Avancier2 Posted May 29, 2007 Share Posted May 29, 2007 Lost among the miracles, I stand alone And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top of throne I've known For many years that I would turn to rust I find a reason for another breath Before my return to dust I become one with science and mathematic and the rising of the sun I'm numb To all of those who blinded cannot see The chastiser of the enemy Perception requires duality Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body I have hardly, come across them who's holy Send them to the ?cheribem? to control thee Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold The battle field is new but the war is now old You can never see the merest shadow of a halo Above the head of evil jin who's deadly like tornado The world has become an aquarium Full of gaping fish with murderous mouths I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in Writing down murderous files I who have nothing but the lack of variation And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war terror Posted May 29, 2007 Share Posted May 29, 2007 ^^^iwho have nothing jedi mind tricks new shit is boring --- I bring the gory oratory that's demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps Like cataracts your habitat is Halifax Once I run you out your native city Shay's committee is pretty witty we show no pity I deflate then separate whack MCs who replicate Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate I devastate, homosapian metabolism Like human cataclysm embredded with an anachronism My precision makes incisions on your acrotism Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids Fifty dead MCs to my credit Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RathofGod Posted May 29, 2007 Share Posted May 29, 2007 cause we live in a superficial planet where preachers get eaten by creatures and homos get buried in granite necro freestyle I heard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FATE522621 Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 go ahead and grip glocks ill snap your trigger finger in six spots youll have to lip lock with hyperdermic needles to like shots ill watch you topple flat put away your rings and holla back cant freestyle, you screwed off the top like bottle caps beneath the surface ill overheat your receiving circuits by unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches what you preach is worthless your worship defeats the purpose like president bush taking bullets for the secret service beyond what yall fathom i shit on cats and jaw tap em show no compassion like havin a straight faced orgasim tore jack em have his half a ten bitch suck my friends dick in the meantime, you can french kiss this clenched fist diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague fistfucking a pussys face holding a hand grenade so if i can you bluffing faggot, youre less than nothing i just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction Diabolic on an Immortal Technique song i dont know the name of Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knim_One Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 black helicopters in the sky Exit the stargate initial perception quickens my heart rate This dark place planet Earth orbits one star Come from afar far away state of mind Open up your 3rd eye Black Helicopters in the sky Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 ^^yeah....the first time i heard that i thought it was ill except that i had some lyrics written that are almost exactly like lins 3 and 4.....so now i cant use them cause people will think im biting. **EDIT** im taking about 2 posts up ...diabolique Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chubbs Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 im hot cuz im fly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pornbooth Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 no way to put it subtle when i want the butthole Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 no way to put it subtle when i want the butthole slick rick has some really gay type lyrics though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manute Bol Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 Who keeps it gulliest, he the one ya hunny digs she like “I heard of yak ballz but don’t know who the fuck he isss” next thing ya know I got my dick out, hit it split it lickidy split it then forget it when I get out, get cheddar for perks I connect the verse high speed TCP/IP log onto my network, and fiends invest in the work I push these muhfuckahs cant see me so fuck how ya heard I look… forgot the rest If I was rich I’d buy a bently to crash it, by a fuckin Rolls-Royce to run over you and ya boys Ummm,,, What can I say im just keeping real, you want a pearl necklace how bout I skeet in ya grill Ayo come here let me spit in ya ear you a thug with a gun on ya hip but I don’t care roll up to ya chick about to throw up, don’t know ya but I can get to know ya on my Motorola hold up wait, you heard about my sinister ways how I thug em crush em have em hurtin fo days rob em even if they assuming im paid then im gone in 60 seconds like Nicolas cage !!!!!!! Im to drunk for this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MAR Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 There's a lot of "I'll murder you" raps With lame ass guys out of nowhere Corny asses, I never heard of you cats Guys like you mess up a lot of tracks Ask your neighborhood about me Why you rappin' act tough and grizzly Urinate on your jacket and leave you pissy Start jockin, get your autograph I'm missing Defecate on your best line Spit three verses in the cup and get busy A wack ass comin this way Must be cross eyed and dizzy You don't listen enough, see me pissin enough Leave ya yellow spots around your bed area Defecate around your head area Precise when I meet that ass And greet that ass, the brain or what Defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stock_tips Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 o its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, hero, not no small feat its all heat in this day and age, i rage your grave, anything it takes to save the day nueromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic use my rappin so you all could see the hazards plus entertainment where many are brainless we cultivated the lost art of study and i brought a buddy automator harder slayer fascinating combinations cyber warlords are activating abominations arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that we high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks composing musical stimpacks the song crack the motor what you think you rappin for? I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders I had to step forward, tell them this ain't for us living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid the secrets of the past they horded now we just borded on a futuristic spacecraft no mistakes black its our music we must take back yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator del i'm feeling like a ghost in a shell i wrote this in jail playing host to a cell for the pure verbal, they said my sentance was equivalent to murder just another hurdle, i bounced through a portal i knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals my ears morphed to receptors to catch ya every word about gravity control and the families they hold for handsome ransoms on the run with a handgun blast bioforms, I am more than a planetwide manhunt with cannons will make me abondon my foolish plan of uprising f**k dying I hijack a mech controlling with my magical chance so battle advance through centuries a hip hop legacy, megaspeed hyperwarp to automator's crib and light the torch they can't fight the force, victory is ours once we strike the source enterprising wise men look to the horizon thinking more capitalism is the wisdom and in prison all citizens in power with rythm we keep the funk alive by talking with idioms yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator isn't eternal evil concerned with thievery medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement original minstrals my central processing unit is in tune with my heart for this art not artificial cuz that makes it hard to miss you copy cats finish last in the human race staying glued to safes to prude to take a buddah brak we got [espers] that let us bless with fresh shit undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos while i float to neo-tokyo