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six feet under - bonesaw
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in hoods everywhere  |
I came into this world high as a bird
From secondhand cocaine powder, I know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungees off bridges without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in these ass clubs They go the other route, turn each other out, burn each other out Where a bonified nigga like me can't even get no back rub these days - ain't that bleak on they part? But let me hold it down, 'cause they shut you down When you speak from your heart - now that's hard While we rantin' and ravin' 'bout gats, nigga they made them gats They got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at Oooo, I fear the battle's just begun Oooo, though we're here, someday we will be gone So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' to keep my faith in you In you I'm fascinated by the way yo nipples peak at me through yo blouse Freaky me, freaky you - can't help but be aroused 'Scuse me Lord less for thinkin' but that's the way we was brought up Sneakin' to watch Playboy at night, we all must be caught up in worldly ways Chemistry between boys and girls is alot like when we went to the woods and laid with the squirrels During P.E., we'd be Exploring each others privates Hunchin' with all our clothes on until we felt excited then, aaaah Oh now it's on from here on out Put yo hands in the atmosphere if you know what i'm talkin' 'bout Now if two hearts done walk on out and I see you on the next song They call it 'horny' because its devilish Now see, we dead wrong Oooo, I fear the battle's just begun Oooo, though we're here, someday we will be gone So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' to keep my faith in you In you People don't know the stress I'm dealing with day to day Speakin' about the feelings I'm possessing for Rene Mopin' around and wondering where she stay Saw her last that she lay Give it another day, I say But the Lord he taketh away, now give it back Lord 'Cause that's like backboards without the rims Me and my Auntie was tight like Southwest before the pinks moved in Like the niggas that owned the ligour store - crack cocaine, pimps and whores livin' up on this earth before a nigga like Daddy was born But they makin' a scene that my music and crime are a team But I'm speakin' the truth, not dreams So what in the fuck they mean? - my lyrics ain't clean Oooo, I fear the battle's just begun Oooo, though we're here, someday we will be gone So I'm hopin', wishin', prayin' to keep my faith in you In you |
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Aw shit...
G-G-G-GA G STUDENT! (Yeah) Yo MC Plus +, if you're such a fucking hardcore computer scientist, why don't the track numbers on your album start at 0? ...Bitch I guess I'll have to shut you down for good this time, Already tried a SIGQUIT, so now it's KILL DASH 9. You gotta learn when it's time for your thread to yield; It shoulda slept; instead you stepped and now your fate is sealed. I'll take your process off the run queue without even asking 'Cause my flow is like reentrant and preemptive multitasking. Your sad rhymes are spinnin' like you're in a deadlock, You're like a synchronous sock that don't know when to block; So I pull out my keyboard and I pull out my Glock, And I dismount your girl and I mount /proc And I've got your fuckin PID and the bottom line Is that you best not front or it's KILL DASH NINE. KILL DASH NINE, No more CPU time. Cause it's KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine. I run KILL DASH NINE, 'Cause it's MY time to shine So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE! See it ain't about the Benjamins or Pentiums or Athlons, But you rappin' 50 meters while I'm spittin' in decathlons. Your shit's old and busted, mine's the new hotness; You're like CLR and I'm like CLRS. You're running csh and my shell is bash, You're the tertiary storage; I'm the L1 cache. I'm a web crawling spider; you an Internet mosquito; You thought the 7-layer model referred to a burrito. You're a dialup connection; I'm a gigabit LAN. I last a mythical man-month; you a one-minute man. It's like I'm running Thunderbird and you're still stuck with Pine, Which is why I think it's time for me to KILL DASH NINE. Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE No more CPU time. 'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine. I said KILL DASH NINE 'Cause it's my time to shine, So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE! My posse throws down like leaky bucket regulators; I was coding shit in MIPS while you were playing Space Invaders. With my finger on the trigger I run ./configure Yo, this package is big, but MY package is bigger. I roll my weed with Zig Zag while I zag-zig splay, And I do a bounds check before I write to an array. I'm a loc'd out baller writing KLOCS a day, 'Cause it's publish or perish, fool, what can I say? I'm 26 now, will I live to see 28? Some days I wonder if I'll survive to graduate. But hey, that's just fine, I won't ever resign, And if fools try to step then it's KILL DASH NINE! Yeah it's KILL DASH NINE, From my command line It's KILL DASH NINE Sending chills down your spine, I said KILL DASH NINE, 'Cause it's my time to shine, So don't step outta line or else it's KILL DASH NINE! fs sa rlidwka I'll chown your home and take your access away Comin' straight outta Stanford, ain't nobody tougher, Control-X, Control-C, I'll discard your fuckin' buffer. You're outside your scope, son, close them curly brackets, 'Cause I drop punk-ass bitches like a modem drops packets. Dump your motherfucking core, and trace your stack 'Cause where your ass is going, there won't be no callback. See my style is divine and my code is sublime, My career's in a climb and yours is in a decline. I'll write a pound-define and assign you as mine, So refine those sad rhymes or remove your plus signs, Or it's KILL DASH NINE, No more CPU time, 'Cause it's KILL DASH NINE, And your process is mine, I said KILL DASH NINE 'Cause it's my time to shine, Bitch you stepped outta line and now it's KILL DASH NINE! |
