Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4 All Consoles (2002) (North America) Song Lyrics v1.0 [November 09, 2002] written by Anthony Charles Ambrose (ACA) Document ©2002. All Rights Reserved. Full legal notice at end. Check out: < http://www.timefall.com > TimeSplitters 2 Network (GCN, PS2, XBX) - If you can contribute any missing lyrics, please e-mail me. You will receive full credit for your contributions! Thanks! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Complete Playlist -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- AC/DC - "TNT" Aesop Rock - "Labor" Agent Orange - "Bloodstains" Avail - "Simple Song" Bouncing Souls - "Manthem" De La Soul - "Oodles of O's" Delinquent Habits - "House of the Rising Drum" Eyedea & Abilities - "Big Shots" Flogging Molly - "Drunken Lullabies" Gangstarr - "Mass Appeal" Goldfinger - "Spokesman" Haiku D'Etat - "Non Compos Mentis" Hot Water Music - "Freightliner" Iron Maiden - "The Number of the Beast" Jai Plus - "Bad Dreams" JFA - "Beach Blanket Bongout" Less Than Jake - "All My Best Friends Are Metalheads" Lootpack - "Whenimondamic" Muskabeatz - "Bodyrock" (featuring Biz Markie) Muskabeatz - "I'm a Star" (featuring Grandmaster Melle Mel) Muskabeatz - "Versus of Doom" (featuring Jeru the Damaja) N.W.A. - "Express Yourself" Nebula - "Giant" Public Enemy - "By the Time I Get to Arizona" Rocket from the Crypt - "Savoir Faire" Run-DMC - "My Adidas" Sex Pistols - "Anarchy in the UK" System of a Down - "Shimmy" The Cult - "Bad Fun" The Distillers - "Seneca Falls" The Faction - "Skate and Destroy" The Offspring - "Blackball" Toy Dolls - "Dig That Groove Baby" US Bombs - "Yer Country" Zeke - "Death Alley" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- AC/DC - "TNT" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi See me ride out of that sunset On your color TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win that fight T.N.T. I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand? So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you mess around Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win the fight T.N.T. I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode T.N.T. oi, oi, oi T.N.T. oi, oi, oi T.N.T. oi, oi, oi T.N.T. oi, oi, oi T.N.T. oi I'm dynamite (oi, oi) T.N.T. oi And I'll win the fight (oi, oi) T.N.T. oi I'm a power load (oi, oi) T.N.T. Watch me explode -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Aesop Rock - "Labor" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Agent Orange - "Bloodstains" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- They can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I can't see eye to eye I know they know the way I think I know they always will But someday I'm gonna change my mind Sometimes I'd rather kill Blood stains, speed kills Fast cars, cheap thrills Rich girls, fine wine I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I'm lost my mind Things seem so much different now The scene has died away I haven't got a steady job And I've got no place to stay Well, it's a futuristic modern world But things aren't what they seem Someday you better wake up From this stupid fantasy Blood stains, speed kills Fast cars, cheap thrills Rich girls, fine wine I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I'm lost my mind -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Avail - "Simple Song" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Going over in my head what seems like everything remembering commitments that nowadays just blend I don't know where I'm going and I don't think that I care I had my taste wound up misplaced bounced off those troubles clear did I trip myself up again? Did I see more than you did? Decisions made without regard I knew returning as regret they could but thought they would come crashing with success they know nothing about me and I really doubt they care but that's alright cause by myself I do fine anywhere it seems like I shouldn't have pushed it hid myself and lost focus for a change shouldn't have made myself committed I got to know that one by now I'm better off without -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Bouncing Souls - "Manthem" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I was alone I decided to get up I decided to get out I picked up the phone and gave my boys a shout Told em I'd be out around nine, no particular plan, just whatever comes to mind [Pete] Bryan called me up and said theres a show tonight, and do ya wanna go tonight [Bryan] I'm giving my girl the night off, cuz I'm hanging out with Steinkopf Whenever I'm down I know where my friends can be found, whenever theres a doubt I just have to shout He's my friend he's my alibi, my accessory to the crime a bond that will never die, till the end of time Another night and we got somewhere to go, goin out meeting up at the punk rock show, where the air is hot and the music is loud, my kind of place this is my kind of crowd And we'll be here till the night is done, loyal to my friends and sworn to fun -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- De La Soul - "Oodles of O's" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Dove] Oodles and oodles of O's, you know You get 'em from my sister You get 'em from my bro All I is is man, and once an embryo Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow Yes, I guess it's reflex Some have no control I'd rather let a laughter And tally, off I go Canoeing in the river or out into the O You just know we're not So not play the role Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazy crow Some shake your hand but (This is called the Show) I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau Pissed with the witness, and now I adore O's got the world 'cause O's was on tour Girls gave the O's and guys, oh for sure Where they arose, well nobody knows What do they mean, well here's how it goes Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough You know who you are but they didn't know And now with respect they flex like a