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lyrics that make absolutly no sense

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by boogie hands, Aug 8, 2001.

  1. boogie hands

    boogie hands 12oz Legend

    Joined: Feb 15, 2001 Messages: 16,059 Likes Received: 13
    so far the only ones i could think of are from hip hop songs.....
    "attack like a vulture"-the guy who did that horrible track with pdiddy and black rob
    ...last time i checked vultures were scavengers, hence they do not attack
    "run laps around the english channel"-noreaga
    ....it eludes me as to how you can run laps around something that does not connect at any point, that makes about as much sense as running laps around the atlantic ocean

    brick, brick ,brick...thats how i be up against your girlfriends ass...
  2. podrido

    podrido Veteran Member

    Joined: Apr 14, 2001 Messages: 9,182 Likes Received: 28
    actually vultures do attack.only babies though and when they do, they go for the eyes.
    like outkast when he says silver back orangutans? i dont think there are any, oh well...
  3. boogie hands

    boogie hands 12oz Legend

    Joined: Feb 15, 2001 Messages: 16,059 Likes Received: 13
    wow...thats a pretty nasty attack...rappers better watch themselves....

    brick, brick ,brick...thats how i be up against your girlfriends ass...
  4. beardo

    beardo Guest

    75% of phish songs

    control for smilers cant be bought (maybe so maybe not) the solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so maybe not) is it for this my life i sought (maybe so maybe not)
  5. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,278 Likes Received: 239
    'holy shit' from the anticon 'music for advanced listener' EP. Soles verse makes no sense. literraly. its not supposed to. he wrote it so it sounds all deep, but says aposlutely nothing. its funny.,
  6. fr8lover

    fr8lover Guest

    "latyrx" has the most nonsense lyrics ever...but i fucking love that song.
  7. TOY

    TOY New Jack

    Joined: May 16, 2001 Messages: 2 Likes Received: 0
    most of redman's shit. he mixes up 2 different subjects in one line without completing either one.
  8. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,278 Likes Received: 239

    you've apparently never read the lyrics have you? honestly, thats one of the dopest songs ever. lyrics born fucking kills it. thats one of my top 5 favorite verses ever...
  9. fr8lover

    fr8lover Guest

    i have read the lyrics and many times ive switched channels to listen to both verses by themselves...its a great song, its just off the wall.

    its especially cool to turn the lights off and put the headphones on to.
  10. *see-phore*

    *see-phore* Senior Member

    Joined: Jul 7, 2001 Messages: 1,182 Likes Received: 0
    i think he says swim laps around the english channel
  11. *see-phore*

    *see-phore* Senior Member

    Joined: Jul 7, 2001 Messages: 1,182 Likes Received: 0
    ok sorry he says 'run laps around the english channles' but in his defence hes talking about it after he says 'ay yo we light a candle'
  12. boogie hands

    boogie hands 12oz Legend

    Joined: Feb 15, 2001 Messages: 16,059 Likes Received: 13
    oh, ok.....it all makes sense now.....i guess i never though about it that way http://www.12ozprophet.com/ubb//rolleyes.gif'>

    brick, brick ,brick...thats how i be up against your girlfriends ass...
  13. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,278 Likes Received: 239
    LYRICS BORN: Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,/ Throw out
    the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground./ Why
    do they love it so?/Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward
    breezes, / And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts, / Absorbs sweet
    Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into/ Deep,
    dark, space around Taurus, / And the Mormons can't explain the stars
    reflectin' in her corneas. / It makes they hearts beat hard against they
    corsets which / Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--/ Who was
    it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? / She had to forfeit
    little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
    / Privately, we recorded her, / Intimately, yes! We courted her with-- /
    "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my--/
    Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, / We will explore your
    inquisitive tendencies; / The intrinsic and the explicit, / We won't
    inhibit any of your inquiry, / But first the fire must be met then quenched
    by you candidly and randomly venting any / Thoughts, memories, anything! /
    It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" / So we
    left gravity, / Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, /
    Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, / And then
    I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,/
    Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a
    thickened band of taffy, / Assuming every length and shape imaginable, /
    Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
    / But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, /
    I shot out like a javelin after her screams, / First matching her speed,
    then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her, / But the web I
    spun had not strengthened yet, / And the momentum sent them stretching
    through my intentions,
    And I popped! / Dolly lost. . . . . . . / And Lorraine. . . . . .. /
    Plopped back down into her bedroom, / And coughed/

