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IM SCATMAN !
VAST - The Last One Alive :ninja:fuck yeah
You left me high and dry it changed me.
You lied to me, now I am angry.
And if the sun comes in your room
and awakes you from your vanity
you won't find me cause I’ll be on top a mountain
Pissing on your grave
nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyannyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan:lol:
FUCK YEAH
Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
*whole lyrics*:wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub:
If we’re told we’re an asset
Why are we treated
Like a problem
And if you brake our dreams
Do our hearts not go to sleep
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
If we’re always discouraged
If time for us can’t be afforded
If an open heart
Gets crushed down
What then is rewarded
In this world inside a jar
Our jobs are all we are
You are like a ghost
If you have none
When they say we have no use
They must be deaf and blind
Why should we take abuse
I pay no mind
If everything’s perfunctory
Only made half-heartedly
If all is done by default
What is done from the heart
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
How come no one sees
We’re just categories
We live and die
By rank
I am telling myself the story of my life,
stranger than song or fiction.
We start with the joyful mysteries,
before the appearance of ether,
trying to capture the elusive:
the farm where the crippled horses heal,
the woods where autumn is reversed,
and the longing for bliss in the arms
of some beloved from the past.
I said 'Your daddy loves you'.
I said 'Your daddy loves you very much';
he just doesn't want to live with us anymore'.
The plane comes down behind enemy lines
and you don't speak the language.
A girl takes pity on you:
she is Mother Theresa walking among the poor,
and her eyes have attained night vision.
In an orchard, drenched in blue light,
she changes your bandages and soothes you.
All day her voice is balm,
then she lowers you into the sunset.
Hers is the wing span of the quotidian angel,
so her feet are sore from the walk
to the well of human kindness,
but she gives you a name and you grow into it.
Whether a tramp of the low road or a prince,
riding through Wagnerian opera,
you learn some, if not all, of the language.
And these are the footsteps you follow
- the tracks of impossible love.
12 days in Paris,
and I am awaiting for life to start.
In the lobby of the Hotel Charlemagne
they are hanging photographs
of Rap artists and minor royalty.
All cigarettes have been air-brushed from these pictures,
making everyone a liar,
and saving no-one from their folly.
As proud as Lucifer, I do nothing to hide
my kerosene dress and flint eyes
- which one steady look, are able to restore
to these images their carcinogenic threat.
So what if this is largely bravado ?
I have only 12 days in Paris
and I'm awaiting for life to start.
I'm setting out my stall behind a sheet of dark hair,
and you, the hostage of crazed hormones,
will be driven to say:
'I am the next poet laurate
and she is the cherry madonna,
and all of the summer is hers.'
At first I don't notice you,
or the colour of your hair,
or your readiness to laugh.
I am tying a shoelace,
or finding the pavement fascinating
when the comet thrills the sky.
Ever the dull alchemist.
I have before me all the necesary elements:
it is their combination that eludes me.
Forgive me ... I am sleepwalking.
I am jangling along to some song of the moment,
suffering it's sweetness,
luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight.
Meanwhile there is a real world ...
trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news,
but I am living in a lullaby.
You might be huddled in a doorway on the make,
or just getting by, but I don't see it.
You are my one shot at glory.
Soon I will read in your expression
warmth, encouragement, assent.
From an acorn of interest
I will cultivate whole forests of affection.
I will analyse your gestures
like centuries of scholars
poring over Jesus'words.
Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation
I will carelessly discard.
For I am careless ... I'm shameless ... and -
('Mayday, Mayday, watch the needle leave the dial')
I am reckless,
I am telling myself the story of my life.
Soon, I will make you a co-conspirator:
if I am dizzy I will call it rapture;
if I am low I will attribute it to your absence,
noting your tidal effect upon my moods.
Oblivious to the opinions of neighbours
I will bark at the moon like a dog.
In short, I'm asking to be scalded.
It is the onset of fever.
Yesterday they took a census.
Boasting, I said 'I live two doors down from joy.'
Today, bewildered and sarcastic, I phone them and ask
'Isn't it obvious? This slum is empty.'
Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit.
I am listening to the face in the mirror
but I don't think I believe what she's telling me.
Her words are modern, but her eyes have been weeping
in gardens and grottoes since the Middle Ages.
This is the aftermath of fever.
I cool the palms of my hands upon the bars
of an imaginary iron gate.
Only by an extreme act of will can I avoid
becoming a character in a country song:
'Lord, you gave me nothing, then took it all away.'
These are the sorrowful mysteries,
and I have to pay attention.
In a chamber of my heart sits an accountant.
He is frowning and waving red paper at me.
I go to the window for air.
I catch the scent of apples,
I hunger for a taste,
but I can't see the orchard for the rain.
There are two ways of looking at this.
The first is to accept that you are gone,
and to light a candle at the shrine of amnesia.
(I could even cheat).
In the subterranean world of anaesthetics
sad white canoes are forever sailing downstream
in the early hours of the morning.
