[matt g]

Ay, this is life man, niggaz out here talkin
rappin about shit you ain't never seen or had no parts in, youknowhatI'msayin?
Shit ain't cool man, ay Lo, take 'em where you from
Let me take you to a place where the sun don't shine
Killers don't talk, little kids don't mind
Men don't work, don't take care of babies
You bought my album but bootleggers don't pay me
City runnin wild, cats don't give a fuck
Junior High students don't say no to drugs
Liquor stores don't ask shorties for their ID
This is a place where don't nothin surprise me
The ghetto
The ghetto, yo..
Now you can get shot, everyday it's a struggle to be alive
Mentally, physically, only the strong survive
Can't hide from the fact ghettos is filled with blacks (blacks)
crack (crack) smack (smack) roaches and rats
Thugs totin they gats, this ain't a nice place to visit
The people that you live with, hearts cold and frigid
That girl over there, don't even bother with her (why?)
She's a hoodrat, gold-digger, never had a father figure
Her older brother was a big time drug dealer
When he was young his role model was a drug dealer
Now that he's older, everybody wants to cop a boulder
He took a bullet in his head, now he's in a coma (bloaw!)
You callin 9-1-1, this ain't a joke
You rollin like a blunt cause you might get smoked
The sad part about it ain't the money or the dope
The trigger man wasn't even old enough to vote
Shit ain't all good in the hood
Touch mine, wish a nigga would
You knowhatI'msayin? (In the ghetto)
Landlords don't do nothin but collect rent
Police don't patrol, serve or protect it
Brothers don't allow others to hustle on they block
Always carry heat cause the beef don't stop
And it don't quit, everyday the same shit
Hustlin to get you what your job can't get
And I ain't even talkin 'bout a Benz or Mercedes (what you talkin about?)
I'm talkin about toothpaste, diapers for your babies
The basic necessities of life
The homeless sleepin in a cardboard box every night
The only playgrounds is vacant lots and burned buildings
You gotta feel sorry for the children
How they gon' do they homework when they homes don't work?
They can't read books cause the lights don't work (nope)
They can't take a bath cause the water don't work (nope)
The stove in the kitchen, plus the heat don't work (nope)
It's cold at night, they mommas can't afford jackets
She too busy tryin to support the crack habit
The State took her kids, now they all doin bids (man that sound crazy)
I know it sound crazy but that's how it is, in the ghetto
The ghetto
All I see are hearts that's hollow, from Detroit to Chicago
Just hopin you can follow
Shit's real, I know it sounds crazy
Shit, it's how it is, how it is..
(This is a place where) Nothin surprise me
(This is a place where) Nothin surprise me..

[Rob Instigator]

I LOVE RAKIM!
the illest flow, the best internal rhythms, the smoothest yet roughest voice.


But we cannot forget the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, Slick Rick The Ruler.


THE MOMENT I FEARED

Well Im sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth (my teeth)
Its the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache, they felt rigid and stuff
So I looked around, and I smoked this big fat spliff
Now Im happy as can be Im in this pothead spell
I put some visine in my eyes so that no one can tell
Its 12:55 almost time for the bell
Put the breathmints in the mouth so that the mouth dont smell
Now back on the job, I dont bother no one
I keep strictly to myself and all my work gets done
Now the jobs finally over its time to have fun
And Im hangin out with trevor theres a kid named john
Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the latin quarters and we got in free
Scoopin all the girls like nuttin with my trunk jewelry
Cause ima fly brown brother and you cant school me
Boogie down was performin hey they aint no joke
And a bunch of brooklyn kids was lookin all down my throat
Was it my big chains with the big plates on em?
Then they rolled on me and told me to run em

This was the moment I feared...
Hey yo homeboy take off your chains man
Bout to hurt you real fuckin bad, Im gonna fuck you up
This was the moment I feared...
Yo whats the matter stupid? take the shits off man!
The fuck is up?

