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Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile
We blur into images of state coercion Classified machines die misunderstood City reflections pour out misery We don't count cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes Unified collapse of everything inside We understand but can't accept You are not dead cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Our lives drift into A faceless sense of void Everything of meaning becomes destroyed There's too much concrete for us to breathe We are kept down cos we hate Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Believe it Love's sweet exile |
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Verse One
Well I′m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side you see my gat, see I′m all of that Sendin off buck shots for I′m gonna wetcha Running hard, but I′m still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride I′m not a bad guy, but I′m the funky feel one Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa You′re stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son, yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I′m coming to blast ya With my Chorus Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn′t jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... Verse Two Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program Ain′t takin shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace soooo How they want to pass sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga′s pissed Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point Your fuckin car to get pulled, now I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I′m handin out beatdowns I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I′m handin out beatdowns [get your face down!] Put me in chains, try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains When I see ya punk ass, I′m gonna getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! Chorus Verse Three Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with, Cuz I′m the chill one, known to get ill one They stepped to the Hill ″What′s up?″, I had to kill one Now I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind Cause I ain′t goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I′ma Chorus |
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Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen Your real daddy was dyin' Sorry you didn't see him But I'm glad we talked Oh, I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, oh Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room She said I'm ready for you I can't remember anything to this very day 'Cept the look, the look Oh, you know where Now, I can't see, I just stare I, I'm still alive Hey, I, but, I'm still alive Hey, I, boy, I'm still alive Hey, I, I, I'm still alive, yeah Oo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Is something wrong? she said Well, of course, there is You're still alive, she said Oh, and do I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? who answers? I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive Hey, I, but, I'm still alive Yeah, I, oh, I'm still alive Yeah, I'm still alive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory
They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies They tell you what to think and how to face the world around you You never question what you know inside is lax and untrue But take a look around We're not running anymore We're in the positive But we're ready for the war... For the war Fight the Youth The Youth with poisoned minds Ignite the truth Restore sight to these blind Fight the youth The youth with poisoned minds And if they suffer it's no fault but their own And every time I see the hatred that engulfs these children It makes me wonder if the quest for peace will someday subside I'm not afraid to wage the hopeless battles I must fight For I could never lose, I know my cause shines in the light Take a look around We're not hiding anymore Your weapon's cowardice And we won't take it anymore... Anymore Fight the Youth The Youth with poisoned minds Ignite the truth Restore sight to these blind Fight the youth The youth with poisoned minds And if they suffer it's no fault but their own And all the feelings of a generation fed with anger Make all the choices for a future where all nightmares come true I choose to fight for youth, to fight for truth, to fight for justice I choose to heal the wounds of sacrifice made by the children |
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Nighttrain
Ridenhour - Robertz - Gary G-Wiz - The JBL - Depper Land of the free But the skin I'm in identifies me So the people around me Energize me Callin' all aboard this train ride Talkin' 'bout raw hardcore Leavin' frauds on the outside But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train And the reason For that is 'cause we look the same Lookin' all around at my so called friend Light skin to the brown The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once stole from me Yeah I wanna cut it off The black thing is a ride I call the nighttrain It rides the good and the bad We call the monkey trained Trained to attack the black it's true 'Cause some of them look just like you Stayin' on the scene Sittin' on the train See all the faces Look about the same There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo 'Cause he deal The keys from Key Largo Runnin' Nat narcotic By George he got it Takin' makin' the G erotic And the fiends they scheme So he can put 'em down But his method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man Known to murder his own Traitor on the phone Ridin' the train Self-hater trained To sell pain The master's toy Little boy Hard to avoid he look wit' it but he null 'n' void 'Cause he ridin' the train you think he down for the cause 'Cause his face looks just like yours More of the same insane who sayin' Like flowin' like nighttrain Runnin' the pain of the black reign You look, you laugh You doubt and go out And I'm gone But the bass goes on To talk the talk, but walk the walk The king of New York Crack a lack attack the black To crack the back Once again I test a friend wit' sincerity Or consider him an enemy Who am I to tell a lie Rather push da bush Hope da cracker get crushed I'm rollin' wit' rush Leader of the bum rush Russian I ain't Spreadin' like paint Lookin' at the put I got And its kickin' But it ain't chicken But it's livin' for a city So sick 'n' tired Of a scene buckwild, piled in a file Senile or chile They said it never been no worser Than this, I'm on the nighttrain They hope ya don't miss it Give ya what dey gotta give you just go You musn't just put your Trust in every brother yo Some don't give a damn 'Cause they the other man Worse than a bomb Posin' as Uncle Toms Disgracin' the race Blowin' up The whole crew Wit' some of them lookin' Just like you |
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And the President said to Kit Carson: "Take my best four horsemen please And ride out to the four directions, Make my great lands barren for me" Kit Carson said to the President "You've made your offer sweet I'll accept this task you've set for me My fall's not yet complete" Kit Carson knew he had a job to do Like other jobs he had before He'd made the grade He learned to trade in famine, pestilence, and war Kit Carson was a hero to some With his poison and his flame But somewhere there's a restless ghost That used to bear his name |
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well i woke up this morning
grey dawn with a prayer on my breath you see i lost something precious and god'll save me from losing myself i said i think i know what's wrong i think i know what's wrong now i met the queen and i understand why why she closed the door i'm not making excuses but you know i've been there a few times you know i was i was knocking on the door i said i think i know what's wrong i think i know what's wrong wrong wrong see there's a man he lived in a house had a family of five well he blew up the windows and the doors he said “i just couldn't i just couldn't survive” yeah well we've all been removed in one way or another we don't know our families we don't need our brothers we're pushing the needle too far pushing the needle too far well if you wake up in the morning grey dawn there's a prayer on your breath see maybe you've lost something precious god'll save you from losing yourself you say i think i know what's wrong let me hear you i think i know what's wrong there's the queen who closed the door the family that lies the people who turn the cat that has died a boy that od's a girl with a gun the world on its knees and a band on the run you know you'd help me more (the queen who closed the door) by not giving in (the family that lies) you know you'd help me more (people who turn) by not giving in (and the cat that has died) you know you'd help me more (a boy that od's) by not giving in (and a girl with a gun) i said you'd help me more (the world on it's knees) now don't you give in (and a band on the run) ah now you'd help me more by not giving i said don't you dare (not giving in no) don't you dare (not giving in no) don't you dare (she said) you'd help me more (she said she wouldn't give in) by not giving in i said you'd help me more by not giving in i said i i think i know what's wrong i think i know what's wrong we're pushing the needle too far |
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One of these days
I'm waiting on a day When nobody comes to trample my meadow Biding my time There's gonna be a time Might take a while But changes are coming And it wont be long When everything you said Won't sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head And when I wake up I wont see you on the bathroom floor In the tangle of clothes we left lying there It wont be long One of these nights With company I find I wont be inclined to leave before sunrise When my eyes, my mouth, my hands, my head Don't tell me that nobody else will do And it wont be long When everything you said Won't sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head And when I wake up I wont see you on the bedroom floor In the tangle of rope we left lying there It wont be long It wont be long 'Till it's all gone And it wont be long When everything you said Won't sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head And when I wake up I wont see you by the bedroom door In the wallpaper stained by the cup that I threw at your head It wont be long |
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