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[cochcaer]

There was a time when I couldn't stomach Morrissey

I thought he can't have had a, harder life as me

You write this down in your diary

and leave it open, for me to see

 

I hope this doesn't cause offence

but I think it's time you forgave your parents

I've nothing to say in their defence

but I think it's time you forgave your parents

 

Art Brut

[Stu Monty]

Stu, you heard the live version of Redemption Song from Robert Mali's last ever gig? Crackin stuff.

 

No but I would be interested in hearing it. Gotta love redemption song.

 

C - good lyricage there chum.

[Guest tactics truck]

Big L. A True rappers rapper and as he is dead man from a shotgun to the face u can be sure he is ' fo' real' and only for undergroundhedz

 

 

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous Lyrics

"One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash

 

Then I murdered his ass and took his half

 

Because I'm all about ends and skins

 

When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends

 

If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack

 

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

 

Aiyo, picture me gettin a job

 

Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob

 

Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet

 

Makin about 120 dollars a week?

 

Man, I rather do another hit

 

I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit

 

Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker

 

A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka

 

Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar

 

I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'

 

I used to wait until it gets dark

 

And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks

 

Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask

 

I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast

 

I vicked this nigga named Eugene

 

Took his brand new ring

 

Cause stickin up's a everyday routine

 

Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride

 

Saw this nigga named Clyde

 

And snuck up on him from the blind side

 

I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked

 

Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"

 

The Big L was cold crazy

 

A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies

 

I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck

 

Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a fuck

 

Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim

 

Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him

 

Plenty and many brains I bust

 

Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous"

 

 

 

 

 

Or Ebonics kind of your ABC's:

 

"Yo, pay attention

And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down

 

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye

A ki of coke is a pie

When I'm lifted, I'm high

With new clothes on, I'm fly

Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks

Money is chips, movies is flicks

Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones

Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones

A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox

Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop

And if you got rubbed, you got stuck

You got shot, you got bucked

And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked

Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke

A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke

And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed

To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff

I know you like the way I'm freakin' it

I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

 

Chorus: repeat (2X)

 

"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas

That's just the way that I talk, yo

"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas

 

Yo, yo

A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook

Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook

If you caught a felony, you caught a F

If you got killed, you got left

If you got the dragon, you got bad breath

If you 730, that mean you crazy

Hit me on the hip means page me

Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ

If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned

Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats

Condoms is hats, critters is cracks

The food you eat is your grub

A victim's a mark

A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart

Your apartment is your pad

Your old man is your dad

The studio is the lab and heated is mad

I know you like the way I'm freakin' it

I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

 

Chorus (2X)

 

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly

A deuce is a honey that's ugly

If your girl is fine, she's a dime

A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine

If you in love, that mean you blind

Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill

A very hard, long stare is a grill

If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'

Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'

Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin

Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion

A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly

Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly

To guerrilla mean to use physical force

You took a L, you took a loss

To show off mean floss, uh

I know you like the way I'm freakin' it

I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it"

 

 

Put it On:

 

"Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie

I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks

Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six

Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond

I leave mics torn when I put it on"

[Tom R]

Without turning this thread into a Monkey's appreciation love-in...Saw 'em on Gonzo late last night...how can they be so articulate song-wise, but come across so incoherently?!

...

 

Cos they don't write their own lyrics. Fact.

 

Good tunes though. Me like.

[Rashid]

"They say money don't make a man, but damn I'm making money"

[Stu Monty]

See how we spin, we dance, like marrionettes in 3/4 time, our threadbare strings entwined, you and I are tied up limbs, skin against skin, I'm shaking like a leaf.

 

Liam Frost - If tonight we could only sleep.

 

The lad can write a bit.

[Stu Monty]

Also: Memories of that dirty whore, who bowed her head and then she begged for more.

 

Great line from Frankie Eisenhower and the truffle-shuffle troubadors or something. Pity about them being ugly, Leeds twats.

[Section_31]

"I said do you speak a my language, he just smiled and gave me a vegimite...sandwhich"

 

 

Perfectly encapsulates the frustrations of a Sunday IMO.

[hamstrung]

Love is a fist - Mr Bungle

 

Clenched emotions

'Round my ween

Feel my heart beat

Off and your head in

 

I feel strongly about violence

Love is a fist

 

There's no effort

To what's in

Open faced

Knuckle sandwich

 

I feel strongly about violence

 

Love is a fist

 

fistloveisafistloveisafistloveisafistloveis...

[hamstrung]

.....and who could forget cannibal corpse?