I said, theyre really not real, theyre just a front for the girls
Then a whole bunch of fists just, caved my world
I was in pain, so ashamed, I wish I had not came
Had to kindly pick up my face and then ride home on the train, then
I went to an open store thats where I brought/bought me a quart
Then I went to the park, and I sat and I thought
I seen danny boy though hes with his girl named sarah
In one of his cars, I think this ones a bravera
She calls out to me, but, I really couldnt hear her
So I went just a little bit closer so Id hear a little clearer
She said, I need veronica blades thats right near tilden
I said, I know where thats at cause thats right next to my building
I gave em the information and they went on their way
I went home, and there I slept til almost three the next day
Then someone knocked on my door, I opened up, no quit!
It was sarah with some magazines and a bag named kit
She tried to use me and seduce me and at first I wasnt with it
Then we did it and we did it and we did it and we did it
She said it was great, she said shes glad we had done it
The elevator came and danny boy was on it

This was the moment I feared...
Hey yo what the fucks goin on here?
What you doin to my girl homeboy?
This was the moment I feared...
Oh I just know yall didnt just finish fuckin
I just know yall aint just finish fuckin

Well he was huffin and puffin and he swung at me -- word
So I pulled out my jammy and I silenced the nerd
Then he was dead two in the head I took the cash and the visas
She said, dont worry about a thing just make sure nobody sees us
We went back to her apartment, there was blow in the freezers
She said, were rich were rich we can have whatever will please us
Now I dont hang with no one who aint good for my health
So I put the sugarhead out and I went for self
Now I was rich as I was rich I could have whatever would please me
Now I could wear real gold in front of folks that would tease me
Yah me, Ill be a new neighborhood dad
Catsll roll up on me screamin, yo rick my man!!
I guess I was too fly word up Im sorry to say
Ya see a cop rolled up on me and told me, make my day
I said, relax brother, but he had proof that I had done it
Yah they had false hair on underwear with my fingerprints all on it
This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style
And I was the main event on the tv for a while
But now Im in jail doin life and Im scared
Some kids snuffed me cold and greased me where no one dared

This was the moment I feared...
Turn around nigga (hahahaha)
Spread your cheeks
This was the moment I feared...
Uhh, aowwhwhwaa! stop stop! ahaowwhahaooho

[Disgruntled Youth]

Big L: Ebonics

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

[HaydenAsche]

Quasimoto - The Clown - Further Adventures of Lord Quas



Artist: QuasimotoAlbum: The Further Adventures of Lord QuasTitle: The Clown
feat. Madlib

[Madlib]
If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week
But then I would have no money for when I'm with my freak

Fuckin with these records I ain't never going to sleep
But that's how it is when you're into this shit

[Quasimoto]
Want this

[Madlib]
Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick

[Quasimoto]
What about your beat

[Madlib]
Spending 2 hours looking for a certain kick
Man
I ain't about to buy a beat man
I can't even find a disk man to sell it
Man, what the fuck

I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers"
Rock and Roll
Now I'm over here on smashing your speakers
Boss 303

[TeamRamRod]

Mobb Deep


(Intro)

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no fellas
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your pretty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no feelins
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

[TeamRamRod]

When The Music Stops- D-12


Bizzare

Music (music), reality (reality), sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psyche!

Eminem
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter if there aint
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin'
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for A joke You smokin' crack?
'fore I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some whack Shit
out
I'm trynna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin' to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin' but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin' I'm just trynna to knock His
teeth out (Punching Sound)
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, muthafucka if you're really feelin' froggish, leap
Yo Slim, you gonna let him get away with that
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

Swift
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he (gunshot sound)
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga wit beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what ya think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'm allergic to dyin', ya think not ya got balls
We can see how large
When the music stops

Kon Artist
I was happy havin' a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst
It hurts when you see ya friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothin' left but ya word and ya balls
And your stress full of cause
Of ya new friends they beggin' wit they hands out
Checkin' for your record when it's sellin'
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till you car spin you then
Screech
Damn!
Crash
you slam into the wall and you fall
Out the car, trynna crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music Stops

Kuniva
Let's see how many of ya men loyal
When I pull up lookin' for ya
Wit a pistol sippin' on a can of Pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ya head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin' about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the chance
Understand I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dyin' alone that really
Hurts me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trynna walk how g's walk before we spark
Hump the floor while we playin tug of war with your life, fuck the tour and the Mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
yoU high hype poppin' shit in broad daylight nigga your a goner at night

When The Music Stops

Proof
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, Ya'll want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof!
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomp the booth shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breathe, shits the more I moves
This hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our dues (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

Bizzare
Music has changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now I'm in jail
'93 was strictly R&B
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who go'n tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fuckin' Priscilla tonight
Flyin' down sunset smokin' crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddie Murphy in the back
MOP had me grimy and gritty
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
Now I'm in the hospital with a
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock,
I'm reachin' for the glock but the music stops

[afterthefact]

