Hebiga, meni je dobar
Da, stvarno je dobar tekst
Hebiga, meni je dobar
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
OTIŠLA JE UZELA MI DETE
SUZAMA SAM LEPIO TAPETE
ajde ajde narode, cuo sam da je to jako popularno u azdnje vrijeme
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Cheap, but not as cheap as your girlfriend.
I'm so goth I don't drink coffee, I drink goffee.
The Roots - Unlocking
[1]SHe-LLO?
[2]SYo who dis?
[1]SYo this [edited]
[2]SYo whattup man?
[1]SYo whassup dude?
[2]SThis is the Black Ill
[1]SOh whassup G?
[2]SY'know, yo
[1]SWhat?
[2]SWe down in the studio yo
[1]SWord?
[2]SYo we got a jawn
[1]SYo, is she live?
[2]SYeah she's live
[1]SSup wit her?
[2]SShe's just, real nice to talk
Sometimes I used to knock off
[1]SWord how she be swingin?
[2]SOh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on!
[1]SOh WORD?
[2]SI called a couple other heads and shit y'know
[1]SAight, who else who else - who else widdit?
[2 - laughing]
[1]SI mean she widdit LIKE THAT?
[2]SYeah you know!
[1]SAin't no bullshit?
[2]SThe whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep
[1]SOh aight, word
[2]SSo come on down, it's on yo
[1]SAiyyo it's it's it's just us?
[2]SYeah it's just us
[1]SOh damn, whassup with some more jawns?
[2]SOh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin?
Fuck some other shit
[1]SFukkit, aight, bet, what the..
Y'know whassup for real for real
[2]SWord, yo so come through
[1]SAight what time yo?
[2]SUmm
[1]SLike NOW?
[2]SYeah, come through now!
[1]SPeace
[2]SPeace!
[Ursula Rucker]
I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual
Paying sexual ties for few and untrue
Words of admiration, translation:
sucker ass, lines, of trash
Spewing from First One's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
through the back door..
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for;
to dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor --
and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed to praise
Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked laughs at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then Third and Fourth One just as dumb
Invite themselves to join in
Third One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned style
while Fourth One says,
"Don't she got some DSL's, make a nigga joint just swell,
to think? I wanna sink my inches, into that bitch's,
berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the other South
To sanctified places where in-house spirits
will later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken words
and complacent faces
And then, like their Minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up rough
Cause neither one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, Fifth One steps to her
Hip-Hop clothed just to, think he gonna impress her
"Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna -- sit on up
top this thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid thrust
[Yvette Smalls' pager goes off]
Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death cunt clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch
Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch
Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mix
Talkin smack at that
Saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard,
you gonna be calling me God"
So he proceeds to poke and prod
with clumsy finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms make me last longer," wrong, cause her
motions of snatch, however detached from the situation
cause his pre pre PRE-ejaculation
It seems she just wastin
good pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven
who ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
by dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep; I'm gonna leap
into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he jumped in and then, he drowned
Got lost and found in her Tart Canal
Slave to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One turn arise
Plys her with familiar lies
Even more familiar still, cause
him she used to love
But he never could quite see above, her mound
A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice
So poised, she rises -- Phoenix from the flame
Finally bored with their feeble fuck games
She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim
at eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock
Parts lips, not expressly made for milding dicks
and then, she speaks:
Your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, I must admit
The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips
excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
but I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul and respect is the crime
This.. was a set up.. now tell me what..... what's my name?
[gun cocks]
Bome jako dugo nisam vidio ovako dobar tekst.
Preilator - Globus
Hossana Meus
Fortuna Deus
Aeterna Teus
Mystre, Morte, Sancte, Pior
(( Esere Ait Altyazi
Yapayzaka Icin
Ozel Olarak Hazirlanmistir
Maverick ))
Fortuna Hossana Meus
Legionus Ab Comae
Fortune, Fortuna Equis
Ad Pugnatoris, In Veritae
Hossana Meus
Fortuna Deus
Protego Causa In Sanctus
Aeternus Praetor
Firmitas Semper
Coryphaeus Rex, Regis Univers
( Prosay Solis Hossana
Protego Sanctus Causa
Padre Illuminata
Gloria In Resurrectum..