'Tell the stars I'm coming,
make them leave a space for me;
whether bones, or dust,
or ashes once among them I'll be free.'
It may make a glamorous song
but it's dark train of thought
with too many carriages.
There is, of course,
another way of looking at this:
Your daddy loves you; I said
'Your daddy loves you very much;
he doesn't want to live with us anymore.'
I am telling myself the story of my life.
By day and night, fancy electronic dishes
are trained on the heavens.
They are listening for smudged echoes
of the moment of creation.
They are listening for the ghost of a chance.
They may help us make sense of who we are
and where we came from;
and, as a compassionate side effect,
teach us that nothing is ever lost.
So ... I rake the sky.
I listen hard.
I trawl the megahertz.
But the net isn't fine enough,
and I miss you
- a swan sailing between two continents,
a ghost inmune to radar.
Still, my eyes are fixed upon
the place I last saw you,
your signal urgent but breaking,
before you became cotton in a blizzard,
a plane coming down behind enemy lines.
Useless waste of human flesh,
Fucking everything you see.
Body like an hourglass,
But a soul just like a succubus.
No, I will not fall victim to your disease,
Or your hideous vagina trap.
Like fucking a malady filled gangrenous wound,
I want nothing to do with you.
Love is dead instead,
You'd rather give head.
You stupid trick,
I will end this.
You're life is meaningless.
Love is dead instead,
You'd rather give head.
Useless waste of human flesh.
I will end this
I am the shadow, and the smoke in your eyes
I am the ghost, that hides in the night
Boom-lay boom-lay, boom! (repeat)
Wait, wait a minute take a step back,
Gotta think twice before you react.
So stay, stay a little while cause a promise
Not kept is the road to exile
Hey, what's the circumstance?
You'll never be great without taking a chance
So, wait you waited too long
Had your hands in your pocket
When you should've been gone.
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
One push is all you need
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
This is philosophy.
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
We watch with wounded eyes.
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
So I hope you recognize.
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness, so long to the regrets
And now I see the world through diamond eyes
Damn, damn it all down
Took one to the chest without even a sound
so, what, what do you want
The things you love or the people you hurt
Hey, it's like déjà vu suicidal maybe I got nothing to lose
So wait, it's the exception to the rule
Everyone of us is expendable
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
One push is all you need
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
This is philosophy.
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
We watch with wounded eyes.
(Boom-lay boom-lay boom)
So I hope you recognize.
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness,
So long to the regrets
And now I know that I'm alive
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness so long to the regrets
And now I see the world through Diamond Eyes
(uuuuuuuuuuuuuh uuuuuh)
Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine
I'm on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness so long to regrets
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness so long to the regrets
And now I know that I'm alive
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness, so long to the regrets
And now I see the world through diamond eyes
Out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
(The story is just beginning)
I say goodbye to my weakness,
So long to the regrets
And now I see the world through Diamond eyes
Boom-lay boom-lay boom (repeat till the end)How can we bridge the path from dark to light
If we live like the rest.
Can we portray his love?
We are the Window
What we do is for you
Can we be your hands?
Burn these walls
Let your light shine through this veil
Burn these walls
Let your light shine through
We are the Window
We must set our own hearts
Straight to lead the weak
We give ourselves to you
To see the truth within in your hands
Oh God take it all
Fill my lungs
Give me life
We were hollow men
We were hollow men
Consume me
I am choosing what I will let decide
Who I will become
With all this shame pulling at my feet
I will run to you
What can I do
To make this wretch pure
All of me
Use all of me for you
We must set our own hearts
Straight to lead the weak into the promise land
You still Give us hope
This is my flesh
Nothing more than a book
Of redemption and regrets
This is my flesh
Nothing more than a book
Of redemption and regrets
Burn these walls
Let your light shine through this veil
Burn these walls
Let your light shine throughHEYYY!
I'm leavin the same way I came in
Lookin forward but I can't see straight
It's just like I know where I'm going
It's just like me to fool myself(I'm Right Here Bitch!)or(im what happends)
Buried by the words of a liar(I'm Right Here.. BITCH!)Or(im what happends)
But I'm alive and I'm still breathin
We're sane because of her taste
You didn't say enough for one last time
My mind plays it over and over
Slow motion
But we're moving faster, moving faster
So much further
Let's not lose control
(Light a match just to watch it burn)
Struck
(Light a match just to watch you burn)
Where are you goin? How far?
Where are you goin?
(Let's give them HELL!)
We're sane because of her taste
You didn't say enough for one last time
My mind plays it over and over
Slow motion
But we're moving faster, moving faster
So much further
Let's not lose control
(I'll bite the bullet)
(Just to save myself) (Oh!)
(Oh no, this ship is quickly sinking)
(We gotta take control, gotta take control)
(Oh no, this ship is quickly sinking)
(We gotta take control, gotta take control)
Slow motion
Now we're moving faster, moving faster
So much further
Now we're moving faster, moving faster
(I'll bite the bullet)
*lyrics*
;D
Ahh, soul of mine
Ahh, sober
Ahh sold the mind
Ahh I'm so sober
I know the way
Ahh...stoned
Ahh, so it ends
Ahh oh stone sober
Ah, gimme that wine!