pro You're first another ****** but now an Afro Oodles and oodles of O's and Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know They givin' oodles of O's and O's And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know They givin' oodles of O's and O's And oodles and oodles and oodles of (OH!) [Pos] Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o Chanters play the part of a herd at a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw Lunches of punches is what I bestow Oodles of O's has the "Hoo's" in mic checks O's take the shape of medallions and specs Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows Mase got something to say and it goes: (Maseo is rockin' on the radio) Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles of O's, yeah We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the (Oh, ****) Hoods like to play macho, ya know Guns goin' "bo!" people hit the floor Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho Charging barricades like a raging rhino The donuts come big and some in jumbo The Landlord is finished but before I go I'll give a shout out to Quest And my fellow Jungle Bro's [Dove] Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go (What's the reason?) to be cheerful Season is breeze, time to pimp promo Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh, Dredlock is heading out the door y'all [De La Soul] We're selling O's, y'all We're selling O's and O's We're selling O's at the corner store y'all We're selling O's, y'all We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles And oodles of O's, y'all We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all We're selling oodles and oodles... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Delinquent Habits - "House of the Rising Drum" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Looks complicated huh but when the sound comes Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the ancient San Su warrior takin out the plaintiff This ill crush like skulls in Spain and running bulls And they gon act like fools when the curtain pulls This here for partyin so let your ****** bong slide Cruise irie toxins through your head like a G-ride I hang with macs and Alvarado maniacs Who make feria broke backs and herb sacks And this right here y'all will be known As one of the most eloquent ever graced a mic phone With hype tones my mind roam the ozone When I'm on the stage known to flow zone You got a pencil best put it in your pocket Cause you'll need more than cheap blue ink to rock it Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide Now I've seen how the world turns and how it functions I'll be damned if I'm twiced burned before destruction Cause I could never be that alligator that albino Sacrificial wino i got the shoes though with the ill flow Then I stay two steps ahead three leagues above The petty individuals sulkin in the masses Bannin Latin accents then I drop bombs Napalm square on the flesh And to make it more definitive you won't get rid of this Your narrow minded attitude will make me rude Making em capitulate in a civil fashion I'm old fashion when it comes to body thrashin Herb done job cool vibe you all high Enter through the hale to zone of red eye Get out your seat it's time to rock show Frontward backward ill fast or slow oh oh Time to hit you harder than you all knew O.G.'s horns a jericho blew gimme some drums too Rise your spirit with the mosh pit clearin Know to shake your rear end y'all love what you hearin Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Eyedea & Abilities - "Big Shots" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone And next weekend you invite her to your home You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's She's a big shot. You know your dream girl She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world She's a big shot. You thought you could school her She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time Now, what about that popular school kid? The always have been, always will be cool kid? The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool When he has a party, everyone's invited except you And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid Braggin' about a big ****, that chick and this chick He's a big shot.. My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker Than them 'cause they're the masters I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter Art you'll capture finally. But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head He says, "**** You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically As it makes a parody of your passion You tell friends you think he's tight but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting 'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound You know what else? Your looking at him right now I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak I'm a big shot. ****, can nobody fade me The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Flogging Molly - "Drunken Lullabies" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Must it take a life for hatful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die Has the Shepard led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes Turn a darker shade of red And the bullet with this sniper lie In their bloody gutless cell Must we starve on crumbs from long ago Through these bars of men made steel Is it a great or little thing we fought Knelt the conscience blessed to kill Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught Or maybe it`s the way we fought But a smile never grins without tears to begin For each kiss is a cry we all lost Though there is nothing left to gain But for the banshee that stole the grave Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies I sit in and dwell on faces past Like memories seem to fade No colour left but black and white And soon will all turn grey But may these shadows rise to walk again With lessons truly learnt When the blossom flowers in each our hearts Shall beat a