Prosay Solis Hossana
Protego Sanctus Causa
Padre Illuminata
Gloria In Unum Diem )
Terra Tenebrae
Telluris Malus
Quisere Pere Curiatus
Genitor Edo
In Ex Domino
Patris Illuminata Rex, Regis Univers
( Prosay Solis Hossana
Protego Sanctus Causa
Padre Alluminata
Gloria In Resurrectum..
Prosay Solis Hossana
Protego Sanctus Causa
Padre Alluminata
Gloria In Unum Diem ) x 2
Lacrimosa, Lacrimosa
In Ex Dominum
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
Jefferson Airplane - Star Track
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can
My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran
My sensory mind is too old to cry
Not ready to live and too strange to die
So stop your doubt push the world on by
With your hand
It takes time to love and open minds to love
And who's got time on their hands
Well life can be hard when you're holdin' a card
In some electronic hand
You'll wander around from place to place
Disappear without a trace
And someone else will take your place
In line
You can fool your friends about the way it ends
But you can't fool yourself
Take your head in hand and make your own demands
Or you'll crystallize on the shelf
The freeway's concrete way won't show
You where to run or how to go
And running fast you'll go down slow in the end
Running fast you'll go down slow in the end
Suicide is Painless
Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
[chorus]:
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
[Chorus]
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
[Chorus]
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.
[Chorus]
MASH
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
[Chorus]
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
'is it to be or not to be'
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'
'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you choose.
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
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cepaj cepaj
"KAD VIDIM DA ONAJ KOME JE EMPEROR KLASA DA MI NAPISE DA JE OVO GOVNO...
MENI JE DRAGO KO MAJMUNU KAD JEDE BANANU..."
~Vozd Jovan Pogani
Elemental- Tuzne pjesme
Remi:
Ti si volio filmove, pse i mačke i čisti zrak
Umišljao bolesti i kod kuće mjerio tlak
Pokrivao se dekom, da se slučajno ne prehladiš
Dva put provjeravao sve što napraviš
Jel' isključena struja, di su ključevi od auta
Nakon jela prao suđe i trčo oko kvarta
Bio ko mladi Werter patio za lijepim curama
Nepotrebno zamarao robom i frizurama
Bio si jako tužan kad bi film tužno završio
Imo dioptriju i dugo nisi svršio
Malo si bildao, nisi izdržao
Igro si Riziko, vikendom duvao.
Imo si čiste cipele i mrzio duge rastanke
Živio ko podstanar i mirisao na jabuke.
Dijelio si savjete, ulazio u diskusije
Baratao jezikom i kritizirao religije
Al moj ziheraš se nije opuštao baš
Rijetko se smijao al je imao osmjeh ko milijunaš
Volio si porniće al nikako da kresneš
Al najviše od svega volio si tužne pjesme.
Refren:
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, a ja želim da se smiješ
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, pa mi s tobom lako nije
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, a ja bi osmjeh ili dva
Ko ispada glup na kraju, ti ili ja?
tužne ,tužne...
- spore lagane nježne i melankolične
tužne ,tužne...
- pune gorčine, one molske, melodične
tužne ,tužne...
