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Walk Like A Camel (Southern Culture On The Skids)
Baby, Would you eat that there snack **
In your special outfit for me, please?
owwwWEEEEE!!!!!
Yo ye pharoahs, let us walk
Through this barren desert, in search of truth
And some pointy boots, and maybe a few snack **s.
OWWWW WEEE baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel.
OWWWW WEEE, walk!
Who's in charge here, where's my Captain's wafers?
Don't go around hungry now, the way you eat that oatmeal pie,
Makes me just wanna die, baby, OWWWW
You make me wanna walk like a camel.
OWWWW WEEE, walk!
Say, you don't think there's any way I could get that quarter
From underneath your pointy boot, do ya?
All I want is just one more oatmeal pie.
OWWWW WEEE, Little Debbie, Little Debbie
I'm a comin on home, baby, 'cause you make me wanna walk
Like a camel, OWWWW WEEE
In The Red (A Global Threat)
We've been good, but I know we can do better
Exactly what's expected right down to the ** letter
If nothing's changed then where's my brain
If there's no reaction, we're bored again
Time to turn the volume up
More than before for those corrupt
In the red
Just look at your alternatives
We're not some ** group for hire
And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a choir
What's to gain by what we're playing?
Unless it's watered down it's not accepted by the mainstream
Loud and fast
Got no money
Couldn't care less
Play it louder
I don't like the **in' scene
You say it's part machine
He thinks it's too nice or too clean
They just want to be the stars
Make money with guitars
Why would they accept anything less?
We don't try to relate
With the consumer's taste
I couldn't think straight
If we were Green Day
So we'll play loud instead
Till the meter's in the red
We'll lose our **in' heads
'Cause this is not dead
New Way, New Life (Asian Dub Foundation)
Every sunday morning in front of the tv
Recording with a microphone naya zindagi
Pioneer gurdas maan
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Kept our parents alive
Gave them the will to survive
Working inna de factories
Sometimes sweeping de floor
Unsung heroines an heroes
Yes they open de door
They came a long time ago
But now it seems we've arrived
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future?s open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
Tjinder pon de radio
Dis is england's new voice
Censorship for years
But now dem have no choice
Running thru de playground
We could never have known
Dat in de future
Our role models would be home grown
And now we're walking down de street
Wid a brand new pride
A spring inna de step
Wid our heads held high
Young asian brothers an sisters
Moving forward, side by side
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Our opportunity will no longer be denied
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
And we're supposed to be cool
Inna de dance our riddims rule
But we knew it all along
Cos our parents made us strong
Never abandoned our culture
Just been moving it along
Technology our tradition
Innovation inna the song
Now de struggle continues
To reverse every wrong
New heroines and heroes
Inna de battle we belong
When we reach de glass ceiling
We will blow it sky high
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future's open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
Turn You Inside-Out (R.E.M.)
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Divide your cultured pearls in haste
I'm looking for to lay to waste
Of all the things I cannot taste
And this not the racy race
They spoke loud
(chorus 1)
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
It's what you do
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
(chorus 2)
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
(chorus 3)
Given the choice
Given the heart
Given the tool
Given the word
Given the cheers
(repeat chorus 1)
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
(repeat chorus 2)
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Given the choice
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Given the heart
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Given the tool
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Given the word
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Given the cheers
I could, I
(repeat chorus 2)
(repeat chorus 3)
Given the choice
Given the choice
Given the choice
American Culture (A Global Threat)
We're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again
Your culture's fed into our veines, your preaching tyranny and hate
To follow in your footsteps would be hypocracy
So now's the time to fight for our beliefs
Are we the only ones here who won't judge your **uality?
Are we the only ones here who want equality?
Are we the only ones here won't judge you by your skin?
Are we the only ones here who know together we can win?
American culture U.S.A.
American culture K.K.K.
American culture nazi skins
American culture Politicians
AMERICAN CULTURE!