 

7. Entrails Ripped From A Virgin's Cunt

 

Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied

I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony

Eyes in the darkness

Echoing their madness

 

The sights that have passed before them

Watching as though it has never happened

Now I only listen to what is not spoken

 

Murder, hatred

Anger, Savage

Killings I have caused

more than can be counted

orgies of sadism

And sexual perversion

Virgin

Tied to my mattress

Legs spread wide

Ruptured bowel, yanked

From her insides

Devirginized with my knife

Internally bleeding

Vagina, secreting

her blood-wet pussy

I am eating

on her guts I am feeding

Mutilated with a machete

I fucked her dead body

The first and last

Your life's only romance

My knife's jammed in your ass

As you die you orgasm

 

Pass on to the dead

Nerve trembling convulsions

No longer looking human

 

I never see them, but I know they're there

Locked in my subconcious

Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten

Haunting unrealities

Tear at me

Hold her arms

Her mouth taped shut

Screams unheard

Out pour her guts

 

Layers of flesh peeling away

Languish in your own decay

descriptions of my killings

bone chilling

 

Terror, tear, her

Virgin cunt

 

Virgins are my victims

Their tight interiors I explore

Sharpened utensils of torture

Now inserted inside of her

Sex organs extracted for eating

On her liver I am gnawing

 

Forbidden lust for guts

Ripped from her cunt

Tears of blood cry down her thigh

 

I ram my fist inside her hole

From her crotch piss now flows

Rectum filled with shit

I fucked her emptied body

Until she became stiff

[dirty_sanchez]

"Nobody calling on the phone, except for the Pope maybe in Rome."

 

That's lyrical gangsta action that is. :(

[Captain]

Old song, but still:

 

Have you come here for forgiveness

Have you come to raise the dead

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head

 

Also, in the same song:

 

It's too late tonight

To drag the past out into the light

[Stu Monty]

Old song, but still:

 

Have you come here for forgiveness

Have you come to raise the dead

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head

 

Also, in the same song:

 

It's too late tonight

To drag the past out into the light

 

Good call. That just made me think if Nine Inch Nail's "Hurt" because of the Johnny Cash link. The whole song is strewn with quality lyrics.

[Bert]

"When you aint got nothin, you got nothin to lose"

Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone. Immense

[Karl_b]

Not brand new but just clicked on random play.

 

 

This is a letter, from God to man:

Hey there. How's it going?

Long time, no see.

 

I know I haven't been around much lately,

But it didn't seem like you wanted me to be.

The last time I sent down a message,

you nailed it to the cross, so i figure,

I'd just leave you to it.

And let you be your own boss.

 

But I've been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it's amazing how you've grown.

All your technological advances and the problems you've overthrown.

And all the beautiful art you've created with such grace and such finess

but I must admit there are a few things that, I'm afraid, have impressed me less.

 

So I'm writing to apologise for all the horrors committed in my name,

although it was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.

A lot of good I tried to do was corrupted when orgnanised religion got into full swing,

what I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.

 

My teachings where taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,

interpretations were taken in many different ways and hidden meanings "discovered"

Religion became a tool for the weak to control the strong,

with all these new morals and ethics survival of the fittest was gone.

No longer could the biggest man simply take what ever he needed,

because damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded.

 

Some of the deeds committed in my name just make me wonder where I went wrong,

back at the start when I "created" all of this, the foundations seemed so strong.

See all the elements were already here, long befor I began,

I just kind of put them all together, I didn't really thing out a long term plan.

I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky,

so you could navigate the globe or simply watch a sunrise.

I covered the earth with plants and fruits, some for sustenance and some for beauty,

and made the sun shine and clouds rain, so that maintenance wasn't your duty.

I tried to give each creature its own attributes but without making them enveloped,

I gave you all your own space to grow and, in your own way, space to develop.

I didn't know that such development would cuase rifts and jealousy,

cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly.

 

You see, I wasn't the creator, I was more the curator of nature,

and I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now: I DON'T HATE YA!

I was a simple being that happend to be the first to yield such powers,

but I just laid the ground, it was you that built the towers.

It was you that invented bombs and the fear that comes with them,

and it was you that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems.

You invented terms like "Just wars" and terms like "Friendly Fire",

and it was you that didn't know when to stop digging deeper and when stop building higher.

It was you that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,

and it was you that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth.

It was you that used my teachings for your own personal gain

and it was you that committed such tragedies, even if they were in my name.

 

So i apologise for any mistakes I made and for when my words were misconstrued,

but this apology is to mother nature BECAUSE I CREATED YOU!

[Deadlogic]

Tell me tell me how we ended up so cynically.

Hope of the States.

You're tall just like a giraffe

You have to climb to find its head

But if there's a glitch

You're an ostrich

You've got your head in the sand

Mew (typical Scandanavian bonkers and dedicated to Rash)

 

Ah, Mew are a great great band. Played with them in the Barfly a few years back. Really nice people too.

 

Two thumbs fresh from me mate.

[MAC5]

Mad Lizzy Crumbs blind cobblers thumbs

Were a sight to behold

She was a rum old slapper and we always

tried to get her pants off when she phoned

Left her cap by the sink it's not what you think

Oh take me home

 

Now we know where we're going baby

We can lay back and enjoy the ride

Take in the sights and drown in our senses

Love is the law so take me deep inside

 

Strap-on Sally chased us down the alley

We feared for our behinds

Oasis was a shop with shoes so hot

They were sure to blow your mind

Running so fast I can taste the past

Oh take me home

 

 

 

Seahorses not a big fan but love this song

[Stu Monty]

Not brand new but just clicked on random play.

 

 

This is a letter, from God to man:

Hey there. How's it going?