- sve one pjesme koje nose tu emociju
tebi su najdraže one ...tužne... oduvijek takav im'o si
Shot:
mjesto za sve i uvijek znao šta je gdje uredno
napisan popis na svaki skopiran cd, sortirane
albume prema abecedi i stilu
sukobe nisi nikad rješavao na silu, curu
nikad nisi htio odvuč doma prvo veće, kont'o
si da neće dat - da nisi ti te sreće, imo
zajeban nick jer si kompjuterski frik spojen u
wireless mrežu za đaba skidat znaš trik
izašo bi autom onda ne bi ništa pio, volio
michael moorea jer na zavjere si brijo
stavio si linux, promovir'o open source, znao
engleski ko hrvatski, naravno “of kors“!
frendove najbolje vuko još od osnovnjaka, imo
svoju sretnu majicu sa facom od Tupaca,
pušio si travu al ti dim je uvijek smeto, na
dogovor u gradu uvijek ranije bi kreto, ti si
takav da nikad nikom ne bi reko "ne", tebe
lako se nagovori skoro na sve, ti voliš
njonjave bendove - tv sapunice
makar ne priznaš to - drkaš na glumice
volio si prirodu, išo u planinare, na
fi-gurice "star trek" potrošio bi pare,
neugodno ti je, sramiš se i priznat se bojiš, a
znamo šta najviše voliš...
Refren:
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, a ja želim da se smiješ
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, pa mi s tobom lako nije
Ti voliš tužne pjesme, a ja bi osmjeh ili dva
Ko ispada glup na kraju, ti ili ja?
...odavno nisam cuo ovako dobar tekst.
Jon Lajoie - Pop Song
Girl, im a sexually attractive man.
That makes me a good artist.
This is my new single…
I hope you like it.
Wealthy men hired me
to sing this song that they wrote for me.
They’re investing in this quasi-music video,
and theyre paying to get a bid on the radio.
(on the radio)
And they’re gonna sell a million (a million),
Yes it’s gonna go platinum…
‘Cause they’ll market this song
to young impressionable and insecure teenage girls.
‘Cause all you gotta say is,
ohh baby i love you and girl i need you in my world.
‘Cause they’ll market this song
to young impressionable and insecure teenage girls.
‘Cause all they gotta do
is find a sexually attractive man
that can sing all the words.
(and now the token rap verse
that doesnt make any sense
but helps to get a small percentage
of the urban music market)
Hey baby baby i can tell that you are crazy crazy.
shake that ass girl my rhymes are gettin lazy lazy.
These things im talking ’bout have
nothing to do with the song baby.
But it don’t matter wont you show me that thong baby.
That’s how it works in the pop music industry,
2009 motherfucker that’s just how it be.
‘Cause they’ll market this song
to young impressionable and insecure teenage girls.
‘Cause all you gotta say is,
ohh baby i love you ooh girl i need you in my world.
‘Cause they’ll market this song
to young impressionable and insecure teenage girls.
‘Cause all they gotta do
is find a sexually attractive man
that can sing all the words.
Now I’m singing with my gay voice
to let you know that I’m sensitive.
Oh yeah Im’ singing with my gay voice,
teenage girls love a sensitive boy (sensitive boy)
And you know I wanna…
Make money money
make money money
make money
make money money
make money money
make money…
Rich men makin money off of their investments,
ooh its so sexual baby…
Girl I love you so much,
I wish we could be together.
Unfortunately we can’t because
I’m rich and famous and you’re not
But, why dont you just go out and buy my album,
and tell your friends about it too
so that they also go out and buy it .
The Blues Preachers - The Angel Of Death
In a great book of the John you're warned of the day
When you'll bee laid, beneath the cold clay
The angel of death, will come from the sky
Claim your poor soul, when time comes to die
When the angel of death, comes down after you
And you smile and say, that you have been true
Can you truthfully say, with your dying breath
That you're ready to meet the angel of death
When the lights all grow dim and the dark shadows creep
And then your loved ones gather to weep
Can you face them and say with your dieing breath
That you're ready to meet the angel of death
John Lee Hooker - One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender come here
I want another drink and I want it now
My baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
(Spoken)
And then I sit there, gettin' high, mellow
Knocked out, feeling good and by the time
I looked on the wall at the old clock on the wall
By that time, it was ten thirty daddy
I looked down the bar, at the bartender
He said, "Now what do you want Johnny?"
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Well my baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
I wanna get drunk till I'm off of my mind
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
(Spoken)
And I sat there, gettin' high, stoned
Knocked out, and by the time
I looked on the wall, at the old clock again
And by that time, it was a quarter to two
Last call for alcohol, I said,
Hey mister bartender, what do you want?"