Busdriver - Imaginary Places
Im just here to hold your hand when you die
and to show you around imaginary places
puttin many lumps on my bloody stump
edible habits so I bit the perfect circle
die in your sleep with the sky at your feet
ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace
how did you do it, i dont know, im ok
every person i know is a secret sorta agent
cuz im accused of lewd conducts
(all prove hard to rate the prompts?) (**my guess**)
any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin
a funny farm a coo coo but they need a villian

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
there is not a sicker person that can do it better
no need to skip it in my eco system
but in the audience of me being evil christian
H-M know how I hate him so
but he charged me for a halo
but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk
of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie
I play dead songs on the sill screen
Iron my shirt it is a chill dream
It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it
straight up from the center finally fair-well

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip
flow in the dark when i stroll in the park
giving everybody informative pamphletes
no sign of life for as far as i can see
everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat
eat shit and die to the secret spy
cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched
24-hour survailance
money or power or ailments
whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer
it was way too much you coulda went and had 200

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot
late market closed, and the irk on her nose
turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts
shes had no love for the thought that she was
she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut
Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good
but I will not appologize for anything that I say
My name is Mr Busdriver
this is the producer Paris
we are not embarassed to admit that we were purchasing a bit
of our own imaginary place

kids.. if you want to piss off your parents
show interest in the arts

kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents
buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes

ok ok, alright, um, yea..
now
move!

- lots of scratching -

gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to)

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Unless you get the (senamums) to her we'll help you

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you

Im just here to hold your hand when you die
Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too

Im just here to hold your hand to die
Im just here to hold your hand when you
Just here to hold your hand..
when you die..

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by HaydenAsche

Quasimoto - The Clown - Further Adventures of Lord Quas



Artist: QuasimotoAlbum: The Further Adventures of Lord QuasTitle: The Clown
feat. Madlib

[Madlib]
If I could I'd buy records everyday of the week
But then I would have no money for when I'm with my freak

Fuckin with these records I ain't never going to sleep
But that's how it is when you're into this shit

[Quasimoto]
Want this

[Madlib]
Paying 60 dollars for a simple drum lick

[Quasimoto]
What about your beat

[Madlib]
Spending 2 hours looking for a certain kick
Man
I ain't about to buy a beat man
I can't even find a disk man to sell it
Man, what the fuck

I make beats everyday of the week
I used to listen to the "Sound of the Zeekers"
Rock and Roll
Now I'm over here on smashing your speakers
Boss 303

sp twelve hundreds...

why didn't you post the rest of the lyrics to that tune?

[HaydenAsche]

Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

sp twelve hundreds...

why didn't you post the rest of the lyrics to that tune?

Because I couldn't remember the lyrics and copy and pasted from a lyrics site. They suck and don't have them all.

[sonic sphere]

ice t- i'm your pusher

(insert lyrics here)

[jennthebenn]

third verse of "my philosophy":


How many mc's must get dissed
before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"
this is just one style
out of many
like a piggy bank
this is one penny
my brother's name is Kenny
Kenny Parker
my other brother I.C.U.
is much darker
Boogie Down Productions
is made up of teachers
the lecture is conducted
from the mic into the speaker
who gets weaker?
the king or the teacher
it's not about a salary
it's all about reality
teachers teach and do the world good
kings just rule
and most are never understood
if you were to rule
over a certain industry
**** right now
would be in misery
no one would get along
nor sing a song
'cause everyone'd be singing for the king
am I wrong?!
so yo, what's up
it's me again
Scot La Rock,
KRS, BDP again
many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
we're criminal minded
and only tend
funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
no more than four minutes
and some seconds
the competition checks and checks
and keeps checkin'
they get the album
take it home
and start sweatin'
why? well it's simple
to them it's kind of vital
to take KRS-One's title
to them I'm like an idol
some type of entity
in everybody's rhyme
they wanna mention me?
or rather mention us
me or Scot La Rock
but they can get bust
get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
nor do I f*** around
and you can tell by the bodies that are left around
when some clown jumps up to get beat down
broken down to his very last compound
see how it sound?
a little unrational
a lot of mc's like to use the word
DRAMATICAL!
Fresh for '88
you suckas

[nomadicfollower]

People talking)
I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.
You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,
and you're waving the damn flag.

Frank, what's that man?

I'm just watching some bullshit.
On the news. It's fucking bullshit.
Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.

