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| 2. |
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At first I see an open wound,
infected and disastrous. It breathes chaotic catastrophe, it cries to be renewed. Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab. To the touch, its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathe. Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la vie." It is a circle, there is a plan... dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Look closely at the open wound... see past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage. they dry to form a scab. they dry to form a scab. they dry to form a scab. Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? until the 20th century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. since the inital publication of the charged electromagnetic spectrum, humans learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear...is less than one millionth of reality. Fallacious cognitions, spewed from televisions, do mold our decisions. So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now. Its all been seen... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? skin? |
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| 3. |
| 0:55 |
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| 4. |
| 3:48 |
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found out you're really something
they talk about you then turn your confidence against you now into nothing grinning from the daze petrifed and blazed feels good to know they care special friends simply two faced you couldn't let go your talking got you here tearing up everyone respect you know they say I'm jaded 'cause they know its true with all those silly people on the wonder wheel glisten from the daze purified and crazed feels good to hear them share hateful friends simply two-faced dont waste your fuckin' time let live let go |
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| 5. |
| 4:31 |
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i wish i was infinite
and given my way i'd be so fuckin' cool when i'm feeling the rush i look at you through different eyes i never knew my thoughts televise what you think i'm the twin inside you *it's hard to believe what you say unaccepting what you've tried to show us and nothing can fix what's incomplete can't get to us never get to us refreshing the memories of times we've known constantly stumbling over reason where do these words go now so true covering no one else but you stepping up to freak the day devour every modern day * Repeat fell awake in my dizziness i'm blinding i wish i was obedient aren't i something i'll never be rational i'm finding my way to everyone in this velvet sky of mine boredom does nothing for me so why does it follow walking with the deadbeats down the street i want everything i'll be your idol, be your maker your everything your dirty dream designer, be your everything |
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| 6. |
| 4:07 |
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how does it feel to treat me like you do?
when you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words tell me, how do I feel tell me now, how do I feel (heavy) how does it feel,how should i feel? tell me how does it feel? to treat me like you do those who came before me lived through their vocations from the past until completion they'll turn away no more and I still find it so hard to say what I need to say but I'm quite sure that you'll tell me just how I should feel today (beats.. then begins again) I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey but if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person today and I thought I was mistaken and I thought I heard you speak tell me how do I feel tell me now, how should I feel now I stand here waiting... I thought I told you to leave me while I walked down to the beach tell me how does it feel when your heart grows cold |
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| 7. |
| 0:52 |
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| 8. |
| 4:32 |
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Hey! Are you ready...then get up!!
Let me hear some noise! I see all you motherfuckers bum-rushing the floor tonight. Y'all ready to make this motherfucking place go crazy? Get up! Get up! Woohah! Oh...just a minute. I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say. Pop, mish, mosh, up in the brain I'm on my cycle. Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones. Pass these microphones. I don't exaggerate. Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate. Hey you people, just the tudes, attitudes. Lose the attitude, I won't be fuckin' mad at you. But if you're bitin' don't be fightin' kid. I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin'. That open wound style needs some healin'. Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know. Behind the spotlight got the phattest fuckin' live show. You feel the tension. Eyeballs in your socket. Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it. You like the ways that we're livin', you need them. Your demo tape I inspected, then ejected. Who survives at the end of the day? With too much airplay, huh? I'm gonna keep it all underground. Kansas City...join me!! What do you know about this, punk? Who's hot? Who's not? Who?! Who?! Who's hot? Who's not? Oh...just a minute. I see your mouth moving, but I don't hear a word that you say. Do you feel me baby? Pop hand grenades, best describe the impaction. Can't get no satisfaction, take it back. That was you doin' back in '82. No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter. Helter Skelter, the J while bet ya, the beetle upset ya. But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda. The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't ya. Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected. Check your road block. Oh, like water, keep on rollin', Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shinin' on you. I need your help Kansas City. Get the fuck up!! What do you know about this, punk? Who's hot? Who's not? Who?! Who?! Who's hot? Who's not? Woohah! Cambodia! |
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| 9. |
| 2:29 |
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Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body
I know not everybody has gotta body like me but I gotta think twice before I give my heart away and I know all the games you play because I play them too oh, but I need some time off from that emotion time to pick my heart up off the floor when that love comes down without devotion well it takes a strong man baby but I'm showin' you that door cuz I gotta have faith gotta have faith (x3) baby, I know you're askin' me to stay say please, please, please don't go away cuz you're givin' me the blues baby, you mean every word you say can't help but think of yesterday and another who tied me down to lover boy blues before this river becomes an ocean before you pick my heart up off the floor when our love comes down without devotion well it takes a strong man baby but I'm showing you that door I gotta have faith Gotta have faith (x3) get the fuck up! I gotta have faith faith (x2) Am I a freak in the darkness Who am I a misfit You speak with opinions To seek in so deep But it's alright Well your just an allusion Confused by your narrow mind Reality is up ahead in the distance But that lack of persistence has left you behind Now you're reaching for your sanity Cause you're afraid of me, so don't fuck with me You wanna ask me a question, well I got a question How much longer can I tolerate this shit Ego's trip when you're livin' on the flip side, drop out of a uterus, and god damn I see ya pointin' your finga You stereotype me, cause you don't like me Well you don't even know me, punk You don't know me |
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| 10. |
| 2:44 |
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How many of you people remember the House Of Pain?