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Nick Cave & TBS - Your funreal my trial
I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of glover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial
Bernadette Peters & Pamela Winslow - Stay With Me
WITCH
What did I clearly say?
Children should listen.
RAPUNZEL
No, no, please!
WITCH
What were you not to do?
Children must see-
RAPUNZEL
No!
WITCH
And learn.
Why could you not obey?
Children should listen.
What have I been to you?
What would you have me be?
Handsome like a Prince?
Ah, but I am old.
I am ugly.
I embarass you.
RAPUNZEL
No!
WITCH
You are ashamed of me.
RAPUNZEL
No!
WITCH
You are ashamed.
You don't understand.
RAPUNZEL
It was lonely atop that tower.
WITCH
I was not company enough?
RAPUNZEL
I am no longer a child. I wish to see the world.
WITCH
Don't you know what's out there in the world?
Someone has to shield you from the world.
Stay with me.
Princes wait there in the world, it's true.
Princes, yes, but wolves and humans, too.
Stay at home.
I am home.
Who out there could love you more than I?
What out there that I cannot supply?
Stay with me.
Stay with me,
The world is dark and wild.
Stay a child while you can be a child.
With me.
Zarazio se u potpunosti, ne mogu vjerovat kako genijalna metafora <3
I have a Rendezvous with Death
Alan Seeger (1888–1916)
I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death 5
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still. 10
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep 15
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear …
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death 20
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.. There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret...
Eternal Tears Of Sorrow-The River Folows Frozen
Like frozen leaves
We are falling
On to the soil so barren and cold
The rays of sun
No more warming
Our hearts now so cold
Through this field
Of the withered flowers
We go still one more time
The hidden beauty
Forever gone
The river's frozen once again
So came this time
When moonlight blackened my heart:
I can't stand this pain
The chain is broken
It's tearing open my scars:
I want to feel the flame...again
The shine behind
The frozen stream
Reminds me of your eyes
The spark of hope
Still in my heart
Shall dreams become true under the ice?
Schaft- InFORMation
I saw the local cable company
They came and dug up the road
They cut the roots and killed the tree
To give me information overload
They laid an optical vein with a heart of glass
So the rich infuse, but the poor are bypassed
No need to qualify distinction
Of any other creature if alive or in extinction
Somebody gifted with a scanner and a keypad
Can rustle up an animal in cyberspace and time dad
Can it be really real as Takarazuka?
A message that is subtle as a kiss from a bazooka
Come into the water, don't be scared of a verruca
Erase that from your mind, the bottom line is filthy lucre
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
If you're virtually hungry, eat a virtual meal
If you're virtually sick, then do you virtually heal?
With a virtual brain, invent a virtual wheel
You're a virtual slave, but the kneeling is real
We're going for a swim in someone else's stream of consciousness and I hope that we don't drown...
A change of perception
Under pain of deception
Latest stab into modernity
Chew the flavour of eternity
How does anybody else feel?
Who can tell me what's the real deal?
Will the glove and goggle free you?
Or put your consciousness in curfew?
No need to answer any question
The mass of information giving mental indigestion
Somebody lacking Internet without a modem
Is waiting for the chance of overrating what you show them
Can it be as really real as waking in a fever?
Asleep inside a dream that's advertising Unilever?
Come into the universe of corporate dementia
Where everybody swaps their teeth for permanent indenture
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
If you're virtually hungry, eat a virtual meal
If you're virtually sick, then do you virtually heal?
With a virtual brain, invent a virtual wheel
You're a virtual slave, but the kneeling is real
They're going to give you information
They want to put in formation
Is it a cause for celebration?
A non-creative recreation?
Make a contract with me! /人◕‿‿◕ 人\
Sabbat - The Clerical Conspiracy
I have wealth beyond measure-
My treasures are words
Forged by time in a tale of
Such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
My story begins,
Yet like all fools considered
Myself to be wise -
A match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
When your teacher is life then
Success is survival and
Failure is death.
