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| 1. |
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Victimized
But you're in bed Stumble out And run dead If it ever paid To self start Environment Make you smart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid I heard it once But not before Begging off And livin' bored My hands are tied Webbed feet again Fell in behind And claim us dead Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Cast this In spite of truth Give it up I'll lie to you Blame and flame this Turnid stat (???) Pointed finger You fall apart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim You played yourself Now you're pointin' fingers How i've robbed and raped ya Bruised and scraped ya But those are just lies Cause in your eyes You've been victimized It's how you size it up You disguise it up And try to make it look real To cover up the low self esteem you feel Introspection And afterthought Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport But now you're caught up In the undertow, You never knew a man Could sink so low But now you know Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the House I felt the Pain You're victimized But got no one to blame Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Holy diver I'm a surviver Feeling like DeNiro In Taxi Driver With Jodi Foster And Harvy Keitel Looks like I'm walkin' Through a livin' hell So spark that owl And I'll get lifted Feelin the effects Of what my spliff did Cause I'm gifted I read Sun Tzu I bought a gun too So you'll never come too The weight of the world Ridin' on my shoulders Cause I'm a soldier I thought I told ya You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid |
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| 2. |
| 4:28 |
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Travelling at the speed of love
Hey kids, whats up Remember when I used to be dope, yeah I owned a pocket full of fame But look what you're doing now, Well I know, I know I lost touch with reality, now my personality Is an unwanted commodity (ooh yeah) Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mike (Six million ways) I used to run it I guess Oscar Goldman got mad Cause I got loose circuit's (so loose) I seen the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be Fallin Fallin Fallin You played yourself (x4) Yo pack my bags cause im out of here My momma don't love me and my momma don't care Read the papers the headlines say Washed up rapper got a song (Rock on) Lingo's busting while the guitar swings B-Side copies for the radio plays (or something) I knew I blew the whole fandango When the drum crew never wore a Kangol Never could be like fake, fish won't bite bait Realise that im over like clover No good lucking so Maze hit the fucking beat While the teenage fans are here I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues So what's gone dead, let me use my forehead Easy pack it up man, let me stop stalling Cause everything I do is like falling Falling Falling You played yourself |
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| 3. |
| 3:08 |
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Yes y'all, Uptown
The sound, is shakin into war And for all y'all, this is it I'm never alone, I'm in a zone and stoned I never leave home without my microphone I break backbones like a stone, I roam I knick knack paddy wack and give a dog a bone Like Al Capone I am a dog, I foam at the mouth, shout it out when I groan in tone I go Uptown, I come back home (With who?) "Me, myself and my microphone" *I go Uptown, I come back home with who? "Me, myself and my microphone" *Repeat (x3) It's like this y'all, it don't stop You see I'm Uptown and rockin the dope spot So I dip to the dive, thrive and come alive The two MCs that make ya name survive For alla y'all, my name is Run I rock big parties, have big fun The mind blowin, body rockin MC fiend who came along and made his home and chained the toll on my team The cool calm brother from around the way Where I'm from, DJ Run met a kid named "Jay" We go Uptown, and come back home (With who?) "Me, myself and my microphone" *Repeat (x4) **Gotta gotta gotta gotta keep it on Gotta gotta gotta keep it on **Repeat (x3) "Give us respect" Get much respect when I flex my Tek Unique when I speak and wreck your set I used to take the train to go to school The microphone holdin on the golden rule Pop pop pop, you can't stop my flow I rock it in my pocket everytime I go straight Uptown, I come back home (With who?) "Me, myself and my microphone" *Repeat (x4) |
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| 4:37 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:59 |
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WAR!!!
Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down [Chorus] WAR!!! I don't want your war WAR!!! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR We don't need your war WAR!!! Military beasts starvin countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your blood to save humanity Dyin for the food we feed [Chorus] Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down Injustice drives you crazy It drive L.A. insane In this generation hatred is the name [Chorus] WAR!!! L.A. '92 Bastard magic should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92 Police can make me under stress While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess Don't patronise my fuckin ass Some heads will get crashed L.A. '92 Bush has got his upper cut He's goin to fuckin war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Everybody knock ya down No weight support so taken down The juk-jock, We ain't got shit, now had enough Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Disorder!!! (x8) |
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| 6. |
| 4:25 |
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Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with they life So watch another man try to hold on to his life Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of And if they live, it's just another body murdered.... .....another body murdered.... I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if they think I'm blasted then they gone I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ? Had to witness my murder now they knowin' What they blast so blast so at the pad I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash.... If I went to say ---- that'd be my ass Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill.... .....another body murdered..... Bang your head to this....Turn me up!....another body murdered ...Faith No More.... I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh... Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E... I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered Bang your head...come on...Bang your head.... ....Bang your head.......Bang you head to this.... I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool I testify that the fool will have to lose Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz..ooooh... As I bail with my head up Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up All these busters on my trail Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in But it ain't all about servin' time... It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine.... Another pass or passive You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin' All these fools goin' up they sigh They try to test mine They never get to know why Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that ass..... Bang your head to this... Turn me up.....I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered..ehh Faith No More......I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.....Murder well I won... |
