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Re: If i lay here.
Royce Da 5`9
will slap yo' ass in church And apologize to Jesus later, punk! Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich? And why I ain't got [censored] in my pocket but lint? This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow This is beef, there's a couple street [censored] that got to go (bloaw!) My name is Nickel (haha) I'm from the suburbs (yeah!) It's only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah) TIRED of you hoes I will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!) I know we got drama But I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo' ugly-ass momma Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad |
#12
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Re: If i lay here.
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kinda o/t, but I have this stupid Justin Timberlake going through my head and it needs to be stopped. Someone drop some non-sucky non-emo lyrics plz. [/ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] Who do you think we are I'm machinery With a semi-automatic heart I'm unclassified I terminate, I tear apart I'm always there when you think I'm not I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot My finger squeezes out the final shot Say "Goodbye" No integrity No contemplating soul or thought I'm insanity I'm a camouflag-ed work of art I've done some things I really can't describe I've made some mouths open pretty wide And I am licensed - trained and bona fide Say "Goodbye" Who do you think we are Special forces in an armoured car Who do you think we are We don't care, we don't care I'm carnivorous Can't count the flesh that I've been through Never sick of this I'm red and white and black and blue I'm always there when you think I'm not I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot My finger squeezes out the final shot Say "Goodbye" Who do you think we are Special forces in an armoured car Who do you think we are We don't care, we don't care Who do you think we are Who do you think we are We don't care Who do you think we are Who do you think we are We just don't care Who do you think we are Who do you think we are No, no, no, we just don't care Who do you think we are Who do you think we are Who do you think we are Who do you think we are Who do you think we are Who do you think we are [/ QUOTE ] |
#13
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Re: If i lay here.
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don’t travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don’t serve my juice, All melted calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Got a soundtrack in my mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner, Skin tucked in And meat side out and shot, And I’d like to turn them down But there ain't no knob. Run into picket fences Not into picket lines. All this hippie-[censored] for the 60's And another cliché for our time. But, But a one of these days your heart Will just stop ticking, And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah Did you know that the gravedigger's still Gettin' stuck in the machine Even tough it's a whole other daydream. It's another town it's another world, Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done There’s always another one, Waiting right around the bend, Till this one ends, Then it begins Quickly, then it starts all over again. The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possibly it could be news publications and, Possibly it could be news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic “The worlds got a nosebleed” it said “And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests!” And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. Ah ah ah… |
#14
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Re: If i lay here.
no u
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