Coming live from my own theater room,
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.
Don't give me that ethical shit.
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids,
and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exsactly how they attacked,
with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women could have protected their children;
wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
wondering if after it settles,
we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
but only on our own soil,
so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We're going to wait until he's older, though,
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I'll get a close-up of his head.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

The city is covered in inches of mud.
I see some other pictures of victims erupt.
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands,
to escape the brutal heat;
sometimes in groups of three.
The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would like to breath,
but all they say when all was said,
beyond the talking heads,
was the bloody dust with legs,
looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
All the hospitals overwhelmed,
volluntiers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death toll?
Someone we rally behind.
He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know, the more they fabricate,
the easier it is to sell a soul.

(Man talking)
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last.
Changes need to be made;
no more curbside baggage,
seven pm curfew,
racial profiling will continue with less bitching.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote,
remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on TV.
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
which foot is right to kiss.
We don't really know who the culprit is yet,
but he looks like this.
We know who the heroes are,
they're not the xenophobes who act hard.
We taught the dog to squat,
how dare he do that shit in our own back yard.
They happen to scar our financial state,
and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,
on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a family huddle,
'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
humanity struggles.
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble;
some of them dug for answers in the mess,
but the rest were looking for trouble.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.

(Two people talking)
Seriously, if I want to find out anything, I'm not going to read Time Magazine,
I'm not going to read Newsweek, I'm not going to read any of these magazines.
I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth,
you know that.

What kinds of truths are they omitting?

Well, anything.
Even on a worldwide basis.
They'd just go off the stands in a day if they printed really the truth.

What is really the truth?

Well, really the truth is just a plain picture.

[Disgruntled Youth]

The Point Of No Return Immortal Technique lyrics

Artist: Immortal Technique
Album: Revolutionary, Vol. 2
Year: 2003

Title: The Point Of No Return

 

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[Talking]
Yeah... It's that real this time around
Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2
It's on now mother fucker..
Lock and load!

[Verse 1]
This is the point of no return I could never go back
Life without parol up state shackled and trapped
Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack
But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped
I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me
Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B
Just like the spanish exterminating Tainos
Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos
Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered
And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix
A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow
Lethal injection strapped down ready to go
Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace
Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets
Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte
The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready
This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it
Malcolm little running up before Elijah Muhammad
The commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth
They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse
Like prescription pills when you miss using them nigga
The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem nigga
And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple
Al Aksa the name is no coincidental
I know too much to government is trying to murder me
No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically
How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country
Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me
My people are so hungry that they attack without reason
Like a fuckin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds him
Immortal Technique is treason to the patriot act
So come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not coming back

[Hook]
This is the point from which I could never return
And if I back down now then forever I burn
This is the point from which I could never retreat
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace
This is the point from which I will die and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore

[Verse 2]
This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this
Mary Magdalen giving birth to the children of Jesus
The evolution of the world, bloody and dramatic
Human beings killing monkeys to conquer the planet
The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia
Machine gunnin' your body with depleated uranium
This is the age of micro chips and titanium
The dark side of the moon and contact with aliens
I started out like Australians, criminal minded
Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind it
South Paul, murderous, methadology nigga
Remember that I'm just a man don't follow me nigga
Cause once you past the point you can never go home
You've got to face the possibility of dying alone
So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne?
When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own
It rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stone
And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome
Comperized humanity living inside of a clone
This is the place where the unknown is living and real
Worm went to planet X and the seventh seal
Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal
This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky
Cause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie

[Hook]
This is the point from which I could never return
And if I back down now then forever I burn
This is the point from which I could never retreat
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace
This is the point from which I will die and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore

[o o o]

L'encre coule, le sang se répand
la feuille buvard
Absorbe l'émotion, sac d'image dans ma mémoire
Je parle de ce que mes proches vivent et de ce que je vois
Des mecs coulés par le désespoir qui partent à la dérive

Des mecs qui pour 20.000 de shit se déchirent
Je parle du quotidien, écoute bien mes phrases font pas rire
Rire, sourire, certains l'ont perdu - je pense à Momo
Qui m'a dit à plus; jamais, je ne l'ai revu

Tenter le diable pour sortir de la galère, t'as gagné frère
Mais c'est toujours la misère pour ce qui pousse derrière
Pousse pousser au milieu d'un champs de béton
Grandir dans un parking et voir les grands faire rentrer les ronds