From early years I saw the world
Through tunnel-vision eyes,
My cloistered mind philosophized
And fossilized,
Secure in my belief was I -
Assured throughout my life the
Only things that could sustain me
Were the words of Jesus Christ."
"There is no way to fight a foe
Who strikes from the inside,
And once within we can begin to
Smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
And grind them in the dirt,
For that men can live in paradise
Must be the Devils work."
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]S
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
We shall wash away your sins-
We have come to purify,
To purge you of your liberty-
Absolve you of all sanity,
The 'truth' you want to hear
We shall provide."
"How can we hope to save these
Heathen when we know not of
Their ways,
One of us must journey southward-
Infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have this knowledge
Can we finalise our plans,
Greet them with a velvet glove-
Then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-
Hearts afire with blind obsession
Cannot see the difference 'twixt
Compassion and oppression
"These were the days I believed that
Salvation was mine,
When I worshipped apostles
Believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze-
And I thought I would bath in the light
Of our lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me-
And fate did bequest,
That the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to the test."
"My son your word is matchless as
A scribe you have been blessed,
Your skill and faith in God doth
Qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
And recount their blasphemies,
For the first step in their cure
Must be to learn of theit disease."
"For one so young so great an honour
To be chosen for this task,
Have I the stength-
Would I be worthy?
Questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
For lost souls to save-
Or just another pawn in their
Monastic power games?"
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]S
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
We shall wash away your sins-
We have come to purify,
To purge you of your liberty-
Absolve you of all sanity,
The 'truth' you want to hear
We shall provide."
"How can we hope to save these
Heathen when we know not of
Their ways,
You Wat Brand must journey southward-
Infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have this knowledge
Can we finalise our plans,
Greet them with a velvet glove-
Then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-
Hearts afire with blind obsession
Cannot see the difference 'twixt
Compassion and oppression.
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
That I must tour these foriegn shores-
My cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
Of pagan devils warned-
With fearful tales of christian souls
Since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
All were decieved-
For in truth I was hunted not
Hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
Guide they'd provide was to
Show me far more than I'd ever
Imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
What a fool I had been,
There is more than one side to a coin-
Life is not what it seems ...
It's no more than a dream.
Babies - Wu-Tang Clan
[Intro/Chorus: Madame D]
Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine
Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine
Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin
His partner was shady.. tryin to slave the babies
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All this while he let the fiends cook it
The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up
Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up
Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy
The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady
No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin
The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens
Even though her leg was bitten
Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins
Paleface cop who done popped the desk
And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste
It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block
Some niggaz know him as the Godson of Gotti
And his black partner, he was scared to speak
He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street
He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks
He saw his colleague pick up money before leavin his beat
They call him desk duty, Robocop
Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son
Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo
Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care
They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor
His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her
with the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face
He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her
The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her
Heard she was dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her
She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid
Wavin her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks
He grabbed her by the air, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggaz just smilin cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me (?)
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
[Chorus]
[GZA]
You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten
You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin
All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crimey cat
You sometime me, don't need to remind me about
livin in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store
The bum holdin the door, the mugging no one saw
We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw
And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores
Small percentage determined to strengthen they position
Transformation from critical to, stable condition
But it still be obstacles on niggaz that's optical
Watchin you like salt-water sharks that's tropical
The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it
With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it
Whether - hold up, set up, stabbin or a wet up
Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up
Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts
And for some, another way out, is music and sports
That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot
that won the championship, with just oh on the clock
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Kako mi ova pjesma owna bogove.
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
Tom Waits - I Dont Want To Grow Up
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wnna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street
When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up
Civil War
"What we've got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
@smartass-eternal tears of sorrow,ooooo da!prejebena pjesma.
You're not defined by what you have, but by what you do with what you have.
