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Better Than Eddie Vedder (SNFU)
He seemed shy and so confused
Now that he's older, he's last year's news
She is looking for somebody fresh and young
She is looking for someone less miserable
She's looking for somebody new
Much better than Eddie Vedder
His pictures used to line her locker
But they don't hang there any longer
She has gone and burned them all
Eddie comes crashing down from the bathroom wall
Now she's looking for somebody cuter
Someone more fun who rides a scooter
Eddie hides his face behind a jokeshop mask
Eddie, you've missed the grade,
you've failed the test
She's looking for somebody better
Much better than Eddie Vedder
There's got to be somebody better
Much better than Eddie Vedder
Peek-A-Boo (Lil Rob)
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Open your eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Peek a boo (peek a boo)
I see you
I walk into the darkness, if you see me say what's up
Lil' Rob can you rock the mic? All ** night
What kind of question's that? Homeboy who the ** you think I am?
Lil' Rob, Chicano, M-E-X-I-C-A-N
I be the baddest, and I put that on everything I love
The hairs on my chinny-chin-chin, my girlfriend, and my bombay chin, and my yesca
Tu familia, primera, la coloña es mi guerra
Homegirl just like luggage
** it, stuck with a steelo that you feel though
Once it's gotta be true, but it's for real though just like me though
See no, hear no, speak no evil
You can add it, divide it, subtract and multiply it, there is no equal
People open you eyes, quit looking at the world through a peep-hole
I'm here, the one you need, the one you hear
What's the matter matter? Can't you see?
Oh I forgot ese you can't see me
Ponle
Teenage Musician?
[Chorus x2]
Mira me, mira me
I'm over here
Mira me, mira me
I'm over here
Mira me, mira me
I disappear
Peek a boo (peek a boo)
I see you
You can't see me but I see you
I see you in the ICU
Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you
But if you got a problem, ** it
It's not the first time or the last time that I've pulled a fast crime
I pass time, mastermind disaster times all the time
After time you will find it's my way or the highway
There's no way it's your way, spit a piece of wood and I'll be there
If it's stone then you'll find me, it's over like 1999 be
Meet me at the crossroads, I'll be chilling by the tree
Drinking lemonade up in the shade with your family
Look at your boy, ain't he just the cutest little kid?
Oops, kicked over the ** crib and got blood up on his bib
I can do what I want, got you mind wrapped up in confusion
You cry like the llorona, shut up it was just an illusion
Seeing how bad you are, you're not as bad as you claim to be
You can't see me, peek a boo (peek a boo), I see you
[Chorus x2]
I love to sin, if I didn't sin I'd have no fun, what fun is that
Went to church and had no fun so I claim I'm done with that
Not like that, I don't mean to disrespect no one
But if you feel disrespected, ** you, my life goes on
Way beyond what your eyes can see
Beyond what you're imagining
Where all the little birds sing
And you love what's happening
I just chill, I don't spill the wine or drop a dime
I'll take care of all my enemies, homey it's all in time
I'm invisible, invinsible, trick you with my visual
Leave you all miserable, mystical rituals
Beautiful paybacks, if you were smart you'd stay back
Way back, on the other side of the train-tracks
My imagination gives hallucinations through more situations
Turn a flicker to a flame, it's insane
If you mean that homeboy that you still can't see
Open your ** eyes vato, you can't see me
[Chorus x2]
I'm over here
I'm over here
I disappear
I'm over here
I'm over here
I disappear
Sonidos De Mi Barrio (The Casualties)
En Las Calles!
Sonidos de mis calles - sonidos de mi barrio
Somos pobres, pero malos
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Ropas Sucias y con Huecos
Guitarras de mis calles - Guitarras de mi barrio
Mi Musica Es Pasion
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Yo Grito esta cancion
Guitarras de Odio - Ruido
Botas Sucias - Trabajo
Botellas Vacias - Soñando
Sonidos De Mi Barrio!!!
Sonidos de mis calles - sonidos de mi barrio
no hay trabajo
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Pobretes Se Han Parado
Guitarras de mis calles - Guitarras de mi barrio
Sacame de esta prison
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Yo Grito esta cancion
Guitarras de Odio - Ruido
Botas Sucias - Trabajo
Botellas Vacias - Soñando
Sonidos De Mi Barrio!!!
Esta es la vos de nuestras calles
la que no ves en la television
Este es el ruido de la clase trabajadora
la que no lees en los periodicos
Sonidos de mis calles - sonidos de mi barrio
Ladrones y Policia
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Destruyendo mi Barrio
Guitarras de mis calles - Guitarras de mi barrio
Quiero Irme de aqui
Ruido de mis calles - ruido de mi barrio
Grito esta cancion
Mierda el sistema
Mierda los ricos
Mierda La Policia
Y si no te gusta Mierda vos
Water (A Snapshot) (Emil Bulls)
Well, I just need you to know that there are a lot of things I like to tell
You about, but I can't, because I merely got through it. And even if
You're something from my deeper inner self what you don't deserve.