La pauvreté, ça fait gamberger en deux temps trois mouvements
On coupe, on compresse, on découpe, on emballe, on vend
A tour de bras, on fait rentrer l'argent du crack
Ouais, c'est ça la vie, et parle pas de R.M.I. ici ici ici

Ici, le rêve des jeunes c'est la Golf gti, survet' Tachini
Tomber les femmes à l'aise comme many
Sur Scarface, je suis comme tout le monde je délire bien
Dieu merci, j'ai grandis, je suis plus malin, lui il crève à la fin

La fin, la faim, la faim justifie les moyens, 4, 5 coups malsains
Et on tient jusqu'à demain, après on verra bien
On marche dans l'ombre du malin du soir au matin
Tapis dans un coin, couteau à la main, bandit de grand chemin

Chemin, chemin, y'en a pas deux pour être un dieu
Frapper comme une enclume, pas tomber les yeux, l'envieux en veut
Une route pour y entrer deux pour s'en sortir, 3/4 cuir
Réussir, s'évanouir, devenir un souvenir

Souvenir être si jeune, avoir plein le répertoire
Des gars rayés de la carte qu'on efface comme un tableau tchpaou!
c'est le noir
Croire en qui, en quoi, les mecs sont tous des miroirs
Vont dans le même sens, veulent s'en mettre plein les tiroirs

Tiroir, on y passe notre vie, on y finit avant de connaître l'enfer
Sur terre, on construit son paradis
Fiction, désillusion trop forte, sors le chichon
La réalité tape trop dure, besoin d'évasion

Evasion, évasion, effort d'imagination, ici tout est gris
Les murs, les esprits, les rats la nuit
On veut s'échapper de la prison, une aiguille passe, on passe à l'action
Fausse diversion, un jour tu pètes les plombs

Les plombs, certains chanceux en ont dans la cervelle
D'autres se les envoient pour une poignée de biftons, guerre fraternelle
Les armes poussent comme la mauvaise herbe
L'image du gangster se propage comme la gangrène sème ses graines

Graines, graines, graine de délinquant qu'espérez-vous? Tous jeunes
On leur apprend que rien ne fait un homme à part les francs
Au franc tireur discret au groupe organisé, la racine devient champs
Trop grand, impossible a arrêter

Arrêté, poisseux au départ, chanceux à la sortie
On prend trois mois, le bruit court, la réputation grandit
Les barreaux font plus peur, c'est la routine, vulgaire épine
Fine esquisse à l'encre de Chine, figurine qui parfois s'anime

S'anime, anime, animé d'une furieuse envie de monnaie
Le noir tombe, qu'importe le temps qu'il fait, on jette les dés, faut flamber
Perdre et gagner, rentrer avec quelques papiers en plus
Ca aidera, personne demandera d'où ils sont tombés

Tomber ou pas, pour tout, pour rien on prend le risque, pas grave cousin
De toute façon dans les deux cas, on s'en sort bien
Vivre comme un chien ou un prince, y'a pas photo
On fait un choix, fait griller le gigot, brillent les joyaux

Joyaux, un rêve, plein les poches mais la cible est loin, la flèche
Ricoche, le diable rajoute une encoche trop moche les mecs cochent
Leur propre case, décoche pour du cash, j'entends les cloches,
les coups de pioche
Creuser un trou, c'est trop fastoche

Fastoche, facile, le blouson du bourgeois docile des mêmes la hantise
Et porcelaine dans le pare-brise
Tchac! le rasoir sur le sac à main, par ici les talbins
Ca c'est toute la journée, lendemain, après lendemain

Lendemain? C'est pas le problème, on vit au jour le jour
On n'a pas le temps ou on perd de l'argent, les autres le prennent
Demain, c'est loin, on n'est pas pressé, au fur et à mesure
On avance en surveillant nos fesses pour parler au futur

Futur, le futur ne changera pas grand-chose, les générations prochaines
Seront pires que nous, leur vie sera plus morose
Notre avenir, c'est la minute d'après le but, anticiper
Prévenir avant de se faire clouer

Clouer, clouer sur un banc rien d'autre à faire, on boit de la bière
On siffle les gazières qui n'ont pas de frère
Les murs nous tiennent comme du papier tue-mouches
On est là, jamais on s'en sortira, Satan nous tient avec sa fourche

Fourche, enfourcher les risques, seconde après seconde
Chaque occasion est une pierre de plus ajoutée à nos frondes
Contre leurs lasers, certains désespèrent, beaucoup touchent terre
Les obstinés refusent le combat suicidaire