Pantera-Fucking Hostile
Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yoursef
Not lie and make you believe
What's evil is making love
And making friends
And meeting God you're own way
The right way
(Chorus)
To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
Fucking hostile
We stand alone
The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant
To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I'd bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man
Not a god
(Chorus)
Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/hell
A fucking wives' tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger
I won't listen
You're not defined by what you have, but by what you do with what you have.
The March of Cambreadth
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
Eric Woolfson - The Pit And The Pendulum (Pt. 1)
I was alone
In the darkness
Within the walls
Of a dungeon
They tied me down
I was helpless
There was no crime
I am not guilty
There was a pendulum dangling over my head
A sword of Damacles hanging by a thread
And I was chained like Prometheus wishing I was dead
There was a pendulum dangling over my head
And then it moved
A little lower
And then it swung
A little a faster
A little wider
A little slower
A litle wilder
A little lower
There was a pendulum circling over my head
Eyes like a vulture tearing me to shreads
And I was staring at disaster wishing I was dead
There was a pendulum circling over my head...
Eric Woolfson - The Pit And The Pendulum (Pt. 3)
And there's a pit
All around me
And in the pit
There was darkness
And in the darkness
There was nothing
Except the walls
Getting closer
And burning spears
Growing longer
As I grow weaker
They grow stronger
Between the pit and the pendulum hanging on to hope
Devil in the belfry pulling on the rope
I was caught in a stangle hold trying not to choke
Beneath the pit and the pendulum I will come tumbling down, tumbling down...
I was trapped by a landslide, couldn't touch the ground
An avalanche thundering rolling down a mountain
I was swallowed by a malestrom thinking I would drown, I would drown
Beneath the walls of Jericho I will go tumbling down, tumbling down...
Tumbling down, tumbling down...
Tumbling down, tumbling down...
Ova ulazi u top pet rap lirika u ovoj temi.
Rakim - The Mystery
Intro/chorus:
If you can see if you can solve the mystery
The answer revolves around your history
So carefully, I drop this degree
Scientifically, and realistically (who is god? )
Repeat chorus
In eternal blackness, in the midst of the darkest night
Proteins and minerals, exist within specks of light
Solids liquids and gases, and sparks of light within
Infinite lengths and widths and depths and heights
No beginning or ending, the seven dimensions
Enough space for more than a million words and inventions
To travel through time within enough room to be the womb
Of the most highs' great mind which he will soon make shine
With intelligent elements in sight that he will gather
In the realms of relativity electricity struck matter
Energies explode he below to keep releasin'
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasin'
Til it was burnin' he kept returnin' itself to the source
The hotter his thoughts it gave the center more force
He gave birth to the sun which would follow his laws
All caused by his mental intercourse, who is god?
Chorus
He began to explain his craft, the master in the attic
He dealt with measurements his language, was mathematics
His theoretical wisdom of the numerical system
The complete number nine which means born or existed
He gave birth to all planets, inorganic, and organic
So you wouldn’t take it for granted
They rotated they own distance around the sun
And fully submit to the existence of one
And each one was promised everlasting perfection
If each one keeps spinnin' in the same direction
To the east, and each speak the motion of peace
And harmony, and each show devotion to teach
The universe is to come, the whole world must go according
Know your galaxies and mirages stars start fallin'
So stay in your orbit maintain safe and sound
Like the planets each cipher remains perfectly round
Chorus
From unconsciousness, to consciousness
By 'knowledging his wisdom his response is this
A understanding, which is the best part
He picked the third planet where new forms of life would start
He pursued show and prove every move in order
Back to the source he let off his resources in the water
Climb his climax, where the climate is at, high degrees
See he start to breathe deep in the darkest seas
And the plan is, to lay in the clays to form land
And expand, usin' the same clays to born man
In his own image our origin begins in the east
Culture rise to breed, with the powers of peace
Deal in equality nature’s policy is to be god
Build or destroy positively born life like Allah
And each one was given everlasting perfection
If each one keep living in the same direction
And life was life, and love was love
We went according by the laws of the worlds above
They showed us physically, we could reach infinity
But mentally, through the century we lost our identity
Life start and ending, we got trife and started sinning
Lost touch with the beginning now ciphers stop spinnin'
And what was once easy became confused and hard
Which brings us back, to the mystic question, who is god?
