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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

 

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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)

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Originally posted by fr8lover:

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

 

 

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...

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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.

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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, /

 

---SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN (TO THE ENDING)

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

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Originally posted by boogie hands:

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

 

 

run laps around the english channel means trafficking drugs across and back.. the english channel

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"you step to me and i'll suck your dick."

not sure who but

i think epmd might of said it...but im not sure

some early 90's hardcore comin outa the closet shit for some gay rapper...

not that i would care but i just dont understand it..no.not at all..

 

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its better than jacking off...

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Originally posted by knowlej:

run laps around the english channel means trafficking drugs across and back.. the english channel

 

 

he isnt even from england or france!

 

"you brake the law nigga brake it,i dont care,but when you get caught remember that i dont care!"he shouldnt have said "i dont care" twice..he should have said...but when you get caught remember that life aint fair,or,your ass dont got hair.just something else

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Originally posted by *see-phore*:

he isnt even from england or france!

 

"you brake the law nigga brake it,i dont care,but when you get caught remember that i dont care!"he shouldnt have said "i dont care" twice..he should have said...but when you get caught remember that life aint fair,or,your ass dont got hair.just something else

 

 

 

yeah but in the beginning of the song they're talking about how they found noreaga in the phillipines ... so does it matter that he's not from england or france?

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most any of ludacris's shit doesnt make any sence what-so-ever

"It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can

I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man

Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission

You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin

On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward

No regards, close but it's no cigar

A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last

I jump in pools and make a big splash

Water overflowin, so get your head right

It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight

Enough with tips and advice and thangs

I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs

They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit

They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit

Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire

Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires"

 

wtf was that verse all about?1!?!??

 

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"now how can i perfect this? livin' recless, die for my neclace"

-nas

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Originally posted by George Dubyah Bush:

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."

 

 

helllll no man that whole album was bomb as fuck. automatic bazooty/ zero to tooty fruity!!!! hahaha pure funk man george clinton was like got damn i wish i funked like that, and sly stone turned over in his grave and wished he had soul like that white boy.

but the lyrics that make the least amount of sense are EVERY SINGLE THING KOOL KEITH A.K.A DOCTOR OCTOGON ,POOPATRONIC,DOCTOR DOOM,DAN THE AUTOMATOR FROM THE NEW BAND THE GORRILAZ, AND A FRIGGEN BAJILLION MORE NAMES.

HE HAS AND ALWAYS WILL NOT MAKE ONE IOTA OF SENSE TO ME LIKE THAT SONG BLUE FLOWERS, OR HALF SHARKALIGATOR-HALF MAN I JUST DONT GET IT. BUT THE SAD THING IS A BOUGHT EVERY SINGLE ALBUM HE PUT OUT AND WILL CONTINUE TO BY MORE

 

 

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Originally posted by George Dubyah Bush:

I think rappers make up the most dumb words and slang to finish a rhyme that they can't finish in english otherwise.

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i think that's a pretty stereotypical and unintelligent opinion of rap... well, maybe not for commercial rap, cuz that's garbage most of the time, but for underground shit you cant say that they aren't speaking intelligently most of the time

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Guest aymet one

The whole song "It's Them" by Them, while a personal favorite, is nigh-gibberish in several places.

"Hoard the seashells and blow out the big wick, it's them! it's them!"

great stuff

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