Cidaire, sidérés, les dieux regardent, l'humain se diriger vers le mauvais
Côté de l'éternité d'un pas décidé
Préfèreront rôder en bas en haut, on va s'emmerder
Y'a qu'ici que les anges vendent la fumée

Fumée, encore une bouffée, le voile est tombé
La tête sur l'oreiller, la merde un instant estompée
Par la fenêtre, un cri fait son entrée, un homme se fait braquer
Un enfant se fait serrer, pour une Cartier menotté

Menotté, pieds et poings liés par la fatalité
Prisonnier du donjon, le destin est le geôlier
Le teurf l'arène on a grandi avec les jeux
Gladiateur courageux, mais la vie est coriace, on lutte comme on peut

Dans les constructions élevées
Incompréhension, bandes de gosses soi-disant mal élevés
Frictions, excitation, patrouilles de civils
Trouille inutile, légendes et mythes débiles

Haschich au kilo, poètes armés de stylo
Réserves de créativité, hangars, silos
Ca file au bloc 20, pack de Heineken dans les mains
Oublier en tirant sur un gros joint

Princesses d'Afrique, fille mère, plastique
Plein de colle, raclo à la masse lunatique
Economie parallèle, équipe dure comme un roc
Petits Don qui contrôlent grave leurs spots

On pète la Veuve Cliquot, parqués comme à Mexico
Horizons cimentés, pickpockets, toxicos
Personnes honnêtes ignorées, superflics, Zorros
Politiciens et journalistes en visite au zoo

Musulmans respectueux, pères de famille humbles
Baffles qui blastent la musique de la jungle
Entrées dévastées, carcasses de tires éclatées
Nuée de gosses qui viennent gratter

[o o o]

Lumières oranges qui s'allument, cheminées qui fument
Parties de foot improvisées sur le bitume
Golf, VR6, pneus qui crissent
Silence brisé par les sirènes de police

Polos Façonnable, survêtements minables
Mères aux traits de caractère admirables
Chichon bidon, histoires de prison
Stupides divisions, amas de tisons

Clichés d'Orient, cuisine au piment
Jolis noms d'arbres pour des bâtiments dans la forêt de ciment
Désert du midi, soleil écrasant
Vie la nuit, pendant le mois de Rhamadhan

Pas de distractions, se créer un peu d'action
Jeu de dés, de contrée, paris d'argent, méchante attraction
Rires ininterrompus, arrestations impromptues
Maires d'arrondissement corrompus

Marcher sur les seringues usagées, rêver de voyager
Autoradios en affaire, lot de chaînes arrachées
Bougre sans retour, psychopathe sans pitié
Meilleurs liens d'amitié qu'un type puisse trouver

Génies du sport faisant leurs classes sur les terrains vagues
Nouvelles blagues, terribles techniques de drague
Individualités qui craquent parce que stressées
Personne ne bouge, personne ne sera blessé

Vapeur d'éther, d'eau écarlate, d'alcool
Fourgon de la Brink's maté comme le pactole
C'est pas drôle, le chien mord enfermé dans la cage
Bave de rage, les barreaux grimpent au deuxième étage

Dealer du hashich, c'est sage si tu veux sortir la femme
Si tu plonges, la ferme, pas drame
Mais l'école est pas loin, les ennuis non plus
Ca commence par des tapes au cul, ça finit par des gardes à vues

Regarde la rue, ce qui change? Y'a que les saisons
Tu baves du béton, crache du béton, chie du béton
Te bas pour du laiton, est-ce que ça rapporte
Regrette pas les biftons quand la bac frappe à la porte

Trois couleurs sur les affiches nous traitent comme des bordilles
C'est pas Manille ok, mais les cigarettes se torpillent
Coupable innocent, ça parle cash, de pour cent
Oeil pour oeil, bouche pour dent, c'est stressant

Très tôt, c'est déjà la famille dehors, la bande à Kader
Va niquer ta mère, la merde au cul, ils parlent déjà de travers
Pas facile de parler d'amour, travail à l'usine
Les belles gazelles se brisent l'échine dans les cuisines

Les élus ressassent rénovation, ça rassure
Mais c'est toujours la même merde, derrière la dernière couche
De peinture, feu les rêves gisent enterrés dans la cour
A douze ans conduire, mourir, finir comme Tupac Shakur

