because sometimes it does make sense but you just don't like the song or lyrics. It's kind of a tough decision.
you cant go wrong with mr bungle :squeeze me macaroni
Mr. Bungle Squeeze Me Macaroni lyrics
I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum
Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby
I was givin' some head to some french bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' french fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon
I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans
Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he'll **** it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze,
From the skeez disease, wooi!
Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast
Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
****in' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
Holy moly, guacamole! said my Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy
Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby
We came to pottie...we came to pottie down your throat
When leaves have fallen
And skies turned to grey
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell
On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe
When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you are all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world
Whenever she is raging
She takes a life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world
She covers the earth with a breathtaking cloak
The sun awakes and melts it away
The world now opens its eyes and it sees
The dawning of the new day
On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven't you seen?
Haven't you seen?
The ruins of our world
__________________ People: trying to be different, and in that way, they are the same. try to be the same, then you're different. contradiction? I think not.
Life: The biggest, nastiest, strangest ***** I know. Truth? I think so.
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