Sometimes I'm just feeling that I just get stuck in a one way road. I'm
Sad, because I have the feeling that you're definitely not feeling
Allright, but I can't see why, but we'll keep the option that you gonna
Tell me some way. I don't know, well if this your sorrow or is it just
You're wanna tell me that I'm busted (busted). I never knew if you
Realised it all, or is it just something that we all miss. I don't know what
To do, but I do know even if there are a lot of these thoughts there's
Just no psoibility for me to handle it any longer, I really do love you
I yes I
I love you
I know I hurt you so
I'm empty and cold
Black shone like gold that night
So I lost myself again
I never ever could imagine that I would act to this worse sometime in
My life. It's no longer me anymore, it's just a tiny shadow that is
Desperatly trying to find out why it went wrong. It's just reading your
Lyrics makes me feel miserable and myself helpless because I don't
Understand why you're feeling that way. Someday you ask me what it
Is about you that makes me feel uncertain about your love and by
That time I will know. But now I know that it is a fact that you're not
Talking to me. You're don't show me anything of your inner most, not
Your ?informitence?, I never hears to be quick. Cause I'm asking
Myself all day, what I did that you're not able to talk to me. But I'm not
Able to find out right now, all I know is that I really can not. Cause I
Don't want to meet you and I don't know what to recognize. All I
Heard from you last month was just a dream, it was just a dream. And I
Deeply shiver from my inner most.
Body Bag (Dr. Dooom (Kool Keith))
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah.. Dr. Dooom
Beware when I walk in your room
That's right
a.k.a. Kool Keith
I'm washin pots and pans fried gorillas with tortilla chips
and clam dips my pants ripped playin Gladys Knight on Fright Night
with buffalo meat in your**vomit
Gastric juice with french toast balls from a moose
Heavy convulsion construction in your stomach tucked in
Leave you with Maalox and castor oil of toxic waste
Your area's vacant with wherehouse aroma
Cat turds and horse drops your face went into a coma
Exterminating houses, with fifty mouses, diapers and kids
Drivin trucks for the roach business
Twelve to nine I move body bags to Cedar Sinai
Eatin co-workers food I'm rude
Walk in the beverage center with a jockstrap dude
Approach security with a delivery
Never stating a major, cut cables in elevators
Make the rush hour stop draggin dead elephants in department stores
while people shop, with a briefcase from Spelmen
I have to tell men, get off my back
I'm workin overtime like a janitor with stamina
Buried the last bodies in Canada
In Toronto, I used to jerk off in a ten room condo
with serious surgery Dr. Dooom workin in the office building
Drivin some Bronco like O.J. Simpson
Nervous smokin a pack of Winston's
With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan
Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight I can't remember
Walkin through a town called Gatesville
You suckers out there know how Norman Bates feel
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
From a little town, that's right a tore down house
with some real estate in Peatskill
I ran a meat market behind Johnny Rocket's
Paid truckers to haul body pieces from the East to the West
with the devil branded on your chest
I had to step up and the judge wrote confess
Watch the whole Arkansas Kansas City testify
against my lies and my alibis, I was suprised
My lawyers dressed in black
and a Rolls Royce buried in the back
Arms missing, knees cut down to the knubs
All I had was people to grub
Stories to tell to the Enquirer
how I set a bunch of people in the nightclub on fire
My intention was to get even like Spielberg
Throw like Stephen King, Children of the Corn on a swing
I stuck needles in your face like Pinhead
You been dead for eighty hours in a college dorm
with a thunderstorm, lightning with big bolts
I used to hang with Jim Jones before he started the cults
The SSA, the Sacrifice and Serve-it Angle
I'm the next strangler
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
"Hey what's that smell down there?"
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
Push It To The Limit (Necro)
feat. Jamey Jasta
[Necro]
We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins
Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs
Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor
Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor
Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'
Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death
Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections
'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective
Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick **s
We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit
[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]
Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it
[Necro]
Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords
Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse
We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent
Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went
If I'm wrong you could be dead right
When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website
We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss
Demonic, like when the last day in October hits
You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed
You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead
You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex
You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex
You're not living forever, I'll bet you
How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you
No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid
Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit
[Chorus]
[Necro]
You tremble from the brutality
Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian
cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children
Write your will out to your attorney
After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney
I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped
As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip
Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly
But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly
You're repulsively corrosive
Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives
Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished
Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit
Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed
No recourse except for celluloid
In my heart, I know you are not real
Though in my mind, suspect you can still feel
Walt Disney or Hannah-Barbera
Black or white, stunning Technicolor
Warner Brothers and the A.A.P.