with opio or discuss combusitible rust clusters with plus evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the matrix [esper] rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures with correction measures why half the worlds a desert canibals eat human brains for dessert buried under deap dirt, mobility innert i insert these codes for the cataclysm ever since I had the vision use my magnitism in this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up under preposterous laws thats not for us yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sleeping Pills Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 Bakin' Soda in Minnesota cutttty 52 carat blue diamond Rhymin', interior designin', grindin' You can shake cheddar like me on the mic Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga Check it homie get good with me If just i can find your hood again Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be All the way out here, yeah Nicki t Russian, get the weed sparked Get the party started And watch yo back fo the shark Nigga cold-hearted We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota I got a fetish for Adidas, boss But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya On chew, like dem baby pit bulls And ain't no way you can touch my....cool The 12th floor at the Marriot You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot Fetti I sit alone when the mic's on With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em I remember rhymes used to ride with nets Flight at the midnight high with jets You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore Rhymes you can buy at the candy store You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam Hot like soulfood, greens and yams Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya Now i got to get rid of ya We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota I told my mom somethin' that made her cry Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin' Now put the rhyme on a triple beam Now rock it up, and chop it up, And try to grind into triple cream Don't get caught with the same scheme Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King It's like you got to be bald Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far I think they mad when I ticks them off But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break some off The hot wax that's real fatal Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable They say Gretta's got a new baretta And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva I hit the night like stormy weather And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better I rotate like the hands of a clock And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block You better knock on the door tiga And lay them all on the floor tiga Cuz i think they want more tiga I blow em out like a flat tire And hit the weed for Richard Pryor Then call em all straight liars The corks in me like the tail of a fox So get the grease hot, nigga Or your tigaz'll be caught Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ANALPUDDING Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 5 7 5 on my fucking wallet chain/ i been wilin' mane/ ima holla mane/ there anit nothin else bout mane/ i tell em flow on/ and go on/ to the ozone/ im so blown/ my blunt like a pole-on/ got prolonged, now hold on/ toot it like a trombone/ im so gone/ an umm, i got it cocked back i dont need no thumb on/ so come on... wayne son. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ANALPUDDING Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 "otha Fish" Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah We was like that you know Yeah, and I bet you got layed back Yeah, I'ma uh, I'm a just sit in here for a couple of hours Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude Oh no, I'm kinda tired Nah, we got a basket, we're gonna fill this basket before we go, yo Aight, bro Cause there are otha fish... [slim Kid Tre] It took a second to register up in my branium My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasn't sleepin on who I was, so she crept in like a hawk In a minute's time, we adjourned to the floor Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin We got into the groove, I didn't bust no, uh, hip-hop moves I just kept it nice and smooth Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought we'd be forever Didn't have an um-ber-ella, now I'm soaked in stormy weather whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together Never sympin, and leave your love life limp There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid Cuz you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea In the sea that is (Chorus 3X) (In the sea) You know there's otha fish in the sea that is I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths for an imaginary kiss with you again Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend like a tailor and be Olive Oyl's number one sailor I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than I can handle But men aren't supposed to tumble into the den B Macho, but I hancho like Pancho will give in Family oriented, but not Oriental A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a Pinto A hero is a sandwich, and a Manwich is a meal A marriage is a paper, are they fakin or for real? What's the deal dabbers? Will you go tumbling after your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster? The reason why I ask you is because I'm sick of this Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits He doesn't even suit ya and he's surely not ya size I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish that ya don't bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea In the sea that is (Chorus 3X) Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough Why ain't you climbin up? My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya Bro, you're stupid, cause ya thought you'd catch a Cupid and you found that love ain't two wiffs of shit So I resign or quit It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or Even the pussywhip, Elizabeth, this is it Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit And now the next man is stealing my heart away I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me The kid is going crazy, they steppin with my lady They workin on a baby, I'm pushin up the daisies, but hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle To no man and stand firm on this And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss Just call me Big Gibraltor miss No, I won't diss, I'm just like on to otha fish in the sea In the sea that is (Chorus 3X) You know there's otha, you know that there's otha (chorus repeats 20X) In the sea, baby (4X) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fatalist Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 Everything from Bow Wow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ANALPUDDING Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 this is my favorite thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
john brown Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 "im a changed man, look at the range man, i got a whole new game plan"-cam'ron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manute Bol Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 cam'ron is too funny. "you look like joe camel (from the cigarettes!)" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
john brown Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 cam'ron is the best rapper alive!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manute Bol Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 haha if you're being sarcastic then I will have to agree. It's like commando, nobody ever thought it would be so funny for something that's supposed to be serious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
john brown Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 haha, yea im being sarcastic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