Main Punx (A Global Threat)
Main Punx
we're the maine punx, ** you!
proud to be the ** few
we're the maine punx, ** you!
all the shit that we go through
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we'll do what we want to do
we're the maine punx, ** you!
young, rebellious attitudes
pack up the car, it's time to go!
150 miles to the nearest show
punks from around the state destroy
this way of living, OI! OI! OI!
get shit about what we wear,
patches, boots, and spikey hair
** what we're taught in all our schools,
we won't live by this state's rules
we're the maine punx, ** you!
proud to be the ** few
we're the maine punx, ** you!
all the shit that we go through
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we'll do what we want to do
we're the maine punx, ** you!
young, rebellious attitudes
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
and ** MAINE
No Shelter (Rage Against The Machine)
The main attraction distraction
Got you number than number than numb.
Empty your pockets son they got you thinkin' that
What you need is what they sellin'
Make you think that buyin' is rebellin'
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The thin line between entertainment and war
The front line is everywhere there'll be no shelter here
Still burn the nightmare works you pushin' for,
I'm a snap of the whip, the true feather to tar
Memroy erased and promise gone,
Tradin' your history for a V.C.R.
Cinema simulated life in trauma
Forthright culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There'll be no shelter here,
The front line is everywhere. X4
Hospitals not profitful
The market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The parmagon keep fiendin' for more
The thin line between entertainment and war
Fix the need, develop the taste,
Buy the products, or get laid to waste
Coca-cola was back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo troops We got a dope pair 'a Nikes on
Godzilla pure mother**in' filler
Get your eyes on the real killer,
Cinema simulated life in trauma
Forthright culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for,
The thin line between entertainment and war.
There'll be no shelter here,
The front line is everywhere. X4
American eyes, American eyes,
View the world from American eyes,
Bury the past, rob us blind,
leave nothing behind. X2
Just stare. X4
Or live the nightmare.
Jack Frost (Ras Kass)
Chorus:
(4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
I'm sporting trippled down rain gear.
Dumping on flying rain deer
And that overweight queer with the red and white sleeping apparrel.
Sliding down the chimneys but staring down this double barrel.
I'm putting Santa on alphabet i cal med i cal.
It's survival of the fittest as the milineum approaches.
By then the only existing life on Earth is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm colder than nuclear winters, so concoct the con-tender.
I'm make a nigga change agenda.
Change gender. Change men ta
Feminine. Women in masculine genetalia.
Seasons beatings til the next Saturnalia.
Ain't no competing. Defeating all persons in paraphenalia.
Compel me to inhale the aroma.
"I smell.. I smell.. I smell PUSSY!!!"
My nigga could use some heart like a ** organ donor.
And conflict? Whenever you plan it, I'm a split it like the equator.
My Sanskrit box n' liquid nitrogen strike the mics colder than polar.
I'm like "Wonder Twins Activate!": pimp in the form of icy boulder.
Missed assist sister. Fool, I'll make your scrotum blister.
Fool, if you ready to be the man then I'm a hit ya
Like Baul Mixler: the ideal.
I'm the rhyming Simon Phoenix with that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all **ed up. I'm the abominable flow-man.
Kiss ya**goodbye. Your record deal was standing under missle toe.
And!! I'm Mandingo. My cultural experiences doesn't include Kris
Kringle.
Celebrating Satan No, sorry: Santa.
It continues to be a mind boggler
When black people be picking shit off the ground
and eating it like a toddler.
I shoot the gift like Kwanzaa.
That holiday is pagan. 626 like Mazda
And a billion bucks of **
That's bringing up the slack in the gross national product.
I guaduct. My mind avalanches expressions
And from papas erection and mama'sC-section.
Before nore plant contraception conception.
The only exception was the emaculate deception.
Cause contrary to what my bereaved mother believes,
Jesus was concieved by a mitocondria weave.