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| 7. |
| 3:52 |
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Sugar come back, Get me high
Sugar come back, Get me high Look who's back on the program Hookin' up another fly joint When I flow on the slow jam. When I shift I kick to go Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff Take a wiff Can you smell that in the air? When the smoke come out the building from every where Shit I still get down So just sit down When my thoughts stops crawling Time to sit down With yet I go wrong You got to hit my bong Later on then I'll be getting high all alone You got a friend named Mary Jane And she make me feel strange Now I've got to call out her name I love you Mary Jane Sugar come back, Get me high I love you Mary Jane Sugar come back, Get me high Can I call Marijuana If you wanna party While shit I'm gonna as soon as she comes out Round to my neighborhood Damn and she always smells good Let me make this understood Are you experienced Have you ever been experienced Not for the life, make you delirious Why is the room spinnin' I can't stop now I must have been drinking 'Cause this ain't pot That's doing me like this I feel ill now I'm calling out to Mary Cause I just can't deal I love you Mary Jane Sugar come back, Get me high I love you Mary Jane Sugar come back, Get me high |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Hey, I gotta start it
MCs be carted, off ya soft Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn ya what in blazes hey this, is phat weigh this I'll portray this photographs, so the last laugh is mine, you're behind for the mind, and for the soul that's how I roll now I hold the mic, with my life depended on it I'm doin' ya bond it my non gets warts it and I'm apart from wackness I'm separated did you like how I spiked the ball despite ya all you could come bite a small portion there's more in the vault halt, have a malt I alta your brain patterens yet it's my fault I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede damn he the speech with two teach? "Just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be, the truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know? Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the mothephfuckin' truth my man." I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you phucking imitations and I'm not descriminating myself, when I'm making my wealth pure facts it's hard for me to endure wack MCs I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del is truth appelin' through your arteries you scar your knees bowing, praising, now when I phase in like Kitty Pride city wide confer to kick the rumor him admit he lies the truth will set you free when I upset MCs execute MCs I do my best to mute MCs all it takes is intelligence I'm great with embellishments they need a savior so Del is sent... "Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puudin', wouldn't you like to know?, Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin', and that's the truth, the motherphucking truth my man, the truth, the motherphucking truth, I'll punch you in your tooth, ass drop the roof, bitch..." You know my attributes so don't act cute it's moot a closed casket the most massive fluff, just me no simile never flow simpily cause it was meant to be never concluded sever your crew with microlazer surgery, I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man now all of you stand like a congregation on the basement titric hip-hop not carin' sharin' tearin' Jones here in clones wearin' bones skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin and tell a friend who's developin' cause Del's intelligent... "Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical technique, will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique, will make ya body seek, the beaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin' brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin' |
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| 9. |
| 4:26 |
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Yeeeahh! Hahahaha!
Fatal in the building Yeeeahh! Come and die! Aaaarh! Hahahaha! Come and die with me! Yaaargh! Daaarrg! Come and die! Daaarrg! Die! (die) Come and die with me! Feel the helter skelter Baby come on get help You'd better run and [maybe ask] some shelter Coz' I ain't with the bullshit Push it in, pull it back Then I hit you with a full clip Then watch you bleed You killed my seed And I will want to push you on your knees So look into my eyes It's time to die! Yaaarg! Come and die! Come and die! Come and die! Come and die with me! Aaarrgg! Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die) Come and die with me! Come on! (die) Come on! (die) Aaargh! (die) (die) (die) (die) Aaargh! You can't run You can't hide I'm gonna kill you! (Woehahaha!) You can't run I'm gonna get you You can't hide I'm gonna find you You can't run I'm gonna kill you You can't hide I'm gonna kill you! Heads on the floor I'm going insane When they catch this motherfucker I'm a true fucking brains Picking up a past time, wait This is a crazy to make for my kid and my wife Everything amounts to suicide singing in petrified hope but you can't [running] high Bitch, there ain't no need to cry Time's up It's time to die! Aaargh! Come and die! (die) Come on! Come and die! (die) Aahahahaha! Come and die! (die) Come and die with me! Die! Come and die! Die! Come and die! (die) ... Come and die! (die) Come and die with me! Wahahaha! Wahaha! [...] no more, vicious motherfucker Now it's time to die (-Therapy? guitar bit-) (ha!) (die) (haa!) (die) die die DIEEEE! (aargh!) Come and die (die!) Come and die (die!) Come and die (come on!) Come and die with me! (aargh!) Come on! Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die, die) Come and die with me! Yuuaaaargh! Fuck! Come and die! Die, motherfucker! Bring it on! Come on die! Dieeeeaaah! (die) Die! DIE! Come on! Bring it on! I want you to die! Die, motherfucker, die, hahaha! Die! DIEEEEEEeeee! (bang |
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| 3:31 |
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It's time, I came to get mine.
Runnin' through the hoods with a hand on the nine. Why do the pigs come? Bring your ass on, cross the line so I can get the blast on. Oh shit, I'm empty, but I got a shank on the side so don't even tempt me. Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real, With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel. Don't come my way, 'cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK... Then POW!, whatcha' gonna do now? Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl. Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in. I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't nothin' like the real thing. It ain't nothin' like the real thing. It ain't nothin' like the real. Ain't nothin' but the real thing. Ain't nothin' but the Hill. Ain't nothin' but the real thing. Ain't nothin' but the real. Ain't nothin' but the real thing. Ain't nothin' but the Hill. Keep me a tazer up in the blazer, And the black nine by the waistline. Never know when someone'll test ya'. Let you know I got mine by my body, yes y'all. I'm the victim that became the attacker. Have my little friend waitin' for the carjacker That'll do anything for the looper. When I leave the Hill I strack when I swoop. Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang. When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang. I got the funk when I got ta' do the ill thing. 'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing. Ain't nothin' like the real thing.[2x] Ain't nothin but the real. Ain't nothin' but the real thing.[2x] Ain't nothin' but the Hill. |
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