passion4aerosol Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 so put a quater in ya ass cus you played yaself. so put a quater in ya ass cus you played yaself. so put a quater in ya ass cus you played yaself. so put a quater in ya ass cus you played yaself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prismone Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just Dont care I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to loose my head Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes Blow Crazy lady, livin in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go To search a prince to see the last of senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so ditty She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her Own Chorus: Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin under My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v. Says she watches to much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, dallas at night Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when Im not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike At the station Me on king kong standin on my back Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might Hijack a plane! Chorus: My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a Fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be Cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing Funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and Honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy After the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the Run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin on a Seesaw Chorus: A child was born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but hes frowning too Cause only God knows what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way Youll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say Im cool, Im no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now youre unemployed, all null n void Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man is took and youre a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young old school is my steez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flexone Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 smokin blunts of skunk makin hoes of punks and only underground funk bumpin out of trunk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AyeBee Posted June 17, 2007 Share Posted June 17, 2007 "Got my gun ready, boxes of shells Would break his jaw, but I don't wanna fuck up my nails (THEY TOO PRETTY NIGGA!)"- RIP Stack Bundlesssss Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schnitzel Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 "I'm not a pheasant plucker I'm the unpleasant fucker" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prismone Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 check yourself before you wreck yourself... cause dicks in your ass is bad for your health. -ice cube Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
never[TUA] Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 Couldnt be bothered searching through this whole thread so hopefully these werent posted. AESOP ROCK "daylight" vs. "nightlight" lyrics. Two songs by the same artist. This is from the song daylight. If there's one set of lyrics in this thread you read through completely check these ones: Yo...put one up and shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split ridiculous Fathom the splicing of first generation Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!) I paste the game to zero hour completion green (Splash!) Duke of early retirement pick a dream American nightmare hogging the screen I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in and you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming resonance I promise temperance towards breed with a leaning conscience Here the creed acts since responsive but my sports supports the wattage And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs You won't be laughing! So I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed So I triple knot them and forgot them This origami dream is beautiful but man those wings will never leave the ground Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. (yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop, keep on to the break of dawn) Slacker bound emit a tabloid headline with a pulse Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed Diddy crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly stains To hear the blame to crystal conscience The results of low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep Plug deteriorating Xenobit(sp?) Pendragon I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (alley gospel) Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bashed dreams Sparking in my brick wall windows another thick installment Of one night in Gotham without the wretched Houston we have a problem Attached to a infested batch of city goblins Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow Head rips Watch red bricks turn yellow Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus Raw feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess Kiss the speaker wire, Peter Passivism peggin' threshold Stomach full of halo kibbles Wings span cast black upon visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape Vision and pick apart the pixels I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast Metal Captain! This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion I told him: "Yeah", but only when I pedaled past him. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way And these lyrics are from the song nightlight. Which is sort of a response to the song daylight: Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement Y'all catch a 30-second flash frame Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes With anti hero earthworm mentality (Godzilla!) I paste my game to zero hours of completion See a cretin's still a cretin even speakin' altered moniker American nightmare lost in the monitor I'll hold the door open so you can stagger through Then send berserk and bread cookies in after you It's the gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from "Get the fuck up" Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish See the freaks sucked out the wattage while 3 bears invade the cottage And I can't sleep now Yeah, the police'll laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when you're hosted by the ghost of Christmas past You won't be laughing when your blow up doll's got a headache and won't give up the ass And I lay my kicks to rest when I'm impressed So I staple-gun them to my feet This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail watch the wings flap But you really can't do a thing with that All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day Swallow up the pieces Spit 'em at your species Beached at the city of lost barnacles and leeches Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening Night (Light) Day (Light) x8 I'm pretty sure I got a pulse.. plus We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed Just let me keep the crumbs (Please) With seven deadly stains To hear the plane to crystal conscious The results of dead-beats trying to make a dollar off a bomb threat (OK) Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto orbit Set a course then push the button I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle Zig zag and zig 'em again before they can pull a badge out But I lash out Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like "Houston we have a problem" They're buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow? Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow I'll try to meet the wizard But a tailgating tit-man holding an oil can won't let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes Life's not a bitch, life is a beotch who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace out searching for the G-spot Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an asshole; maybe I'm just an asshole Kiss the speaker wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold Stomach full of diner food Wings span cast black upon views Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood I got this friend of polar nature and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast Metal Captain! This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion I told him: "Yeah" then gave him one last look and smashed him All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day Swallow up the pieces Spit 'em at your species Reachin' the city of lost barnacles and leeches Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening Night (Light) Day (Light).. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
never[TUA] Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 Download/Buy/Stream these two songs. Your head will explode. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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