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ween - the h.i.v. song
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silversun pickups - little lover's so polite
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ween - eurshishyshen
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a homosexual |
Call it Canaveral
I won't say his name Could've had anyone - he didn't What do you think could make him stoop so low? What do you think could make him stick his hands in my life? What on Earth could make him stoop so low? What do you to think could make him stick his cock in my wife? What on Earth could make him stoop so low? I'd like to put him up there in one I'd like to see his face I'd like to put him up there in one Blow him up into space He'll fertilize the rice in China With the cinders of his remains Want to start a country somewhere On an island or an archipelago or a peninsula, or an isthmus, or a fjord or an inlet, or even a mountain Print up stamps and money there and they'll all have Oswald's face |
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Iron & Wine - House By The Sea
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Commodore LXIV |
I've been listening to The Cure for 3 days.
The Top, The Head on the Door, Standing on a Beach, Disintegration, Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, Paris, Wish, Galore, and Self Titled. I'm downloading the other albums though. |
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I tried listening to the cure for the entirety of yesterday. I almost shot myself
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I listen to them a lot at work and find that my thoughts are often centered on casual sex and suicide.
I read a book called Ten Imaginary Years about the first 10 years of The Cure this week and it turns out Robert is just fakin'. |
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the feelings are too strong and overwhelming to tease. me no likey
hah! well, it certainly sounds interesting |
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the book is basically one really long band interview with commentary by everyone who was in the band at some point and the record label guys. in that sense its not very personal, and thats disappointing.
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I've never really thought about them as the personal or intimate type
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back to the subject at hand.
deftones-when girls telephone boys |
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RISE AGAINST- READY TO FALL
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a homosexual |
...Then came Winter's bitterness
Numbness swept down from the East The lost, cold and hungry gently collapse Into the endless fields of soft luminous white She sulks from silver towers, she could save a life He says he hates us and has no words to try ...and I know why Trapped under Winter's paw - I'm the animal Frost invades and steals my breathing Distant dimples glut with glitter, and comfortable Outside the wolves are waiting... DON'T TRUST MAN DON'T TRUST GIRL DON'T TRUST ANIMAL TRUST IN STEEL DON'T... STOP... MOVING... DON'T... STOP... BREATHING... She sulks from silver towers, she could save a life He says he hates us and has no words to try AND I KNOW WHY When nature calls; eat the kill When nature calls - TRUST IN STEEL DON'T... STOP... MOVING... DON'T... STOP... BREATHING... |
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the aquabats - fashion zombies
I'm in a zone |
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Doc, I know I've let you down
'Cause you counted on me But David beating Goliath Just wasn't meant to be What's my Star Compared to Dynamite? A quite pathetic fight Let's keep it clean... PUNCH OUT! Mr. Dream had turned into a nightmare His fists; they had a taste of steel I flinched from his assaulting Apprehensions became real Some hooks A barrage of his claws My heartbeats took a pause Let's keep it clean... PUNCH OUT! (knockdown) So thick, the darkness that surrounds I entered the dreamless rest The KO countdown faded As I greeted unconsciousness (knockdown) Forgive me for failing you I disillusioned you My best... Just wasn't good enough... |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son, youknowhatimean? Yeah, check the story [Ghostface Killah:] I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump We rap renegades, must stay paid [Chorus: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) [Ghostface Killah:] Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage Jake Cutler on dust, when I blam shit [Chorus] [Raekwon:] Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on Rented cars, fronting on winning broads Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play Spray something down if the team say It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me Plus four other I'll gangstas, we all anxious To blow up your block and spank shit [Chorus] [U-God:] Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down Your G-Force, with heat walks Free falling to a better money, bet he's hungry Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut Don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather Whatever, whatever, he cried indepence Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends Keep your eyes on your friends, cause they spy for the feds Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads [Chorus] |
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Raekwon the Chef is fucking gnarly
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You wait til Gayry and I release the Evaporating Rims song, shit's gonna blow your Mama's mind
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say werd
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