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Look Who's Perfect Now (Transister)

You, Mister wearing a crown
Push me around
Dragging me down
You, Mister head of the class
Never come last
Pain in the ass

[Chorus]
Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds
Look who's perfect now
Got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now
Got my head in the clouds, got my feet on the ground
Look who's perfect now

You, Mister never to fall
Standing so tall
Knowing it all
You, Mister living a lie
Flying so high
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Chorus x3]

Mr. Soft (Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel)

Bom bom bom bom - bom bom bom bom

Mr. Soft turn it on and force the world
And watch the things you're going through
Oh Mr. Soft believe ev'rything they tell you
And be damned if they'll thank you
You paint ev'rything so cruel
Comin' on like mister cool
Paint your face and shut the gate
No one's comin' home till late - ooh-la cha

Bom bom bom bom

Don't you know, life gets tedious enough
Without this extra grudge to bare
You so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up
In a jiffy, let's be fair
We'd all be taken off tonight
Turn off your eyes and shut the light
Oh, you're the most, you're so unreal
We'd all be dead without your spiel
Ooh-la ooh take it

Mmmmmm ....
Ooh - bom bom bom bom

Oh Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawnin'
In the mornin' on your way
Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the waters
And play Jesus for that day
You begin to hear them mumble
Spot the starman, ruff and tumble
Fight the good fights, sling your axe
Watch the speaker, lead the packs
Ooh - here we go again

Zahltag (Azad)

Azad - Zahltag

Nun ist der Hesse erwacht! Er ist auf seinem Rachefeldzug, schlägt jedem den Kopf ab,
der seinen Weg kreuzt! (Sleepy Hollow)

Ich bin immer höflich, hab' für jeden Respekt, den ich nicht kenne, bin ruhig und
bescheiden und versuche nett zu sein, denn ich denke,
es gibt zu viel Kälte, Hass und Negativität. Wozu dann mehr noch davon sehen? Es ist
schon schwer trotz alle den
Krisen und miesen Bedingungen im Leben aufrecht zu bleiben. Ich hab' Liebe und
Frieden und versuche auch es zu teilen.
Meine Philosophie ist, alles kommt eines Tages zurück. Dein Charakter bestimmt Dein
Schicksal und ich wart' auf mein Glück.
Aber dumm und blind, wie Ihr seid, verwechselt ihr Güte mit Schwäche! Ihr kommt und
Ihr lächelt, aber ich weiß, was Ihr sagt, wenn ich weg bin.
Ihr denkt, ich weiß nich', wie Ihr 'n Dicken schiebt und Euch hinter meim' Rücken
auf einmal Eier wachsen und Ihr 'n Fitten mimt.
Ihr Bitches kriegt das, was Ihr verdient, und das ist Krieg! Ich geb' Euch mies, bis
Ihr am Boden liegt oder flieht.
Es gibt kein Peace und zwar nie, nur den Hieb, der Euch miese Ratten besiegt, Euern
Untergang besiegelt, Euch niquet. Wer will Stress?

Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb'. A-MOK der
Don, duckt Euch, wenn ich zu Euch komm', yo!
Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb', für das, was
Ihr Ratten mir angetan habt, heut' is' Zahltag!

Der Chief ist da und bringt Euch schmierigen Kröten den Lohn. Ihr kriegt, was Ihr
verdient für Intrigieren, den Spott und den vielen Hohn.
Ihr seht mich niemals am Boden, Ihr miesen Idioten. Egal wie viel Krisen und Krieg
ich hab', ich bin immer oben und gucke herab
auf Euch Tucken und spucke meinen Hass. Ihr wollt mucken, Ihr geht kaputt. Ich geb'
Euch Nutten und drücke Euch platt.
Ihr dachtet, Ihr macht das, was Ihr wollt, ohne die Rechnung zu tragen. Hier kommt
der Rächer mit der Zeche und Ihr werdet bezahlen
für jede Aktion, jedes Wort und jeden Kackton aus Euren Mäulern kommt Euch teuer zu
stehen. Ich kenne keine Reue.
Ich spiel' Euer Spielchen gerne mit, lächel' Euch gern in's Gesicht, doch dann bin
ich wie Benny Blanco, nämlich der, der Dich fickt.
Ihr hattet meine Achtung und meinen Respekt, doch dachtet, Ihr könntet mit mir
machen, was Ihr wollt, und mich behandeln wie Dreck.
Ihr habt nich' gecheckt, ich bin meistens zwar nett, doch habe in mir immer noch den
Assi versteckt, und Ihr habt ihn geweckt! Wer will Stress?

Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb'. A-MOK der
Don, duckt Euch, wenn ich zu Euch komm', yo!
Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb', für das, was
Ihr Ratten mir angetan habt, heut' is' Zahltag!

Stellt mich jetzt ruhig hin als den Asso, aber Ihr bringt meinen Hass hoch und lasst
mich durchdrehen wie Nunchako und macht mich aggro.
Ihr Spackos kriegt nur das, was Ihr wolltet, und so wird keiner verscholten. Ich
meine es, ich rolle ein und zerreisse Euch Fotzen,
einen nach dem anderen, Ihr kleinen Schleimer, ich sag' Euch, keiner wird
davonkommen! Hüll' Euch ein in Pein und reiss' Euch dann den Kopf ab.
Ihr Schmocks habt diesmal den falschen gefickt. Ich falte Dich Bitch, stell' Dich
kalt und geb' Dir 'n gewaltigen Riss.
Hier ist A zu dem scheiss Z, Mister Scheiss Nett! Alles ist cool, aber kommt mir
schwul und ich fick' Euch weg.
Ihr bekommt den Hall für Eure Rufe zurück, geht Euch verstecken, wo Ihr wollt. Ich
hab' Euch Huren im Blick.
Ihr habt die Lawine in's Rollen gebracht, den Beef, die miesen Scenes, den Krieg,
die Krisen und meinen Zorn entfacht.
Nun sieh' das Biest, das auf Euch schiesst, mit voller Artillerie, bis Ihr krepiert
und liegt vor mir, hier ist Stress!

Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb'. A-MOK der
Don, duckt Euch, wenn ich zu Euch komm', yo!
Ihr Schlangen kriegt, was Ihr wollt, ich fick' Euch und roll' über Euch wie ein
Panzer, nehm' Euch auseinander, sag' Euch allen den Kampf an!
Ihr werdet fallen, keiner kommt davon, wenn ich Euch Schmocks zerbomb', für das, was
Ihr Ratten mir angetan habt, heut' is' Zahltag!

Dr. Horror (Running Wild)

War, termination's roar
Terminations roar on the battlefield
Soldier's trapped without a shield

Mordant air, carry death
Poisoning, choking breath

Massdestructive strategy
An evil plan of first degree
How pervers will be the end
We all will die by evils' hand

**, virus attacks
Virus attacks on soiling blood
Innocence, the evils' plague
Destructive genetic code
"Tittytainments" overload

Pre...

Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror your heart's of blackest kind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror the raw perverted mind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror masskiller on the grind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror a modern Frankenstein

What, what do you wanna be
What do you wanna be is a sordid slave
Obedient 'til the grave
The underling the brain insane
Dying in the painful flame

Vers

Pre...

Pre & Chorus

Weirdo (Quarashi)

Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause I'm the
prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, I'm holding our
people above. No time to wait there's the gate proceed.
I've got what you want and I've got what you need. I'm your
musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
around your neck and your money unspent.

They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Don't do nothing
drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. I'm
not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to
not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry ya'll.
Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra
bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power
and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a
mother** weirdo

You see the laughing man he's a nut cause he's a Salinger
fan It's the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat
us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just
another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all
cost. It's a malady a sickness you can't floss. You gotta
leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the
track and walk the fine line.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a
mother** weirdo

Check it check it out here I come not leaving till I'm done
Please stay a little longer and you're gonna get some from
the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until it's dark
and we'll be home for you. Now you may ** up, you
** stuck up prick you better watch it before you make
the whole world sick that's it. Making me ill, you know
against your will. I'm throwing rhymes like grenades,
making a kill.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a mother** weirdo

Notty Headed Nigguhz (Artifacts)




[Tame One]
Artifacts, check around my **in BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops
When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid

[El Da Sensai]
It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher
I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle
Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black

[Tame One]
I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins
Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real
from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot
I'm out but don't get it **ed up, cause I wsnt you to rock

[El Da Sensai]
I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
who can't adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption
You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis
You can't hold this BITCH I'm swift like a lotus

..

[Tame One]
Well it's the wiseguy, who never did a driveby
but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35
I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high
Talkin buddha thai, don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye
I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff
of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough
No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid
Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades
and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some ** shit
But that's some next shit, yo peace I'm out to the exit

[El Da Sensai]
It's the funky Mister Ripper split your**
Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast
I'm stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let's go
I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol
I'm never fake I break the funk breaks I'm breakin
MC El create the styles that brothers ain't makin
To go past the end I run you over like a semi
Remember I be the guy, who's **in up your shit I,
be the one to call myself def in any program
Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam
I cross the major diction when fixed I'm a rap magician
You keep fishin for rhythms while I'm puffin on the ism
A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door
One two three PEACE, I'm out for ninety-four

..