Long time, no see.

 

I know I haven't been around much lately,

But it didn't seem like you wanted me to be.

The last time I sent down a message,

you nailed it to the cross, so i figure,

I'd just leave you to it.

And let you be your own boss.

 

But I've been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it's amazing how you've grown.

All your technological advances and the problems you've overthrown.

And all the beautiful art you've created with such grace and such finess

but I must admit there are a few things that, I'm afraid, have impressed me less.

 

So I'm writing to apologise for all the horrors committed in my name,

although it was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.

A lot of good I tried to do was corrupted when orgnanised religion got into full swing,

what I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.

 

My teachings where taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,

interpretations were taken in many different ways and hidden meanings "discovered"

Religion became a tool for the weak to control the strong,

with all these new morals and ethics survival of the fittest was gone.

No longer could the biggest man simply take what ever he needed,

because damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded.

 

Some of the deeds committed in my name just make me wonder where I went wrong,

back at the start when I "created" all of this, the foundations seemed so strong.

See all the elements were already here, long befor I began,

I just kind of put them all together, I didn't really thing out a long term plan.

I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky,

so you could navigate the globe or simply watch a sunrise.

I covered the earth with plants and fruits, some for sustenance and some for beauty,

and made the sun shine and clouds rain, so that maintenance wasn't your duty.

I tried to give each creature its own attributes but without making them enveloped,

I gave you all your own space to grow and, in your own way, space to develop.

I didn't know that such development would cuase rifts and jealousy,

cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly.

 

You see, I wasn't the creator, I was more the curator of nature,

and I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now: I DON'T HATE YA!

I was a simple being that happend to be the first to yield such powers,

but I just laid the ground, it was you that built the towers.

It was you that invented bombs and the fear that comes with them,

and it was you that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems.

You invented terms like "Just wars" and terms like "Friendly Fire",

and it was you that didn't know when to stop digging deeper and when stop building higher.

It was you that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,

and it was you that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth.

It was you that used my teachings for your own personal gain

and it was you that committed such tragedies, even if they were in my name.

 

So i apologise for any mistakes I made and for when my words were misconstrued,

but this apology is to mother nature BECAUSE I CREATED YOU!

 

Even reading that through I can still hear Dan le Sac's fucked up Radiohead beat after the last words.

 

Gotta love a bit of Scroobius Pip.

[Guest TK-421]

L7, Fast and Frightening:-

 

Down at the creek smoking pot

She eats the roach so she don’t get caught

Throws her mini off in the halls

Got so much clit she don’t need no balls

[Guest TK-421]

Silver Jews - San Fransisco B.C, first verse:-

 

Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.

I lived with my true love and she lived with me

"Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie"

Is the very first thing she imparted to me

We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms

We got a lot of stares on the street back then

[Chuck Fadanoid]

Gotta be Pork and Beans recently, quality lyrics throughout -

 

They say i need some rogaine to put in my hair

Working out at the gym to fit my underwear

Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool

You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

 

Imma do the things that i wanna do

I ain't got a thing to prove to you

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans

Excuse my manners if i make a scene

I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like

I'm fine and dandy with the me inside

One look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink

I don't give a hoot about what you think

 

everyone likes to dance to a happy song

with a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along

timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts

maybe if i work with him i can perfect the art

 

Imma do the things that i wanna do

I ain't got a thing to prove to you

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans

Excuse my manners if i make a scene

I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like

I'm fine and dandy with the me inside

one look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink

I don't give a hoot about what you think

 

no, i don't care

i don't care

i don't care

i don't care

i don't care

i don't care

 

Imma do the things that i wanna do

I ain't got a thing to prove to you

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans

Excuse my manners if i make a scene

I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like

I'm fine and dandy with the me inside

one look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink

I don't give a hoot about what you think

[Stu Monty]

Thou shalt choose a political party based on their policies as opposed to voting for who your family has always supported; they are not a f**tball team

Thou shalt not type LOL unless actually laughing out loud

Thou shalt not rush home to watch X factor

Thou shalt not rush De La Soul into making a new album

De La Soul: Just a band

In this world of many distractions thou thalt not lose focus.

 

 

De La Soul remix of Thou shalt always kill?

 

Yes please.

[Soleilrouge]

'I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that did'nt hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast was'nt bad so I had one more for dessert'

 

'I hear the train a-comin

Its rollin round the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine since

I don't know when

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin on

But that train keeps a-rollin

On down to San Antoin'

[Fink]

Old lyrics i listened to last night. he went stale but he was very good

 

I used to be a loud mouth, remember me.

Im the one that burnt your house down,

Well, Im out now and im now im coming back to blow your house up

and i aint gonna leave you with a window to jump out of

give me 2 fat tabs and 3 shrooms and you wont see me like fat people in steam rooms

and when i go to hell and get ready to leave.

Ill put air in a bag and charge people to breathe.

[longballs]

If I leave here tomorrow

Would you still remember me?

...

 

 

For I must be travelling on, now,

'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.

But, if I stayed here with you, girl,

Things just couldn't be the same.

 

 

 

I can't get this track out of my head at the moment.