I wanna bring out, my man Poe, from Style Elevish. And my man Easy Rock, from the Rock Steady Crew. You like break-dancing baby? Are you ready? Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin. I came to win, battle me, that's a sin. I won't ever slack up, punks you better back up. Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up. Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up, And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling. Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo. Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home. Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk, And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop. Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops. Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around. C'mon, jump around. Jump around, get up! Jump around, c'mon! Jump up, jump up, and get down! Jump (repeated 16 times)! I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe, If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho) Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs. Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms. Just like the Radical Son I've returned. If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned. Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none. And if you wanna battle then bring a... (shotgun) Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death. Try to step to me, you take your last breath. I got the skill, man I got your fill. Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill. Came to get down, I came to get down, So get your ass up and jump around. C'mon. Jump around! Jump around everybody! Jump around, it's your last chance! Jump up, jump up to get down! Jump (repeated 16 times)! Everybody jump! We'll see ya next year baby! |
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| 0:38 |
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| 12. |
| 2:46 |
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*So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy This ain't no fuckin picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check * Repeat Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check * Repeat Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin em Will I bus or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check * Repeat Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under |
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| 3:35 |
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| 16. |
| 4:30 |
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Du...
Du hast... Du hast mich... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... ...... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du hast mich... Du hast mich gefragt... Du hast mich gefragt... Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nicht gesagt! Willst du bis der tod euch scheide. Treu ihr sein fur alle tage. NEIN! NEIN! Willst du bis der tod euch scheide. Treu ihr sein fur alle tage. NEIN! NEIN! Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du... Du hast... Du hast mich... Du hast mich... Du hast mich gefragt... Du hast mich gefragt... Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nicht gesagt! Willst du bis der tod euch scheide. Treu ihr sein fur alle tage. NEIN! NEIN! Willst du bis zum tod der scheide. Sie lieben auch in schlechten tagen. NEIN! NEIN! Willst du bis der tod euch schei....... NEIN! |
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| 1:10 |
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| 18. |
| 7:10 |
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| 19. |
| 4:10 |
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Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen. Everytime I start to believe, Something's raped and taken from me... from me. Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light) Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I) Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light) I try to every night, all in vain... in vain. Sometimes I cannot take this place. Sometimes it's my life I can't taste. Sometimes I cannot feel my face. You'll never see me fall from grace Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be. A cheap fuck for me to lay Something takes a part of me. Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light) Feeling like I have no release. (So do I) How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light) Nothing in my life is free... is free Sometimes I cannot take this place. Sometimes it's my life I can't taste. Sometimes I cannot feel my face. You'll never see me fall from grace Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be. A cheap fuck for me to lay Something takes a part of me. Boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema GO! So...fight! something on the... Fight...some things they fight So...something on the... Fight...some things they fight Fight...something of the No...some things they fight Fight...something of the... Fight...some things they fight Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be. A cheap fuck for me to lay Something takes a part of me. Part of me... Part of me... Part of me... Oh... |
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| 5:06 |
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Pain!
Buried so far away Enter my life of nothing Sick of the same ol' thing, So I dig a hole, bury pain! Sick of the same ol' thing, So I dig a hole, bury pain! I am so high, always Burying my life so slowly Chorus It opens my mind to feelings Can't face bottom without something Chorus It opens my mind to feelings Can't face bottom without something Chorus We enter in my head Feeling like I'm God With the world around me Can't you feel this pain?! Reaming through my heart! Screaming through my veins! Nothing I can kill! Screaming a lie! I! Am! Can't you feel my eyes out Can't you take my heart. . . away To heart Good-bye Chorus |
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| 4:23 |
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Hate something, sometime, someway,
something kicked on the floor for me. Something, inside. I'll never ever follow. So give... me... some... thing... that... is... for... real. I'll never ever follow. Get your boogie on. (x2) Hate something, somewhere, each day, dealing without forgiveness. Why? This shit inside. Now everyone will follow. So give... me... noth... ing... just... feel. And now this shit will follow. God begs me, the more I see the light he wants to see. God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say... God begs me -- he'll never see the life, he wants to see. God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say... Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something took from me. I don't feel your deathly ways. Each day I feel so hollow, inside I was beating me. You will never see, so come dance with me. Dance with me (x6) ME! God begs me, but now I see the light, he wants to see. God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say... God begs me, the more I see the life, he wants to see. God told me, I've already got the life... Got the life. (x8) Got... the... life. |
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