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Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand Yeah Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island Might even raise a little sand Yeah cause Im a voodoo child Lord knows Im a voodoo child baby I want to say one more last thing I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time Ill give it right back to ya one of these days Hahaha I said I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time Ill give…

Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every t…

Brett: They call me the rhymenocerous Not because I'm fat Not because I've got birds on my back Because I'm horny, I'm horny When I'm on the mic I'm like global warming You can't ignore me In the bedroom I'm the gentleman All the ladies come before me Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenaecologist Now I'm passing over the mic to the hiphop-potamus Jemaine: They call me the hiphop-potamus My lyrics are bottomless Bret (spoken)Is that it? Jemaine(spoken)Yeah Bret: Sometimes my rhymes ar…

Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold now empty ya purse they rally ruond tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! Wi…

Yeah people come up Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one Check it Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream They're borders and boots on top of us Pullin' knobs on the floor of thier toxic metropolis So how you gonna get what you need ta get? Tha gut eaters, drenched get offensive like tet When the fifth sun sets get back reclain Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed Face tha funk now blastin' out ya Spine ed for tobacco, oh I'm the marlbaro…

In my eyes, indisposed In disguise as no one knows Hides the face, lies the snake The sun in my disgrace Boiling heat, summer stench 'Neath the black the sky looks dead Call my name through the dream And I'll hear you scream again Chorus: Black hole sun Won't you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Won't you come Won't you come Won't you come Stuttering, cold and damp Steal the warm wind tired friend Times are gone for honest men And sometimes far too long for snakes In my shoes, a walkin…

Man it’s a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper & the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My mu-equita, my Spanish harlem mona lisa Your my reason for reason The step in my groove BRIDGE: And if you say this life ain’t good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Cause you’re so smooth CHORUS: And just like the ocean under the moon Well that’s the same emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin that c…

Uggh! Pull, pull Wuh! (sung sorta like michael jackson) Come on! Uggh! Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list Al live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check it Its set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away G…

Come on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin with the fury that they had in 66 And like e-double Im mad Still knee-deep in the systems shit Hoover, he was a body remover Ill give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown Cause all these punks Got bullets in t…

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Quote from DeLarge: “Huh! Check it...uggh! Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Yeah...and mad mad boy grips th…

Yay: The posting thing is not being a dumbass anymore.

Heh, probably... She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And …

Crap, why does it keep doing that? :mad:

This is the greatest and best song in the world... Tribute. Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here, we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road. All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road. And he said: "Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul." (soul) Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other, and we each said... "Okay." And we played the first thing that came to our heads, Just so happened to be, The Best Song in the World, it was The Best…

:rofl: No.

Sick of the waitin, prayin', and hopin’Sick of the cold whisper dreams and not knowin’Sick of the strength it takes to keep goin’Sick cause I'm losin’ the fight and it's showin’ AyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyAyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyUnforgivable but true AyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyAyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyI'm alone without you Sick of the fear and sick of the coldSick cause its worse for the weak and the oldWith two broken legs I'm climbin’ this hillSick of deciding who gets what in my will AyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyA…

High above the mucky-muck Castle made of clouds... There sits Wonderboy, Sitting oh-so-proudly. Not much to say When you're high above the mucky-muck... Yeaaauh! Yeah! Wonderboyyy! What is the secret of your power? Wonderboy! Won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck, man? Well now it's time for me to tell you about young Nastyman Arch-rival and nemesis of Wonderboy With powers *comparable* to WONDERBOY! What kind of powers? you may ask? I dunno.. how about the power of flight, that do anyt…

Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured Silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes All the fistagons the bullets and …

1)Rage Against the Machine 2)Jimi Hendrix