Gimme that acid!
And I wanna lose everything that's policing us, and then everything must begin!
And I wanna do heroin!
And I wanna do crack cocaine!
And I wanna lose everything but release... Why don't you just:
SMOKE THAT FUCKING WEED, BOY! DRINK THE WINE!
^Genius poetry right there, niqquh
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles
The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills
The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
IF PIRUS AND CRIPS - ALL GOT ALONG,
THEY PROBABLY GUN ME DOWN, BY THE END OF THE SONG.
SEEM LIKE THE WHOLE CITY GO AGAINST ME,
EVERYTIME I'M IN THE STREET, I HEAR
YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK
MAN DOWN, WHERE YOU FROM, NI66A
FUCK WHO YOU KNOW, WHERE YOU FROM, MY NI66GA
WHERE YOU GRANDMA STAY, HUH, MY NI66A?
THIS MAAD CITY I RUN, MY NI66A.
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh
Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where *censored* hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at him different
That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time, with the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?
Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all, duck."
That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce
Now crawl your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city
2 Chainz - Birthday Song
"She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty"
i cri evritim
And I hit groundYou mean you twerk that booty?
:lol: It's up to the listener to interpret it. Thanks man, I hope you'll enjoy it with the instrumentals ;)Is there a relase date or something? Or I'll just have to wait?
See the animal in his cage that you built.
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye.
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built.
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart, and it's all right where it belongs.
What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks.
Would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head.
Just creations of your own.
Your devils and your gods, all the living and the dead, and you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion. You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods while you're hiding in the trees.
What if everything around you isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks.
Would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?
Skrillex!!!!yeh skrillex the best
[Intro]
Yeah, mother fucker
Sup nigga
Gangsta Rap nigga
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Nigga (7x), I'm %100 nigga
Nigga (7x), I'm %200 nigga
Nigga (7x), why do police hate niggas?
Nigga (7x), they hate us cause our dicks is bigga
Nigga (7x), why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga (7x), cause im a mother fucking nigga!
Nigga (7x), why you drink so much beer?
Nigga (7x), I dont drink beer, I drink malt liquor
[Refrain]
Cause I'm a nigga!
Im a motherfuckin nigga man, I ain't all that african american shit
Fuck that im a nigga, I ain't mixed, I'm a nigga
N-I-G-G-A, nigga, you already know
[Verse 2]
Nigga (7x), why you eat so much chicken?
Nigga (7x), why won't you make it in my kitchen?
Nigga (7x), why you call them hoes bitches?
Nigga (7x), cause them hoes is bitches!
Nigga (7x), why you stay in the hood?
Nigga (7x), cause I dont like livin by peckerwoods
Nigga (7x), why you ain't got no job?
Nigga (7x), seven dollars all won't feed me dog
Nigga (7x), why yo pants gotta sag?
Nigga (7x), cause hand-me-downs downs is all a nigga has!
Nigga (7x), why you scared to go to court?
Shit, cause the judge look just like that put our ass on the boat and made me a nigga
[Refrain]
Mama Rag is a nigga
Durag is a nigga
Ballstics is a nigga
And I'm Uretha's nigga
Nigga!
[Intro]
Yeah, mother fucker
Sup nigga
Gangsta Rap nigga
Nigga
[Verse 1]
Nigga (7x), I'm %100 nigga
Nigga (7x), I'm %200 nigga
Nigga (7x), why do police hate niggas?
Nigga (7x), they hate us cause our dicks is bigga
Nigga (7x), why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga (7x), cause im a mother fucking nigga!
Nigga (7x), why you drink so much beer?
Nigga (7x), I dont drink beer, I drink malt liquor
[Refrain]
Cause I'm a nigga!
Im a motherfuckin nigga man, I ain't all that african american shit
Fuck that im a nigga, I ain't mixed, I'm a nigga
N-I-G-G-A, nigga, you already know
[Verse 2]
Nigga (7x), why you eat so much chicken?
Nigga (7x), why won't you make it in my kitchen?
Nigga (7x), why you call them hoes bitches?
Nigga (7x), cause them hoes is bitches!
Nigga (7x), why you stay in the hood?
Nigga (7x), cause I dont like livin by peckerwoods
Nigga (7x), why you ain't got no job?
Nigga (7x), seven dollars all won't feed me dog
Nigga (7x), why yo pants gotta sag?
Nigga (7x), cause hand-me-downs downs is all a nigga has!
Nigga (7x), why you scared to go to court?
Shit, cause the judge look just like that put our ass on the boat and made me a nigga
[Refrain]
Mama Rag is a nigga
Durag is a nigga
Ballstics is a nigga
And I'm Uretha's nigga
Nigga!
Rich Gang - Lifestyle ft. Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGt_JGHYEO4#ws)
Start: 0:22
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