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Eat Shit And Die (Necro)

[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and *sodomy*
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills

I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass
I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass
I shit on the *church's mass*
Sacraligous I'll sever your body something prestigious
Precise cuts, I'm fascinated with women's guts
I'm hittin skins and I'm jerkin' off on your intestines
I'll ** you in your**bitch
Now you're colen is swollen
When I go bowlin'
To achieve a strike
I use the headpiece of a *dyke*
I swing her brains down the lane
I'm a sadomasochist
One finger, two fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, ** IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe

[Ill Bill]
I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
I'm on drugs
During ** I use anal beads and butt plugs
I'm holdin' bitches dooty holes hostage
Their sisters sphincter keeps me warm during the winter 'cause my cocks big
It gets stuck
Bitches be getting **ed up the asshole
Open ya oven
So I can cook the dooty casserole
That's how I'm living, givin' bitches the shits
I ** 'em between they tits, then I bust a nut on they lips
I vaccinate sockets with lip plugs like if I was to flip once
I snag body bags with dirty hags and cuts
Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular
Look around, shit's getting uglier and uglier
Spinnin' within my hyperbaric chamber
Nothin' short of a bloody rusty razor
fingerprint that could stop my behavior
Generally and federally
Etcetera, etcetera
Shooting storm troopers lie deadera
I emphasize like Emphysema
Every word I speak creeps into your blood stream like *Leukemia*
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation
Escaping police stations

[Necro]
Yah I got dead bodys covered with hay in my barn
Loud mother**ers get their lips sewed and yawn
Out the ten story window, headfirst I chuck you
Attach a switchblade to my dick and then I ** you (** you!)
In and out, as I cut the *uterus*
You'll soon be, familiar with torture if you're new to this
Leave you glued to a piss-stained wall
Take my brain out of my skull
And watch my **in' brain crawl
'Cause IT'S ALIVE, MOTHER**IN' ALIVE
Bend over and get *sodomized* with the .45
Bumpin'into the beehive and get stung
I got the noose of death, so *nigga* come and get hung
Willingly, your rectum gets bruised
I come from the world where *niggas* get **in' abused
The realm of violent crime
Where bitches get **ed in the pussy and**at the same time

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die

[Ill Bill]
I'm comin' out from inside the walls like asbestos
A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most, expected
I gank kids on their own
'Cause I'm inproper
I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counselors
I'm analyzing bio-rhythms
Sleeping my victims with incisions
My sensory sees catastrophic visions
Over the image of *Jehovah* I burn sober
In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
Then twist facial features like Rocky Dennis
When I menace it's horrendous
My bloody appetite's tremendous
Enormous
Watch the metamorphosis
Diggin bitches in orifices
Remorse is not my thoughts when I catch a corpse
The torture tactics I practice tear up your mattress
Kidnap an actress
That activate vibrateing plastics

[Necro]
When they made me
I was so, evil they broke the mold
Necro is cold, my ** birth should of been controlled
If you're bold you'll get strangled with your gold
Going once !! going twice !! another ** white *slave* sold
From wacking off I have compulsive dependancy
From the tendency, for ruining bitches *pregnancy*
*Niggas* can't understand my morbid biology
I bring, new, meaning to the studies of Gynacology
When I shove, razors up your *cunt* you'll see
All bitches that diss me wind up with ** V.D.
When I was in my mom's *cunt*, my father slaughtered me
I came back from the dead, after my mom *aborted* me
Bloody, *fetus*, baby of *Satan*, *Devil's* child
Leavin' bodies on all types of mother**in' level piles
So girl take **in' caution,
'Cause if you're walkin home alone tonight
You might wind up a bitch on auction
And if you can't take you and you're concious hun,
I'll be like *Ralphus*, and shoot a slug into you from my blow gun
[Ill Bill]
I'm stirring in the pain in the center of your brain
Carve a path with a butcher knife
Walk down the lane
Take a stroll through the hole in your head
Stab untill your dead
I'd like to paint the world blood red
Flippin' like OJ Simpson, the Joel Rifkin
Covered in crimson
Everywhere you look another dead shook
On the meat hook hangin'
Then I'm up in your place to spread your wife's legs for the bangin'
I love to ** retarded chicks with wiffle ball bats
Then watch there **in' head go splat when I pull out the gat
I'm also into sodomizing secretaries
I'm very scary
My ice pick rips through virgin cherries
And all you goons that think you got half of what me and my brother got
You get chop chop chopped like Bobbit's cock

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and DIE!!!!!

