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Tränen Der Sehnsucht (Part 1+2) (Lacrimosa)

Ein Kind dieser Erde legt sich schlafen
Es war ein Tag der nackten Angst
Wie oft fiel es zu Boden?
Wie oft lachte es aus Schmerz?
Wie oft schrie es sich an?
Und war längst taub
Verletzter Seele, letzter Schmerz
Verstandesangst der Liebe Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht

Die Nacht gebahr ihr jüngstes Kind
Ein Traum der Liebe seiner Sehnsucht
Ein Traum der Augen - nicht der Hände
Ein Traum zum träumen - nicht zum leben
Doch die Augen des Kindes kannten keine Schönheit
Sie waren des Staunens viel zu schwach
Und der Morgensonne erstes Licht
Den Sonnenstrahl, den sah es nicht
Der Morgen tagte nicht für das Kind
Denn am Morgen war es blind
Seine Hände aber wurden alt
Und blieben unberührt

Tränen der Stille - Masken im Gesicht
Lichter werfen Schatten und halten es im Licht
Verführt sich zu erklären, während es zerbricht
Tränen der Sehnsucht - Masken im Gesicht
Und es steht hier - das Kind
Mit Tränen im Gesicht
Tränen der Sehnsucht
Tränen der Sehnsucht

WBAU Freestyle Verse (Necro)


My flow is vile
Like the cancel in Lyle
The necrophile will rink the blile
Of ** star ice is nile
Kids never no its me when i cause terror
Cause I change my face to the grill of Joey Crara
Necro drinks the ovum of a woman that stinks
I got tiffany minks
Chinged up in guchi links
I make you eat my defication thats brown like champagne
You get your mamila pierced like Chrissy Rain
I'd like to take your rectum and cook it
I'm doin **s like Bobbitt, but my phallus is far from crooked
The women I kidnap have no choice
All you girls that are listening, you can ** to my voice
There's no need to fear me
I know you wish you were near me
Cause you're touchin yourself as you hear me
I'm leavin blood drippin down amy fishers hips
Necro rips part Mary Joes lips
Necro devours, your tush for 12 hours
Inside tubs and shower I got the brain of Ed Powers
She's so dunce inside the backseat of the lance
I **dirty dirty cunts from France
Bein a ** star is far from the bummers
I got Susan Summers strippin in Randy West Newcummers
Captain Carnage
Eat the cartilage

Trick Or Treat Whodi (Master P Featuring Slay Sean)

{*woman SCREAMING*}

[Master P]
Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi?
I'm right 'cross the street whodi
And I think I seen the beast whodi!

[Master P]
It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once
I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt
My mind **ed up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*}
Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back
Ran up the block it was like a movie
I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi
I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*}
I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??)
It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up
Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck
{*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook
Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook
He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you
Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*}
Nah, ** the world, I'm about to go for mines
Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime
I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve
And I'm thinkin to myself, what the ** is she doin in New Orleans?
Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad
Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag


[Slay Sean]
Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime
Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine
It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time
Thugs move, no rules bottom line
You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*}
Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine
Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg
October 31st niggaz need to be caged
No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force
Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts
It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price
Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice
When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life
You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight
Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night
Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life


[Master P]
Trick or TREAT, kiddies!
Bout to deliver the mail once again
"Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH!

Y'ALL CAN'T ** WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha)
Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat!

Junebug, you better take that mask off
and get your little bitch-ass inside!

Where Have You Been (Jay-Z Featuring Beanie Sigel)

[Beanie Sigel]
Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
** you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

chorus: (Beanie Sigel)
dad where have you been
(and when you come home you got us here all along)
mommy where daddy went
(you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him)
mommy what happened then
(what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?)
daddy where have you been?
(nigga, you gonna hear me out)

I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
wanted to talk just like him (word)
often momma said I look too much
and I thought just like him (it could happen)
wanted to drink Miller nips
and smoke Newports just like you
but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you
I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"
bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?
do you even remember the tender boy
you turned into a cold young man
with one goal and one plan
get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
always short with the income
always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
** You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again
will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"
please don't cry everything'll be alright
I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light
It's us against the world
we don't need him, right? (right)
mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)
I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now
we doin real good
we don't miss you now
see how life twists around? (**a!)