Mater les photos, majeur aujourd'hui, poto
Pas mal d'amis se sont déjà tués en moto
Une fois tu gagnes, mille fois tu perds, le futur c'est un loto
Pour ce, je dédie mes textes en qualité d'ex-voto, mec

Ici t'es jugé à la réputation forte
Manque-toi et tous les jours les bougres pissent sur ta porte
C'est le tarif minimum et gaffe
Ceux qui pèsent transforment le secteur en oppidum

Gelé, l'ambiance s'électrise, y'a plein de places assises
Béton figé fait office de froide banquise
Les gosses veulent sortir, les "non" tombent comme des massues
Les artistes de mon cul, pompent les subventions dsu

Tant d'énergie perdue pour des préjugés indus
Les décideurs financiers plein de merde dans la vue
En attendant, les espoirs foirent, capotent, certains rappent
Les pierres partent, les caisses volées dérapent

C'est le bordel au lycée, dans les couloirs on ouvre les extincteurs
Le quartier devient le terrain de chasse des inspecteurs
Le dos a un oeil car les eaux sont truffées d'éceuils
Receuille le blé, on joue aux dés dans un sombre cerceuil

C'est trop, les potos chient sur le profil Roméo
Un tchoc de popo, faire les fils et un bon rodéo
La vie est dure, si on veut du rêve
Ils mettent du pneu dans le shit et te vendent ça Ramsellef

Tu me diras "ça va, c'est pas trop"
Mais pour du tcherno, un hamidou quand on a rien, c'est chaud
Je sais de quoi je parle, moi, le bâtard
J'ai dû fêter mes vingt ans avec trois bouteilles de Valstar

Le spot bout ce soir qui est le King
D'entrée, les murs sont réservés comme des places de parking
Mais qui peut comprendre la mène pleine
Qu'un type à bout frappe sec poussé par la haine

Et qu'on ne naît pas programmé pour faire un foin

Je pense pas à demain, parce que demain c'est loin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uQ_X6nQ8xk&search=IAM

[o o o]

in a completely different vein:


Tenu éloigné du niveau des pros,
je reviens agile comme Bebeto.
Guette ma technique, je suis physique,
N° 1 au classement des tchatcheurs,
la division 1 ne me fait pas peur.
Le Kaïser du rap, le roi, le pape,
Mène l'attaque et les sponsors attaquent,
on m'attaque et j'évite les tacles.
C'est comme à l'entraînement,
quand je saute les obstacles,
je me balade sur le terrain musical.
Je tue au micro comme je shoote dans la balle.
Sur ta console, tu luttes à Kick Off.
Moi je marque des buts, même à Dino Zoff.
Je suis le filou : Michel Platini,
qui échappe aux griffes du gros Basile Boli.
Oui, j'en veux. Comme Rumenigge :
je mouille mon maillot quand je suis au micro.

C'est un passement de jambes, sur le beat je flambe
Un passement de jambes, un passement de jambes
Un passement de jambes, une mise en avant
Un passement de jambes sur le beat je flambe...

Transfert effectué :
l'homme de l'année a enfin signé.
Prêté par la secte aux Virgin A.C.
ma tchatche est brossée,
tous mes mots sont cadrés.
Même Mark Landers, en tombe à la renverse.
A l'aise dans mes Coppa, stylé en Diadora,
je suis le prince du parc Guadalajara.
On fait la hola pour Umbro Gynéco ;
et ooh-ha ooh-ha, pour Cantona.
Rescapé de la grande époque des Verts,
je remonte le score quand ma Clinique perd.
Vainqueur de la Coupe
des vainqueurs de Coupe.
Le lion indomptable
a de la force dans ses shoots.
J'ai le ballon d'or, le micro d'or,
les souliers d'or et des disques d'or.
Les hoo-ligans sont gan, morgan de moi,
et comme ils disent : "Vive le roi".

C'est un passement de jambes, sur le beat je flambe
Un passement de jambes, un passement de jambes
Un passement de jambes, une mise en avant
Un passement de jambes sur le beat je flambe...

Rencontre au sommet, TF1 retransmet :
La crise sera cardiaque
dans les foyers français.
C'est moi qui arrache la qualification ;
je marque de la main et empoche le pognon.
Ce soir je vous mets...de l'huile sur le feu.
Coup de sifflet final : pas de prolongations.
j'ai mené le bal, repasse toi mes actions.
J'ai des millions de francs
cachés dans mon jardin. Je bois du Cacolac,
ça c'est Jean-Pierre Papin.
Le foot, c'est malsain, comme la musique :
y'a que des requins.
Pas d'échange de maillots :
tu pourrais prendre mon flot.