Necrophiliac nineteen ninety gore
Ill Cannibill nineteen ninety gore

Eat my shit
Eat my shit
Eat my shit

You suckin dick for crack
You suckin dick for crack

I Confess (Bahamadia)




Verse One:
Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew
lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew,
roughneck mannerism, fly disposition,
ya live like channel sparkin' like mad-izm,
my mission, is gettin into you like a religion,
my woman's intuition tells me cupid's arrow's hittin,
you're the prince with the glass slipper that my foot could fit in,
this feelin that I have is never endin, I'm sendin, my love like
Zhane' up
in a box
with the bow up on the top, cause, for you I got the hots so
please accept these feelings I posess i'm like a damsel in distress in
pursuit of happiness, I confess
chorus: I've been really tryin' baby
tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
and if you feel, like I feel baby
come on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me like magnetic fields that give my body chills,
perserve my chocolate ties and it's a thrill; I'm sayin
that when you swing my way I, get a sudden rush,
that entices me not to keep it on the hush-hush,
boy times girl times lust equals us,
and you can count on that like you would an abacus so
bust the equation, baby cause I'm facin the fact that I only think of
you
on two occasions, but I'ma max once I get this off my chest, and just
let
nature do the rest..
I confess
Chorus
Verse Three:
I wanna be down like brandy with you handy for tha duration,
engage in electric relaxation,
build a conversation, probe ya intellect,
put ya manhood to the test, but not just ya physical, ya individual is
what
I'm after,
ya heart I wanna capture, I'm open like a space that NASA explores,
truly do adore, every little move you make and more, my word is born
but I could go on and on throwin hints,
that I'm tha chick, you should be celebratin life wit,
so instead I felt it best if I just,
stood and represented in the flesh,
that I confess...
Chorus

Outta State (Akinyele)




[Extra P] Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!

Chorus: Akinyele

I got all my life to live
and I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live
and I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state

[Akinyele]
Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hell
to pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGE
Don't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAGE
College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?
Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasite
My moms seperated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASH
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CAST
I get road maps, learned the interstate
Shit I'm headed out state to make papes; man

Chorus

[Akinyele]
I'm ready to get up on a scam trip
The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!
First I need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that it's black
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back
I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat
Throwin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit
of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREET
Cool, I got the keys to the CAR
Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up
on the TAR, I'm out to get money real FAR
I hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"
But I got to go far ma! {sing} "But I could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just DELIVERIN, packages
so I can just relax and get some type of LIVIN
Think that it is when it ISN'T
Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein GIVEN
Man, like heck, and when I get back
I'ma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late
My job's located outta state

Chorus

[Akinyele]
I reached my destiny and my goal
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well I'm in it to win it
I'm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns
fear me up and down cause they really don't know me
But all my hits, I see them scopin out the clip
They wanna get open, I can let shit rip!
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks
Step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work, home on credit
You think that I'm comin back? Tch, black he can forget it
Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAKE
Bad enough gotta watch out for a SNAKE called JAKE
Money nonstop, kept in the hush
At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus
And watch the dough flow like water
I'm not Taco Bell but hell I'ma make a run for the border
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number, so I could phone home
to let my people know my mission went great
on my great escape to outta state

Rest in peace to my little brother Donnie Boy
Rest in peace to my man Rakim
Rest in peace to my man, named Understanding
Rest in peace, umm, to Atiba
Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street
Rest in peace, to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone
You know I ain't forget you
Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm..
and I'm.. and I'm OUT!! *echoes*

Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Such A Shame (Talk Talk)

Such a shame to believe in escape
a life on every face and that's a change
Till I'm finally left with the eight.
Tell me to relax
Ijust stare
maybe I don't know if I should change
A feeling that we share.
It's a shame
such a shame
number me with rage.
It's a shame
such a shame
number me in haste.
Such a shame
this eagerness to change
it's a shame.
The dice beside my fate and that's a shame in these trembling hands.
My faith tells me to react I don't care

Maybe it's unkind if I should change a feeling that we share.
It's a shame
such a shame
number me with rage. . . .
Tell me to relax
I just stare
maybe I donY know
If I should change a feeling that we share.
It's a shame
such a shame
number me with rage. . . .
Such a shame write across my name.
Such a shame this eagerness to change.