Hopeless (Ludacris)


[Intro: ludacris]
Ooooh you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy and we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind
When you hit rock bottom
There aint no where to go but up baby
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me.. listen here

When life seems hopeless
It make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
Im so stressed and all i here is "** tha world" [2x]

[verse 1: ludacris]
Man ever since life been a gamble
My life been in shamble
Double edge sword burnin both sides of the candle
"But Cris, you cant handle the truth"
Dont wanna face reailty
So lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And i aint do shit
But im down on my knees
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game
And put my problems on layaway
A black man but i feel so blue
So i smoke green and purple til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin white in the hood
We call it yaay drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script til my story's untold
See i got a little money and my life sped up now
Im fallin and i cant get up

[chorus 2x]

[verse 2: trick daddy]
I had to dream about a dope fiend
And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz about anything
curious about him
I wanted to talk to him but he was to busy fo that
But i was more then welcome to walk with him
As we walked
He talked and i just listen
He said theres a big differnce between crackas and niggas
See he said white folks look out fo the white folks but uh black folks blang wit tha black folks
When they aint enough black roakz
When you ooh to make a long story short
We need pay more attenion and do things that are more compleset and he told me
You kno i woulldnt say something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damn sure waste my time telling something that would hurt you
But you would fall for anything
If you dont stand for something
But thats for certain but niggas dont be listen and that shit be hurting
No all of us but some of us
And if we dont hurry up
They going to bury each and every one of us

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]

[verse 3: ludacris]
Sometimes i cant deal wit my daily issues
Just being sober lifes a bitch and i cant control her
I wish i could and sometimes to cry on
We need a shoulder
The goverment stand us up
To run us over
And in the hood they dont seem to understand
Whats really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing fishy goin on and its way beyond blowin away the smoke from these swishers
Goin on it aint much i can do about it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely dont be obcared
By some things that depresiated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
Whats the **s thats goings on
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Wether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun i aint no saint either i feel that im even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get thru this song

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]

[outro: trick daddy]
You know yall going to mess around and complain about slavery that was over 40, 50 years ago black folks need to move on
Y'all keep playin wit a **they going to have yo**tied up wired up to them back roads south florida, georgia
And they made hem laws say they cant do anything for you
Can a church get a amen and god for them thugs too

Shyne (Shyne)

Swiss, Po
Respect our gangsta nigga
Lay down

[Verse 1:]
Whachu know bout holdin out big Tec.
Big vest , hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck
Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up
Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's da kid nigga What
Some of ya rap niggaz is girls
On my dick yappin, flappin'
**in cartoons,
These niggaz guns don't go off
untill they say lights, camera, action
Yo Swiss tell them niggaz eat a Dick
Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary wont Miss
Unload da shit then reload da shit
Head str8 to da airport and unload sum Bricks
No lyin', you niggaz seem me comin down to shoot ya
Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus
Brookly is mine, nigga move Ova
Yea I'm talkin to you. **in Dick Blowa

Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you **in wit a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine

[Verse 2:]
Check it
All I need in this world of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10
Ridin' thru da city like I'm used to this Shit
** yo vest nigga, my cells will chew thru that Shit
Catch a breath, you ain't heard bout that nigga Po
Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo'
Leavin' pieces of yo brian on yo car Do'
Lookin gully in that Bent.on that R.O.
L.L. see you niggaz in Hell
Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell
Shiet I set my mind at a the early age
I was gon' be paid or early graved
Whatta ** i got-ta have, blocks to smash
Lots a cash, drop sum Ass
This iz da truth, I probebly die in my Coup
But I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot

Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you **in wit a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Sine