I've become addicted to TV
Crissy Snow, Catwoman,
Creepela, Weezie Jefferson,
Bettie Rubble, Little Cindy Who
Penelope Pitstop, Lois Lane,
Vanna White, Wonder Woman,
Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
How could you?
Why don't you love me anymore?
Check It Ooout (Del The Funky Homosapien)
When it's time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine
to the brain
relievin' pain & anguish
the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little soona
check the soles on my Pumas
my attitude is miserable
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't strike his**in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
a fool don't have to get his head flown
why waste time with rhymes?
I get straight to the point
like I HATE when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is playin'
sprintin' in to spray men
don't threaten me
or you won't be able to see
when I gouge ya eyes out
I despise doubt
on your part
like I won't stab you in your heart
my flow is drastic
serious, sarcastic
my motto is,
"Phuck with me & get your**kicked."
And that's the key to understandin' me
and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...
[BRIDGE:]
"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to peep a rhyme
first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
if he go off beat, and it's on purpose
he gotta come back on the beat
or the effort is worthless
I like ot hear a cool flow
but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
ya gotta build,
upon skills
and all that copy that most po**r rapper shit can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick witted
cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick
splitted
and I admit it, it's a joy
when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves niggas who talk shit
cause that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit
cause I'm relentless
with a sentence
a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of what I like to listen to
with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')
[BRIDGE]
Now I'm bout to clown a bitch
she made my eyebrows twitch
cause she's rich
yeah, real funny
she makes some money
for puttin' other niggas down
you nuthin' but a clown
you can't write
and you're not bright
you fail to notice the dopeness
cause you have no insight
you need to quit
you ain't shit
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection
and you're next in my list to jack
it's a fact not fiction
bitch, stop ya bitchin'
you write articles
I'ma rip apart ya skull
cause ya dull
not entertainin'
I'ma put ya brain in orbit
cause I'm morbid
thinkin' a new ways to kill ya
and yo,
I feel ya
ya too critical
and ain't got a bit a pull
just admit it fool
before we get rid of you
a rolling stone gathers no moss
and now who will pay the cost
and afterwards get lost
hit the dirt, before you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no dick
you make me so sick
so my pistol is loaded...
[BRIDGE]
Rouge Et Noir (Les Miserables)
Rouge et Noir
MARIUS
L'ai-je au moins jamais vue, cette douée inconnue
ou n'est-elle qu'un songe vain comme les mensonges de l'histoire
ne l'ai-je pas revée comme cet idéal
qui ferait qu'enfin l'homme échappe à l'animal
qu'il soit enfin lui-même
et vive son poème
Rouge, le peuple est en colère
noire l'espérance de la terre
rouge mon sang tourne à l'envers
noir mon c_ur est en misère sans elle, loin d'elle, malade d'elle
Elle venait au jardin tous les après-midi
le temps d'une ou deux heures, illuminait, ma vie sans bonheur
mais elle a disparu, mon courage avec elle,
je n'ai jamais rien su, je ne sais plus rien d'elle
et plus quoi faire de moi
que mourir au combat.
Rouge, le peuple est en colère
noir, mon c_ur est en misère
rouge mon sang tourne à l'envers
noir, mon amour désespoir.
COMBEFERRE
Allez Marius, tu exagères
l'amour fait souvent des manières
mais il ne t'abandonnera pas
il sait bien que tu es sincère
il exaucera ta prière
et demain tu la retrouveras
MARIUS
Rouge, mon sang tourne à l'envers
noir, mon coeur est en misère
TOUS
Rouge le peuple est en colère
noire l'espérance de la terre.
Miss Po**r (M2M)
She's miserable
Why make everybody miserable too?
Oh, can't she see?
What she's putting innocent people through?
Miss Po**r
Everything she does is wrong
Everywhere she goes
They'll be looking
And everywhere she turns
They'll be whispering
Oh, Miss Po**r
What is happening?
She could have used her title for a good case
But instead she spits in everybody's face
Miss Po**r
Everytime she does it wrong
Everywhere she goes
They'll be looking
And everywhere she turns
They'll be whispering
Oh, Miss Po**r
It is happening!!
Chorus
Oh, So now you know how it feels to be insignificant
Oh, So now you know ow it feels to be all alone
Oh, When the lights go off, you can still dream of yourself
How hot you were-Miss Po**r
Everybody hates you
Poor Miss Po**r
I don't feel a bit sorry for you
Chorus
Now she knows
There she goes
Now she knows
There she goes
Now you know
There she goes
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