Rock N Roll (Mos Def)




[Mos Def]
Make me wanna HOLLA.. aowwWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Rock and roll
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Hehehe rock and roll
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Whoahhhhh oh oooh weee oooh
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Whoahhhhh oh

(Huh) My grandmomma was raised on a reservation
(Huh) My great grandmomma was, from a plantation
They sang - songs for inspiration
They sang - songs for relaxation
They sang - songs, to take their minds up off that
**ed up situation
I am... yes I am... the descendant (yes yes)
of those folks whose, backs got broke
who, fell down inside the gunsmoke
(Black people!) Chains on they ankles and feet
I am descendants, of the builders of your street
(Black people!) Tenders to your cotton money
I am.. hip-hop
"It's heavy metal for the black people"
I am.. rock and roll (rock and roll.. rock'n'roll)
BEEN HERE FOREVER!
They just ain't let you know.. (HA!)

I said, Elvis Presley ain't got no soul (huh)
Chuck Berry is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that style on they own (uh-uh)
Elvis Presley ain't got no SOULLLL (hell naw)
Little Richard is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that shit on they own (nah-ah)

Guess that's just the way shit goes
You steal my clothes and try to say they yo's (yes they do)
Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Tryin to take everything that you made or control (there they go)
Elvis Presley ain't got no SOULLLL
Bo Diddley is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't the first place the credit belongs

Say whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (Jimi Hendrix say) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (Albert King and) oooh-weee-ohhh
(and Motown)

(huh) I ain't tryin to diss
but I don't be tryin to ** with Limp Bizkit
"The ** is on your mind?"
When I get down in my zone
I be rockin Bad Brains and Fishbone
I ain't tryin to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm tryin to move
I don't turn on Korn to get it on;
I be playin Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond
Sittin up on my front lawn
Got the volume turned to ten
Playin Albert King the best again (black)
When the mornin in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some rock and roll
Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

Say, James Brown got plenty of soul
James Brown like to rock and roll
He can do all the shit fo' sho'
that Elvis Presley could never know (black people)
Said, Kenny G ain't got no SOULLLL
John Coltrane is rock and roll (uh-huh)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
but they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

Say whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-wee-ohh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

"ah-lert the squad.."

{*MUSIC PICKS UP PACE AND GETS LOUDER*}

Who am IIIIiiiiiiiiIiiiII, HUH!
GET YOUR PUNK**UP!
ELVIS PRESLEY AIN'T GOT NO SOUL
JIMI HENDRIX IS ROCK AND ROLL
YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
BUT EVERYTHING THEY DID THEY STOLE
ELVIS PRESLEY AIN'T GOT NO SOUL
BO DIDDLEY IS ROCK AND ROLL
YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
BUT WE SEND THEY PUNK**HOME
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii!!!
Say, rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
GET YOUR PUNK**UP!!!!!!!
Company, MOVE!!!
For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit (BO BO)
Chicago (BO BO) Bed-Stuy (BO BO)
Flatbush (BO BO) Brownsville (BO BO)
East New York (BO BO) Newark New Jersey (BO BO)
Illadelphia Cincinatti Atlanta the Dirty South
All towns GET YOUR PUNK**UP!!
"Rock and roll for the black people"
Hi ma..

"Well that was just wonderful"

You Gots To Chill (EPMD)




Intro
[Pee MD]
You Gots to Chill...
Verse 1
[E Double E]
Relax your mind let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you're tired then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake
The E R I C K is my name I spell
Things to the clientele yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line
[Pee MD]
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on the top
In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 2
[E Double E]
I be the personal computer, information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes step by step
Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin' still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
[Pee MD]
I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 3
[E Double E]
Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin'
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin'
Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin' sword
[Pee MD]
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin' on the microphone
Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks
I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin'
The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared
Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear
You gots to chill...
Outro
[E Double E] DJ La Boss...
[Pee MD] ...takes no shorts.