Gonna Get Good At Givin' Again (Chely Wright)

They married young, right out of school
Back in '78
She rubbed his back, he rubbed her feet
After a long, hard day



Now they're livin' in Beverly Hills
And it's all turned upside-down
He gets a weekly **, she gets a pedicure
On different sides of town



And they both know they've gotten far
From the way they used to be
She wakes him up in the middle of the night
And cries, baby, listen to me

Chorus:

We gotta get good at givin' again
If we wanna have a life like we did back then
We've got a second change to let someone in
Hey, we gotta get good at givin' again
We gotta get good at givin' again

A little girl walks in the park
Holdin' hands with her daddy's mom
She wants to know why that man is asleep
On the bench with the dirty clothes on

Grandma tells the innocent child
It hasn't always been this way
She slips a ten dollar bill in his shopping cart
And whispers, mister, have a good day

Chorus

It oughta tell us something
When the ones we should be lovin'
Ain't getting what they need
Don't be afraid to make the first move
Take the lead

Chorus

Hey, we gotta get good at givin' again
We gotta get good at givin' again

Going Down (Ani Difranco)

you can't get through it
you can't get over it
you can't get around

just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

and you're not gonna get through it
so you are going down

i put a cup out on the window sill
to catch the water as it fell
now i got a glass half full of rain
to measure the time between
when you said you'd come
and when you actually come

little mister limp dick
is up to his old tricks
and thought he'd call me
one last time
but i'm just about done
with the oh-woe-is-me shit
and i want everything back
that's mine

This Is A Joke (Stinkin Rich/Buck 65)





I don't know what real is instead I'm a keep it linear
I'm broke in pieces though my body's getting skinnier. But um
I know some kids who want to hear them drums and plucking strings
The Famous Players from the days with all them ** things
I got static in more ways than seventeen
For DJ so & so and plus for the grafitti scene
The shitty kids who don't like being told the way to dress
I ain't even gonna say the names but you can probably guess
No free publicity for stupid mister you-know-what
The sheep in the meadow trying to dis 'cause of my hair cut
I don't look nothing like the fashion pages' angry faces
'Cause I do my shopping in the second hand clothing places
That's all I can afford, not that the money's gone
But I got more important things for me to spend the dollars on
Especially vinyl, to be taken home and later played
After I put groceries in the fridge and all the bills are paid
Yeah, I'm making records how I think that they're supposed to sound
A little deeper than what most people think is underground
I'm not the type to drop spaghetti sauce and yell a slogan
Flipping beats for people dancing in the clubs and voguin'
Nah, this is dedicated to the dirty rats and scum
Out there in gutter pipes, that know just where I'm coming from
There's a better place for us to go an chill
And be like doing our own type of thang-thang and still...

This is a joke
But many rappers wouldn't know
This is a joke
But most producers wouldn't know
This is a joke
A lot of DJs wouldn't know
This is a joke
I got your daughter sellin' watermelon


Still rated hardcore X and still not carin'
Down with the television set and Gil Scott Heron
We got more important issues to address and settle
Johnny Rockwell on the wheels that are made of metal
Getting sick and taking home all the contest money
The other challengers are wack and I think it's funny
I take time out of my day for long distance calls
Even though the phones are tapped and flies are on the walls
I got like stress levels out of control because of cold-hearted
Snakes and backstabbers are out here acting retarded
Yeah, I know I shouldn't let them get the best of me
'Cause when it comes to making it happen, I got the recipe
Soup or nothing, I'm dropping old fashion science
For the new recruits we got regular clients
I'm guarantee'd to always hit the hammer on the nail
I took a test to become an MC and didn't fail
In fact, now I got the qualifications for me to teach
And people come and pay to sit and listen to me give a speech
Now I'm on the corner, beatboxing and whatnot
All I want is to be able to be on a record label
** that! I don't even like the way them people look
They wanna brainwash me, I don't like the way them people look!
Back in the days with bass, the excitement lasted
I left the fellas open, all the girls were flabbergasted

This is a joke
And many people still don't know
This is a joke
The boys and girls will never know
This is a joke
The senior citizens will never know
This is a joke
I got your daughter sellin' watermelon

I Am The Walrus (Jackyl)

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I'm crying


Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob


Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying


Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, **graphic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob


Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob


Expert textpert choking smokers
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snied
I'm crying


Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo


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