Sixty-six trillion years since his face was shown
When the seventh angel appears, the mystery will be known
Check revelations and genesis, st. Luke and John
It even tells us we are gods in the holy Qu’ran
Wisdom strength and beauty, one of the meanings of god
G.o.d. you and me ? gomars o dubar?
Knowledge wisdom understanding sun moon and star
Man woman and child, and so is Allah
Chorus
Bear witness to Allah, gave birth to all
For Allah was all, and therefore, life itself
And the universe gave birth to man
The universe was man, and man was the universe
And the universe was always existed
And existence was life
And life is allah
And Allah had no beginning because he is, what always was
Rakim Allah, peace
Now who is god?
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances
David Sylvian - I Surrender
I opened up the pathway of the heart
The flowers died embittered from the start
That night I crossed the bridge of sighs and I surrender
I looked back and glimpsed the outline of a boy
His life of sorrows now collapsing into joy
And tonight the stars are all aligned and I surrender
My mother cries beneath a southern sky and I surrender
Recording angels and the poets of the night
Bring back the trophies of the battles that we fight
Searchlights fill the open skies and I surrender
Outrageous cries of love have called you back
Derailed the trains of thought, demolished wayward tracks
You tell me I've no need to wonder why, I just surrender
I stand too close to see the sleight of hand
How she found this child inside the frightened man
Tonight I'm learning how to fly and I surrender
I've traveled all this way for your embrace
Enraptured by the recognition on your face
Hold me now while my old life dies tonight and I surrender
My mother cries beneath the open skies and I surrender
An ancient evening just before the fall
The light in your eyes, the meaning of it all
Birds fly and fill the summer skies and I surrender
She throws the burning books into the sea
"Come find the meaning of the word inside of me"
It's alright, the stars are all aligned and I surrender
My mother cries beneath the moonlit skies and I surrender
My body turns to ashes in her hands
The disappearing world of footprints in the sand
Tell me now that this love will never die and I'll surrender
My mother cries beneath the open skies and I surrender
blink-182 - Adam's song
I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed, to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I'd survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone
Izvorno postao Kid A
March of Cambreadth Lyrics
musician: Heather Alexander
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
(repeat first verse)
Wolf guy - The author seems to be playing a game called "how many murder, rape, and torture scenes involving minors can I stick in a book before people stop reading completely"
Brotha Lynch HungS- I PlottedS:
Yeah
I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo
Fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, I'm mad
They say my music ain't Strange enough
So I signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff
Now I'm back (I'm back), I'm bad like LL and ladies love me
But fuck 'em I make they bodies snatch, I got a psycho bitch
She'll cut you well
Leave you in a trashcan, you better get my mail
I'm so serious, believe it
I'm furious from fuckin' them bitches
While they on their periods, I'm seasick
See, here's my brand new meat dish
And testis and bell peppers and onions
Insult my delicate test, sick
Eat trick, I want you to want me
Then I turned around and put your head in my humvee
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on my pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't getting up in the morning
Beat you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on my pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't waking up in the morning
Beat you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
Somebody roll another motherfuckin' blunt
Other motherfuckers want
My siccness spit
Put it up in your mother cunt
Put it up in your daughter's butt
And just when that's happening
My psycho bitch is running up and she going wit' the cappin' em
Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass
And after the fact
I'ma keep coming with psycho shit
Murder them and hang em in my coal pit
Matter of fact, mic assumptions
Gutting em up, cutting em up
My face is in the paper
And all they're saying is “what a nut”
With buttercup
You can't even get with me did I stutter, what?
Motherfucker, somebody shut him up
Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough?
Nigga, nuts and hamburgers
It's just another damn murder.
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on my pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't getting up in the morning
Beat you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on my pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't waking up in the morning
Beat you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
"O, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away."
- John Clare, Remembrances