I leave gagreen when I slang these below zero,
So niggaz better bring more "Heat" than Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.
Chorus:
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
Gollllden State Waaaarrriioooors, come out to pllllaaayyyyyyyy!
Ha haaaaa! Yo. Yes, Yes, Yes.
This goes out, you know, to the West Coast,
All my niggaz on the East Coast,
All my niggaz down South, you know what I'm saying. All them phat Dj's,
All the heads, and all them bitch**niggaz, you know what I'm saying.
(DJ Rhethmatic Scratching Nas sample from "It Ain't Hard to Tell)
"I'll leave them froze like heroine in ya nose"
Junk Culture (I Am Kloot)
stepping into small life nowhere england
shaking hands with the big town life idiots
i was, trying to pick up some ordinariness
from the shopping bag, inspirational choir
picking up a detail from a muscle magazine
whilst talking to someone else's wife
and wondering do i really care, about sheet metal workers?
caught you looking though your shop window reflection
shop window reflection
shop window reflection
shop window reflection
some run down amusement arcade humour
like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out,
over the city's pavements
calling closing time on that cinema queue fervour
thursday night on the railway lines
as life and death burnt away in the distance
and, a billion TV screens close their weary eyes
don't you know me?
i know you
i know you
i know you
i know you, i know you
Headaches And Woes (Aceyalone)
Intro:
oh man i got a splittin' headache
and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic
pieces
Chorus:
i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes
i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows
that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know
it
and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet
Verse One:
now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards having that
and i elevate on having that
and i'll never get caught in your rabbit trap
from Yellowstone to Venezuela
Nigeria down through Australia
there's somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya
there's a whole lot of us ain't wrapped too tight
now i could been your doctor or your lawyer
or come to your house and clean up for ya
self destruction won't destroy ya
if you got somebody that's lookin out for ya
men are murdered women raped
people gettin beat on videotape
and people elsewhere tryin to escape
just to come to America to lick the plate
helicopters scope the land
hell is here so i hope you 'stand
hip-hop culture is African
and rappers like me gon' rule the earth
Chorus
Verse One:
now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis
and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from Los Angeles
from Amsterdam to the Northern border
Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia
somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya
brothers like me don't live too long
now i know you know it ain't who you know but do you know you
see cause you could go just like any Joe and that's for sho' true
so if you're straight and you're narrow and the snake's in the barrel
and the serpent is under the rainbow
and you're head over heels instead of the reals
then you're bound to be tangled
cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and rappin'
like they was a vaudeville act
but knowledge is wealth and you gotta know self
and you gotta know God's still black
cause every so often i sit and i wonder why i even trip at all
cause half are down when i get down
the other half wanna see me fall
waitin around all heaven bound and you seen that your L-7's round
and when the sky falls to the ground
and you found that the only way up is down
don't give me no additives no sedatives or preservatives
or repetitive rhetoric you give
just let it live
yet my head is poundin' i'm dealin' with this load on my mind
i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes man
i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many peoples knows
man
that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know
it
and i guess i got no choice but to be a
i got no choice but to be
i guess i got no choice but to be a poet
i guess i got no choice but to be a prophet
i guess i got no choice but to be a griot
a gangster
a athlete
a bum
a nobody
a criminal
a convict
a black man
a MC
a MC
a MC
Chorus
Verse Three:
mmmhmmm
you know that's right
that's why people got to get their high so they can get high
they blast and they passed the pipe to get high
just like a Jedi
never said i would i
even if i could i
didn't do it but i just rather get a little shut eye
so i sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter
cause ya never know
when the man is gonna drop that big one
oh pelting, people burning melting
alarm the farmers
armageddon karma psychic readings
greetings earthlings i'm from mars
got two more planets to go and then i'm on my way to the stars
oh no there i go through the ozone layer hole
where the men are the men and they mean it
down where the wind don't blow where the indo grow in the snow
and everybody po'
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