new found flame Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Gangstarr - "Mass Appeal" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- No way you'll never make it Come with the weak ****, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those mother****in posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up **** like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God *****z be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Goldfinger - "Spokesman" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- What happened to dignity Did it go away again? Just like a worn out trend? Will I still defend emotions? What happened to honesty? I don't see it on the Top Ten I only see it in what has been Cuz I still defend devotion Am I alone? Don't wanna rest I don't wanna breathe When I wanna hear about life Don't wanna hear a spokesman I don't wanna test I want to believe The god damn singer wrote the song Don't wanna hear a spokesman What happened to integrity I don't see it on MTV All I see is choreography And I'll never be a dancer What happened to puberty? Bad skin and insecurity? And who the **** is Felicity? Cuz I got problems of my own Am I alone? Don't wanna rest I don't wanna breathe When I wanna hear about life Don't wanna hear a spokesman I don't wanna test I want to believe The god damn singer wrote the song Don't wanna hear a spokesman Don't wanna rest I don't wanna breathe When I wanna hear about life Don't wanna hear a spokesman I don't wanna test I want to believe The god damn singer wrote the song Don't wanna hear a spokesman Don't wanna rest And don't wanna breathe When I wanna hear about life Don't wanna hear a spokesman I don't wanna test I want to believe The god damn singer wrote the song Don't wanna hear a spokesman I Don't wanna rest And don't wanna breathe When I wanna hear about life Don't wanna hear a spokesman -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Haiku D'Etat - "Non Compos Mentis" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THANKS TO REDLYRICS.COM FOR THESE LYRICS [mikah 9] non compos mentis and moon struck come, pompous apprentice and succumb to this relentless, yes, the sun rises and sets yet you see none of it's effects until it's done then you'd reflect on how you'd run i'd take a step, your momentum i had still kept, fool [abstract rude] they eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food repetitive cycle 'til i feel in the mood other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude i hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em ab rude this is not simply just to downplay wishes made by emcees who found they status do what you do to live life lavish have this cabbage, heavy baggage [aceyalone] well i would like to start by saying life has to be sparked each day and night, got to be smart don't play your time, you wont be back when i speak i slice the words up like a slasher private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer sky swimmer i like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer and i like talking about dilemma and come up with a solution for the pollution my contribution being the superior being at emceeing and seeing the light love being in the light but they snatch it like a thief in the night [mikah 9] (right, right, you know what i mean) i call them the cookie monsters on the grind for these entemanns, chips-a-hoy combined with m&ms, money, main these b-boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor send him in, rendering him limb and limb salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering my tender and remembering the splendor when i put my first splinter in nail cuticle, black male and you and yo honey giving skully to clinton insider her cubicle checks not cash knots she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat the rest will go up to other hows tickling the g-spot on g.p. you could d.p. the sales manager and the vp you could smuggle me a key i best belive that's how it be just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies [abstract rude] out the hotel ain't we having a car come pick us up? the life of a star come hook us up studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys search from land to land go from a thousand to a hundred to ten and couldn't find an honest man it ain't always what it's promised to be they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree shhh... can you keep a secret? of course or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse out the airport and we having a plane fly us out we the truest, they interview us for what we write about whether we're right or wrong once again it's on 'til the night is gone get in a zone from the dome and a tight song [aceyalone] well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it? now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is? i'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump and be it that i'm a poet trying to get over the hump i could play it like a trump make you sicker than the mumps the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps and sometimes it don't come at all you run you fall come one for all for one depending on exactly where you from 'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies i speak for an overise and i stand for the universe and freedom of man original with the tan can i expand? can i feel the crowd? if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now yeah, i keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow and the eagle and the hawk they say why you talk that crazy talk i tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see" on me, "we hear what ears can't hear" poetry we can be what nobody can be solely the only lonely truly [mikah 9] non compos mentis and moon struck come pompas apprentice and circum to this relentless the sun rises and sets yet you see none of it's effects until it's done then you'd reflect on how you'd run i'd take a step, your momentum i had still kept, fool -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Hot