[Hip Priest]

Jane, Stop This Crazy Thing! by M.C. Shan

(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x)

She was this girl that I know named Jane
She used to be cool, now the girl's insane
Now all Jane does is walk around all day
Sayin, 'Beam me up, Scotty, take me away!'
Now I remember Jane from back in the day
When she used to go to school, get all straight A's
Now you see Jane on the street corner
Stoppin every car anytime she wanna
Whatever went wrong, the facts remain
But who could think this woulda happen to sweet old Jane

(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x)

Jane's lifestory was a tragic one
She started gettin high, cause she said it was fun
There was no party, just a meeting of friends
And then the question arose: who got ends?
It went around, they had 300 in all
Somebody yelled out: 'We're gonna have a ball!'
Steve grabbed the money and ran down the block
Came back and said, 'Y'all, take a look at this rock!'
Jane was gettin into somethin heavy that night
'Hurry up quick, somebody give me a light!'
[Name] said 'Hold it!', he was pullin too fast
But Jane was amused by the smoke in the glass
She was tickled to death at the faces they made
'Puttin fire to the glass, don't you think it won't break?'
In a flick of a flash the torch was lit
She put it to her mouth, and she took a hit
Smoke rushed from her lungs and up to her brain
This was the beginning of the end of Jane

(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x)

Jane got weak, and the bass got strong
What she used to do right, Jane now does wrong
I walked past one day, called my man Jack
She almost broke her neck cause she thought I said 'crack'
It had to be a week since I seen her that day
But the body that she had just wasted away
When she used to walk by, we used to say she looked chill
But now as she passes, everybody go (ill!)
The girlie we saw hop off Mercedes Benz
She was on it so hard, she started stealin from friends
To all the drug dealers she was so in debt
That she sold her VCR and her TV set
Jane used to live the life as the storybook tells
Now everything she gets, she eventually sells
Sneak around the corner when you see Jane comin
She'll be touchin on your clothes, the girl be crumbin

(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (2x)

If you know a girl who was the quiet type
Who acts kinda funny and a bit too hype
These kinda actions only mean one thing
She's only buggin like that cause she's suckin the thing
Not only the girls, it can happen to guys
But the fellas try to beat you, then they greet you with lies
One day Jane coulda been my honey
I just couldn't wait till the girl made 20
I see her nowadays, and all I do is sing
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!)

(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) (3x)

[trance feeeedback]

MC Pee Pants-I want candy

I want candy, bubble gum, and taffy
Skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy
Got my pennies saved so I'm her sugar daddy
I'm her Hugh Cronyn and she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy!

put it in a pile, split it with my bitty 50/50 down the line
kinda like close encounters of the cavity kind
im talkin liquorice kisses, talkin chocodile smiles

I want candy, i got a sugar tooth
put on your shin gaurds, Sandy, 'cause i wanna knock boots
lick my peppermint stick til' the lollipop droops
gumdrop that dont stop til' its licked knot loose

(ladies)
candy... candy...

i need candy bubble gum, and taffy
get in my way punk, you're gonna get ya ass beat, nasty
Do it till your dad sees, embarass your whole family
Just 'cause you came between a kid and his candy
I need candy, any kind'll do
Don't care if it's nutritious or "FDA approved"
It's gonna make me spaz like bobcats on booze
A hyperactive juice that only I can produce

And fuel a giant drill, bore straight into hell
Releasing ancient demons from their sleep forever spell
So they can walk upon the earth, and get resituated
And Hawk the diet pills that MC Pee Pants has created

Want some candy, need some candy, feed me candy til' I'm dead
I'll kill you for some candy, give me candy, give me head!
Where you keepin' all the candy?!
Who made you candy king?!
If you dont give me some candy, I will make the ladies sing!

(ladies)
Candy, in tha morning, candy on the way to school
Candy, at school, at lunch in the afternoon
Candy, its good, on your way home from school
Candy, at diner,at dinner, in bed!

Mess up the mix, mix up the mess
Come on down yo, here's the address
At 6-1-2 Wharf Avenue
right next to Gentlemen's club.

[Richard Pryor on Fire]

Best Big L lyric, I'm like Beavis, I get nothing But- head.

[jon boy]

best

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gOBq...%20day%20today