Get Ready For This (2 Unlimited)




Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style,
House on the ground,
Please when I squeeze,
Pump to your knees.
Who wants to play?
I'm in here to stay,
Ready to take you around the way,
So get ready for this.
Mind your own biz,
Cause I invented the microphone biz.
No need to sit, cause we're 2 Unlimited;
Ready, ready, ready for this!
Feel the base, you just get closer.
Be impressed by the words I chose of,
Once again kickin' it live,
Doin' everything yo just to survive
A wall to wall, I think I stand,
Being on stage with a mic in my hand,
Bustin' it live to the crowd,
The age is 20, I'm from the south!
Be a part,
Break my heart.
Get ready for this,
Mind your own biz.
People in the front,
Show me what you want,
And I won't give it in..
Get ready for this!
We're 2 Unlimited,
So people won't you sit?
Movin' up and down,
Dancin' on the ground.
Feelin' kinda free; security.
House is style that moves you from the ground.
House on the ground, bass in your face,
Racin' the place, no time to waste.
Feelin' hypnotised,
I can see it in your eyes.
Feelin' kinda better,
Put on your sweater.
Feelin' like a white,
I think it doesn't matter.
Super, dope, def, and even outrageous.
If I was an animal, theyd've kept me in cages,
So get ready for this!
Ya'll ready for this?
Step back, relax. Don't you wanna come in?
When I start rappin' the girlies wanna come in.
Into my house, into my room,
That's the part where it goes "boom! boom!".
Name here is Ray, the group is 2 Unlimited,
We've got a lot to say...to you, ah yeah and your other crew, if it is
a
dream, boom see boom!

The Continuous Life (311)

When things are outta w** and they might collapse
and at the end of the day you still can't relax
and physically you ache like a cavity feelin' the bind
on your mind and the rest of your body
listen to your heartbeat flow and imagine
become Jackson Pollack air brush Chinese dragons
on a sky blue conversion van or an electra
Buick of the mind full of luminous matter
and slowly all the pressure recedes and you stop to decay
naturally think clearly ultimately though your grace
will give way to traffic jams
submachine guns in hand
city red-necks who think like the omega man
feelin' the extremes of the times we're livin'
stockpile spaghetti-o's and cheerios
plannin' to survive that fall-out shit

It's not ambiguous it be continuous
it's all about us it's for real my man
the continuous life there is no end
movin' through life movin' through death

It's not ambiguous it be continuous
it's all about us it's for real my man
the continuous life there is no end
movin' through life movin' through death

My radio emits a signal form
a loud noise the kind of which I've never heard before
I scan the dial for more stations but all I get
is an eerie feelin' I'm not dreaming' this is the real dealin
there's nothin like this trance I'm caught in a daze
cuz I'm finally out of my body the blue lights are ablaze
yeah I'm really amazed and feelin' so light that's right
lift off and I'm into the sky
as if a hologram were created to shift my consciousness
changed again and I'm flung in the rift
I wanna be free I wanna do right
I move through the portal to be purified

It's not ambiguous it be continuous
it's all about us it's for real my man
the continuous life there is no end
movin' through life movin' through death

It's not ambiguous it be continuous
it's all about us it's for real my man
the continuous life there is no end
movin' through life movin' through death

When we shed the skin, we'd be continuous
catch the feelin', you're for real
the continuous life, there is no end
movin' through life, movin' through death

Down South (311)

Let me take you down south
Hear it from the dover's mouth
The rhythm will make you want to move your body
I had it once and never ever forgot it
Feel the rhythm of rhapsody
Your body moves in raw ecstasy
Explosive eruption beyond compare

Take my advice: don't think twice
Let me take you way down south

Step back 'cause the funk is here and
The base is kickin' straight to your ear, man
Because it's like that, so don't talk back
And if you do, then you're gonna get the back slap
Down south, that's an enigma
But to you, it's a stupid dumb stigma
That's right, it's outta sight

Let me tell you 'bout my baby
She loves me, I don't mean maybe
She knows what I think and I don't have to say it
I love her, so I don't have to play it
We sit and drink in the sun
I raise my glass and say she's the one
Cool breeze, light squeeze, life

Take my advice: don't think twice
Let me take you way down south

Step back, I'm about to get hectic
Chalk it up as another dialectic
Hard like a jam, smooth like a ballad
Call it what you want but I call it sound salad
A salad grown in the garden of Eden
Seekin' out pleasures like my boys in Sweden
That's right, the groove's tight like
Sit back just relax, let your mind unwind
Pull your good thing close, let tranquility surround
Psychedelic freak out taco funk frolic
Grind fiend roots 'core soul music, what have you
Psychedelic freak out taco funk frolic
Grind fiend roots 'core soul music, what have you

Step back and think about the topic of this song
Strong innuendo, end over end goes your brain
I won't say, it's plain. Figure it out, here's a clue:
It's about winding, grinding, finding that spot
That gets her hot, the joy of giving pleasure
Is beyond measure


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Beethoven,Relax.




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