Water Music - "Freightliner" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Driving all night and now your finally back again tell me where you've been Southbound gotta get back home you're in town a couple days lets get on our Way gonna raise some hell arm and arm we'll break the take down gonna fill Myself will all my friends cause these are our nights to run through this Again drinking all night and now it's time to wind down talk about what we Found you only got until friday to make it to washington state tomorrow Morning you'll but we'll be here and we'll be waiting i can't wait but i'm Still waiting for the next embrace just like the last one walks and talks of Friendship that's neverending and stories of his trade arm and arm we'll Break the takedown like we did in these days that keep us rolling he's never Really leaving he's just rolling when we watch him drive away go -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Iron Maiden - "The Number of the Beast" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I left alone my mind was blank I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind What did I see can I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy Just what I saw in my old dreams were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair The night was black was no use holding back Cos I just had to see was someone watching me In the mist dark figures move and twist was all this for real or some kind of hell 666 the Number of the Beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised as they start to cry hands held to the sky In the night the fires burning bright the ritual has begun Satan's work is done 666 the Number of the Beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on I must inform the law Can this still be real or some crazy dream but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes 666 the Number of the Beast 666 the one for you and me I'm coming back I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jai Plus - "Bad Dreams" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- JFA - "Beach Blanket Bongout" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Party on the sand Bring your van Tan gils Macho fools FUN Punk outing People shouting Lots of fun Drugs and sun FUN Beach blanket bong-out Beach blanket bong-out We're having the fun Wasted in the sun Purple boards and short hair We're outnumbered but we don't care The hippies they hate us We steal their chicks They beat us up But they're still the ****s *****s Surf punks we're not Skateboards we do We have the fun We're the new crew CREW -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Less Than Jake - "All My Best Friends Are Metalheads" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Do you think it's strange that there's this way of how you look at, how you act like, and how you think and pretend they're not the same as you Do you know about his strength of convictions or how she puts all her faith in religion Did you ever take the time to really discover how little we know about each other? this all becomes one more chance to keep us from saying anything and separate from everything. And all this really means you're one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound another friend you won't miss anyhow -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lootpack - "Whenimondamic" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Ha Ha Ha Hah, yes yes Return of the B-boy style Props to all the B-boys and B-girls in da house ("Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely") Check it out I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" Yo, as easy as it may seem MC'ing is not a capa- bility for most to possess, you gotta catch up, Take the time to create, construct demonstrate Set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8 I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats I represent the conscience styles until it hits the streets My backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones I destroy fake Madlib beats and Crackerjack poems (Ha-Ha) It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch I eat MC's like Captain Crunch, I attack and then punch Rap in such different styles that's unlike yours Wack MC's, I'll point you out and point out all of your flaws All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin' Battling straight up battling is what I'm provokin' But I'll die before these wack MC's infect thee Hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe But if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake MC's, pretty please "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" Down with the Liks, Jump straight from the bass onto the kicks Non-freestylin' MC's fall straight down in the pits My name be Jack, spontaneous freestylist when I catch wreck Brothers bite me so hard saying my rhymes I ain't even wrote yet So I take it to the max, take out Fake-Funkin' Jacks Get to the point as I rock over Madlib bumpin' tracks "You used to get busy at open mics?" Nah, I still do I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually, yo I will do Anything it takes to bring B-boy style back And the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat But I'll die before these wack MC's infect these Hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe But if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake MC's, pretty please "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Muskabeatz - "Bodyrock" (featuring Biz Markie) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Muskabeatz - "I'm a Star" (featuring Grandmaster Melle Mel) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Muskabeatz - "Versus of Doom" (featuring Jeru the Damaja) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- N.W.A. - "Express Yourself" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- THANKS TO dj.flash@pobox.com FOR THESE LYRICS [Dr. Dre] Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Nebula - "Giant" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Public Enemy - "By the Time I Get to Arizona" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I'm countin' down to the day deservin' Fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can Get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on The goddamn rent Neither party is mine not the Jackass or the elephant 20.000 nig niggy nigas in the corner Of the cell block but they come From California Population none in the desert and sun Wit' a gun cracker Runnin' things under his thumb Starin' hard at the postcards Isn't it odd and unique? Seein' people smile wild in the heat 120 degree 'Cause I wanna be free What's a smilin' fact When the whole state's racist Why want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some land Call me the trigger man Looki lookin' for the governor Huh he ain't lovin' ya But here to trouble ya He's rubbin' ya wrong Get the point come along An he can get to the joint I urinated on the state While I was kickin' this song Yeah, he appear to be fair The cracker over there He try to keep it yesteryear The good ol' days The same ol' ways That kept us dyin' Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines Then you see the lie Politically planned But understand that's all she wrote When we see the real side That hide behind the vote They can't understand why he the man I'm singin' 'bout a king They don't like it When I decide to mike it Wait I'm waitin' for the date For the man who demands respect 'Cause he was great c'mon I'm on the one mission To get a politician To honor or he's a gonner By the time I get to Arizona I got 25 days to do it If a wall in the sky Just watch me go thru it 'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do PE number one Gets the job done When it's done and over Was because I drove'er Thru all the static Not stick but automatic That's the way it is He gotta get his Talin' MLK Gonna find a way Make the state pay Lookin' for the day Hard as it seems This ain't no damn dream Gotta know what I mean It's team against team Catch the light beam So I pray I pray everyday I do and praise jah the maker Lookin' for culture I got but not here From jah maker Pushin' and shakin' the structure Bringin' down the babylon Hearin' the sucker That make it hard for the brown The hard Boulova I need now More than ever now Who's sittin' on my freedah' Opressor people beater Piece of the pick We picked a piece Of land that we deservin' now Reparation a piece of the nation And damn he got the nerve Another niga they say and classify We want too much My peep plus the whole nine is mine Don't think I even double dutch Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em Hang 'em high Blowin' up the 90s started tickin' 86 When the blind get a mind Better start and earn while we sing it Now There will be the day we know those down and who will go -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Rocket from the Crypt - "Savoir Faire" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Run-DMC - "My Adidas" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- My Adidas walk through concert doors and roam all over coliseum floors I stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave an applause that paid And out of speakers I did speak I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land with mic in hand I cold took command my Adidas and me both askin P we make a good team my Adidas and me we get around together, rhyme forever and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather My Adidas.. My Adidas.. My Adidas standin on 2 Fifth St. funky fresh and yes cold on my feet with no shoe string in em, I did not win em I bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em I like to sport em that's why I bought em a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I thwart em and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet and now I just standin here shooting the gif me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now me and my Adidas do the illest things we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings we slay all suckers who perpetrate and lay down law from state to state we travel on gravel, drit road or street I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat on stage front page every show I go it's Adidas on my feet high top or low My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare myself homeboy got 50 pair got blue and black cause I like to chill and yellow and green when it's time to get ill got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall my Adidas only bring good news and they are not used as selling shoes they're black and white, white with black stripe the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic on the strength of our famous university we took the beat from the street and put it on TV my Adidas are seen on the movie screen Hoyywood knows we're good if you know what I mean we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali and I won't trade my Adidas for a ?? My Adidas.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Sex Pistols - "Anarchy in the UK" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Right! now ha, ha I am an anti-Christ I am an anarchist, don't know what I want but I know how to get it. I wanna destroy the passer by 'cos I wanna be anarchy, No dogs body Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line. Your future dream is a shopping scheme cause I wanna be anarchy, It's in the city How many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy. I use anarchy 'cause I wanna be anarchy, Its the only way to be Is this the MPLA or is this the UDA or is this the IRA I thought it was the UK or just another country another council tenancy. I wanna be an anarchist (oh what a name) And l wanna be an anarchist (I get pissed destroy) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- System of a Down - "Shimmy" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go, Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Don't be late for school again boy I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go, Education, fornication, in you are, Go, Don't be late for school again girl I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. I think me, I want life, I think me, I want a house and a wife, I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. Indoctrination, of a nation, Indoctrination of a nation, Subjugation of damnation, Subjugation of damna? Don't be late for school again boy, Don't be late for school again girl, Don't be late for school again boy, Don't be late for school again girl. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Cult - "Bad Fun" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Bad fun sister, time to go Life's too short, on with the show Get your kicks on the razor's edge Atomic bomb overhead Set controls for the sun Bad fun baby just begun Rhythm like a rumblin' train Hit those skins explode my brain Spirit like a rumblin' train Spirit of the thunderin' rain Vibration got you on the run Electric child on bad fun Mayhem children take no up Rev your engine from the hip Night-time she's callin' you Ghetto star you'll go far Dress up in your fancy clothes Set good times to overload Rhythm like a rumblin' train Hit those skins explode my brain Spirit like a rumblin' train Spirit of the thunderin' rain Vibrations got you on the run Electric child on my bad fun -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Distillers - "Seneca Falls" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state and the thing about destiny is it never ever makes mistakes Susan B. Anthony Forever haunting me Owned raped sold thrown A woman was never her own They cried freedom rise up for me I want i want i want freedom Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state and the thing about destiny is it never ever sets you free Elizabeth Cady Forever reminding me I dont steal the air i breathe Freedom rise up for me -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Faction - "Skate and Destroy" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Forget the light, skate and destroy Pass the jogger, skate and destroy Snap it back, skate and destroy Kick that bike, skate and destroy It's not a cause or political belief, it's something in my thinking If you agree it's cool by me, at least I'm not a robot I'm not afraid of things I read, I won't divide my friends up Dictatorship of people's minds is not what I will strive for The cops are coming after me, their sons are BMXers They always try to stop me but urethane is faster than boots You may be in a parking lot throwing up your contents So what who cares I know I don't Be a hood, don't be good. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Offspring - "Blackball" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- In this world of hate and shallowness Where enemies become your consolation And those of us who win the game give up their minds I don't call that winning Say this doesn't apply to you But ask yourself first What have I won today to win the game And just what have I scarified Win the battle or lose the war I know I've played this game before When people were still real I don't want this anymore It's time for me to close the door There's nothing left to feel Reflect on all out yesterdays My own words choke me, why were they spoken Regret for things I've said and done just can't compare with Regret for that I have never tried So blame this world or blame yourself It's really all the same When you are standing on that precipice From which you just cannot return Win the battle or lose the war I know I've played this game before When people were still real I don't want this anymore It's time for me to close the door There's nothing left to feel In the style of forgotten men I look to my horizon - I see nothing While thoughts of guns and desecration sweep through my mind But only coffins and bones remain As I look to you, the emptiness behind your eyes seals my decision Can't carry on in a world of jugglers where all this thoughtlessness And bludgeoning your key to success What kind of tradition to carry on Blackball - The new disease Blackball - The new disease Blackball - Your evil ways have found their way inside me Blackball - The new disease Blackball - The new disease Blackball - For a better life in this high tech dog eat dog existence -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Toy Dolls - "Dig That Groove Baby" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Friday night is bath night this is what they say We are gonna dig the groove, we've waited all day We wear trendy trousers with belts a mile too long We are gonna catch the bus into the town We are boogie on down.. Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby. There they are again covered in Old Spice They think they will get the girls cause they smell nice, They all call me riff raff 'Coz I wear a Crombie I couldn't stand it being just like them they all look like puffs not men Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby. See that trendy there she used to be a punk Now she's off to the disco to listen to junk Her boyfriend was a skinhead He used to shout Oi! Oi! Play that funky music that's what they say now Come with me and I'll show you how.. Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig that groove ba-a-by Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- US Bombs - "Yer Country" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Zeke - "Death Alley" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [NO LYRICS YET] _______________________________________________________________________________ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Legal Information _______________________________________________________________________________ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Copyright 2002 Anthony Charles Ambrose (ACA) webmaster@timefall.com All rights reserved This document was created and maintained by ACA, its author. 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