well my friend have the album " Ideas Above Our Station" so I wrote down the lyrics at his place
"In my hands good fortune
caress my equal with slightest touch
sound of your voice keeps me still
and i'm sorry i avoid your questions
i'd never falter
now that we're even
explain why you will
take while you can
it's never even
while we lay still
alone a place to run
it's colder and piece of mind
takes its own time for us
in the same breath we argue
and it must be a sign
of closeness i guess" - Hundred Reasons
verse 2: My dads gone crazy (meminem)
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god damn it you lil' mother f**ker,
if you aint got nuthin' nice to say then dont say nuthin'!
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f**k that, s**t, bitch!
eat a mother f**king pig!
chew on a prick an lick a million mother f**king cocks per second,
I'd rather put on a mother f**king gospal record!
I'd rather be a pussy whiped bitch, eat pussy!
an have pussy lips glued to my face with a clit ring in my nose,
than quit bringing my flows,
stop giving me M.O's,
cant ya'll see why I'm soo mean?
if ya'll leave me alone then this wouldn't be my M.O,
I wouldn't have to go...
eni meni mini mo, catch a homo by his toe!
man I dont know no more!
am I the only f**king one who's normal any more?
theres no sign on the gate,
and theres mud on your face,
dont you think its time we reinvestigate the situation?
put some fruit on your plate,
you've forgotten how it started,
close your eyes think of all the bubbles of love we made!
and your down on your knees,
its too late,
oh dont come crawling,
your lying by my feet,
what a big mistake!
i see you falling.
got a buzz in my head,
and my flowers are dead,
cant think of a way to rectify this situation,
dont believe what you said!
you've forgoten how it started,
close your eyes think of all the bubbles of love we made!
and your down on your knees,
its too late,
oh dont come crawling.
your lying by my feet.
what a big mistake,
I see you falling.
and your down on your knees
its too late
oh dont come crawling
and you lie by my feet,
what a big mistake
I see you falling.
(instrumental)
I could sting like a bee!
careful how your treating me.
babe dont think I'll accept your sorry invitation,
close the door as you leave!
you've forgotten how it started,
close your eyes think of all the bubles of love we made!
your down on your knees
its too late,
oh dont come crawling,
your lying by my feet,
what a big mistake
I see you falling.
and you cried over me,
I cant wait
I see you stalling,
and you try to reach me,
what a big mistake,
I hear you calling.
your down on your knees
its too late
oh dont come crawling
and your lying by my feet
what a big mistake
I see you falling.
That's it, Turn the page on the day, walk away
Cos they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen
It's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
Yer can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like Geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us,
Cos in this place you'll see me,
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep,
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Turn the page - The Streets