[Verse 3:]
I got my mind on da Shipment
Shipment on my Mind
Bout to meet these Domanican niggaz at 9
Rhyme, rap, whatta ** is That
Only thing I rap is Ye, nigga die Today
Ya got it confused I ain't tryna fill nobody's Shoes
I'm juss lookin fo connects nigga
Doin' what I Do
Back against the wall
Against all odds
Tune in to my Live nigga, this shit is sicka then OZ
Fightin' 'gainst them Crackaz
+ them killaz gettin' at Us
No where to run, so I grab my Gun
N' start blazin', this shit got a nigga Agin'
I'mma die a Gangsta nigga ain't no Changin'
A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me
Lil nigga go to school, stay away from Me
Got hoez fo you hustlaz
Bullets fo you cowards
N' dick fo you bitches up in da Trunk-Tower

Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you **in wit a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a nigga like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die nigga, Shine

Ashes In Your Mouth (Megadeth)


People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords
Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here,
God have mercy!

Now we've rewritten history
The one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication
It turns to ashes in your mouth


If you're fighting to live
It's O.K. to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!

Solo - Marty - Marty - Dave

Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!


If You Play Your Cards Right (2Pac)


Another shady mission, had enough of shady tricks,
you so suspicious, like watchin' pictures and haze vision...
tonight is love makin', take you any place you wish,
today we satisfied, and tradin' slowly kisses...
blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family,
not understanding the destiny, had a plan for me...
if I have kids, will I live to see 'em grow?..
tho' I don't know, I live the life of a Thug nigga until the day I go...
broken promises, a secret bound broken
I know I'll die alone, but yet and still I'm hopin'...
visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven,
I know it's better in heaven cause being here ain't livin'...
close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the worlds crazy,
still look for a queen to plant seeds and have babies...
maybe I'll be the one, or just maybe I'm lost,
you'll never know, being cautious, and play yo cards right...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo


I'm always in the mix,
life is full of tricks...
I guess, tryin' my best,
nothing less, before I lay to rest...
my quest and future I'm mold like a new born baby,
intense and seldom to the world I'm so crazy...
my daddy raised me to be a man, do the best I can,
he said you won't succeed in life without a plan...
it's hard to take my people trade me,
with Indian hate, can't wait better change before it's too late...


They got me at the bottom of a deck, searching for my Ace,
I can't take too many jams, ain't much lovin' no place...
full of torman and soul, and it's written all in my face,
hollow inside, a crooked smile is the only trace...
a mission slightly incomplete,
misconceptions of success and defeat,
I rome these dark streets alone...
searching for yo homie, smokin' til I'm gone,
when I need someone to kind of lay my praries on...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo

[Edi Ameng]

December 30 in nineteen-ninety feen yeah,
my reincarnation steps in, born into a world that don't love itself,
but the love is wealth...
my little nigga listen closely, if you don't remember nothing else,
just remember that life ain't nothing but a game,
a gamble, and how you play yo hand will sho' explain,
for what's ever...
in times you gone journ into a crossroad, get lost tho',
keep on buryin' and let 'em see you up in floss mode...


Mysteriously it seems,
thru my deepest thoughts and dreams,
it's all wrong, Pac do wrong gone...
and now 18, I'm stranded on my own abandon here in a zone,
protect my throne...
pow like a king, Al Capone style...
lay no tracks on this rhyme, coked up, with Craig Ogenwind,
livin' life as a Don, Guess Cortex; Louie Vaton...
with my future behind me, livin' with these snakes,
sent here to blind me, one day I know my futures gonna find me,
am I crying?...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo

Part Time Mutha (2Pac)

(cutting and scratching)
She's a part time
a part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)

Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But ** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha

I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)

I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in
So... now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him **me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha

I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)

I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha

A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I'ma (part time mutha)
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Pa-pa-pa-part time
Pa-pa-pa-part time...

Open Fire (2Pac)

"Alright now, here we go"
Verse One: 2Pac
Tell me, how many real mother**ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous mother**ers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a ** about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo**up I give a **
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked**cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
"Alright now, here we go"
Verse Two: 2Pac
These mother**ers on my**I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
Pussy**bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the ** they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, mother**er
Open fire on you bustas
"Alright now, here we go"
Verse Three: 2Pac
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my **in bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my **in tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!


People's Church, NJ.

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