    LATEEF: Born / the correlation / relation shapin' / the forms / are takin'
    their stations
    warned / we're warmed / the verbal intercourse / and mind fornication / is
    on, whine, design is tight, / corn burn more than blunts / or oil at
    midnight / the clock turns, as it often does / fight it with all ya might
    scrub / ya learn more if ya listen / timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' /
    rippin's a mission so come equipped / but not with remote clickin's or
    clips / in the nine / ya mind / is fine / with me / brother / ya chickens,
    you caint rhyme / and punks react violently / but bad men respond silently
    / later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely /
    privately / commenting on society / modestly, / honestly, / asking why
    fools even try it / when they're undeniably / and obviously, / undoubtedly,
    / decidedly, / wack / I strech out and expand / in 3-D like / galaxies
    establishing terrestrial contact, like / roll up the windows, crank the
    heat, relax recline the seat, / and thank Lateef, / take two and pass, /
    give it a little gas and ask / "What's the riddle mean?" / Fantastic / G
    E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted
    / synchopated audiosyncratic madness / concentrated / focused / on the
    rabbit / like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine / armed with claws
    that bring murderous tragedies / to even human beings burdened with
    feelings of sadness / ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest /
    sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em / before that /
    I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action / in sound clashes / bastard I'm
    the fastest / quick draw / like: western classics / BIG JAW, voice cuts
    like a saw / sprinkling you like Magic / as the cataclysm hits / like SMACK
    / vocabic havoc cracks / your sternum, spine, and scapula / spectacularly /
    propelling you backwards over the edge / of the track

    LYRICS BORN: Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple, / You
    will notice from your new knowledge experience, / That the distance from
    the crust to the mantle to the core, / Is much greater than previous
    measurements, / And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a
    myriad of new findings, / Different from the supposed truths, / The ample
    evidence we presented, / It complemented our argument that "everything is
    impermanent". / Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element
    has suggested is legitimate, / And finally, as a reminder, / The precious
    metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment, /Cannot
    compare to the infinite introspective splendor, / Represented by the
    treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center, / Incentive
    isn't it? LATEEF: yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes, / You're dealing
    with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh, / You wan test surely ya jest,
    look, lets just get / one thing correct before ya step focus on breath,
    breath, breath, / one rep, / breath, breath, breath, / select yet another
    set of styles? Yup, yup, yep, / each one as hard as erections I got to
    flex, flex, flex, / for project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
    / while you're caught up, / thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex, / and more
    flesh, flesh, flesh, / robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness /
    most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck / what
    the heck? / It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less,
    and less / and lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press, / you gotta do
    it yourself / quiet as kept, kept, kept, / if my work is respected I
    collect checks, checks, checks, / they cain't all bounce and if they do I
    got an ounce at the rest / so I aint stressin' off that bullshit. / LYRICS
    B: 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? / I've
    authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred, / And
    I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone, / I kicked the devil in his
    neck without my rosary on. LATEEF: and I checked out the vampire's nest /
    sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix / plunged the
    wooden stake deep inside his chest / Pinned him! / thrashing around in the
    bottom of his sarcophagus / writhing around / till the only thing left, /
    were little scraps of nothingness / those scattered all about infinity LB:
    All different shapes and sizes going wherever / LATEEF: But all of one
    entity / LYRICS BORN: That I had brought together for my pleasure / Watch
    this now, /

    LATEEF: As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation /
    but you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.
    LYRICS BORN; Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons
    rendered from a rusty Ford fender, /

    LYRICS BORN You get your steak and eggs, / Your Caesar vinaigrette, /
    Savor your cigarette, / 'Cuz I'ma tape your lips, / Become my marionette,
    / You curtsy, pirouette, / And when my blade caresses, / I scrape my
    bayonet, / You lose your favorite legs, / I love that fragrance, / Playful
    Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous, / You slaying La-Tyrx? / You're
    driving majorettes, / Over some acreage.

    LATEEF: You gettin laid to rest / ain't slayin' Latyrx / you gettin laid to
    rest / over the Sunset's edge
  14. atc

    atc Member

    Joined: Jan 5, 2001 Messages: 588 Likes Received: 0
    that song where method man teams up with ass clown durst. fred's lyrics suck so badly they lose coherence.

  15. George Dubyah Bush

    George Dubyah Bush Senior Member

    Joined: Mar 26, 2001 Messages: 2,286 Likes Received: 0
    Beck's lyrics are quite funny and make no sense.

    "Hot milk.......mmmmm tweak my nipple.......

    Take pills to make them moody, Automatic Bzzootay , Zero to Tooty fruity."