self-indulgent rhetoric or quasi philosophical meandering....? (original) (raw)
November 27th, 2004
10:22 pm - The All-American Rejects - The Last Song
This may be the last thing that I write for long
Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you and only you
As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye
As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye
My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now
You wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it back
Now I'll take the lead, when there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive, is this what you want
Is this what you need, how you end up let me know.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope, that you will miss me when
I'm gone
This is the last song
The hearts start breaking as the year is gone
The dream's beginning and the time rolls on
It seems so surreal, now I sing it.
Somehow I knew that it would be this way,
Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade.
Now i'm gone, just try and stop me now.
You wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it back
Now i'll take the lead, when there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive, is this what you want
Is this what you need, how you end up let me know.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope, that you will miss me when
I'm gone
This is the last song
And will you need me now, you'll find a way somehow
You want it too, I want it too.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope, that you will miss me when
I'm gone
This is the last song
[repeat 2x]
Current Mood: 
happy
Current Music: The All-American Rejects - The Last Song
September 15th, 2004
05:52 pm - Filter and Crystal Method - Trip Like I Do
I've got the understanding of a four year old
I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul
I've got the rationale of a New York cop
I've got the patience of a chopping block
I've got the accumen of a seasoned pro
I've got the legacy of a billion souls
I've got the world down my back, but I don't seem to care
I've got the comprehension of a world unaware
Can't you trip like I do?
Laid out on my back, I can't sleep 'cause I'm slumming
Eyes in my teeth, I can't see 'cause I'm eating
Head full of noise, I can't think 'cause it's crushing
Back on my feet, like a freight train I'm cumming
Current Mood: 
calm
Current Music: Filter and Crystal Method - Trip Like I Do
May 8th, 2004
12:08 am - Nine Inch Nails - Burn
This world rejects me
This world threw me away
This world never gave me a chance
This world's gonna have to pay
I don't believe in your institutions
I did what you wanted me to
Like cancer in the system
I've got a little suprise for you
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Burn
I look down there where you're standing
Flock of sheep out on display
Saw your lives burned up around you
I can take it all away
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
I'm gonna burn this whole world down
I never was a part of you burn
I am the agent I never was a part of you burn
I am corruption I never was a part of you burn
I am the angel I never was a part of you burn
Of your destruction I never was a part of you burn
I am subversion I never was a part of you burn
Secret desire I never was a part of you burn
I am your future I never was a part of you burn
Swallow down all that fire
Current Mood: 
awake
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - Burn
March 28th, 2004
05:21 pm - Hot Hot Heat - Talk to Me, Dance With Me
You are my only girl, but you're not my owner girl.
Talk to me... dance with me here in the spotlight, girl.
Talk to me... dance with me here.
You're the spotlight girl.
So perfect you paint it... yet so manipulated.
So calm and so patient... yet oh so calculated.
So safe and comforting... this doesn't feel like flirting.
So fun I'm distracted... forgot you keep track of it.
Current Mood: 
determined
Current Music: Hot Hot Heat - Make Up the Breakdown - 08 - Talk to Me, Dance With Me
March 11th, 2004
02:34 pm - Atmosphere - Aspiring Sociopath
7:30 am, alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
Up and out the door by 9 o'clock
The sun is shining up and down the block
There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
That will take them to school and exploit their trust
He starts the car, sparks with one crank
It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
And even though he'd rather own a new import
It's dependable and more important it's all he can afford
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe
Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
With the lights out it's less dangerous
At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
Oh well whatever nevermind
Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic
Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
How he'd love to leave drive away never go back
Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
Alone is when he finally feels like a person
Light another Nat Sherman
Crack the window, feel the wind blow
Serenity tenfold
God bless whoever invented sunglasses
And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive thrus
Objects are closer than they appear
Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
He's a loner gotti, he's a rebel
He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
Thinking about how he can leave this city
Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flier
Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC
And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV
Either way tomorrow will be just like today
And that's all it takes to make the change
He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
And this town doesn't even know his real name
It goes bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order
If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed
Maybe then he could have grown to exist
(repeated till the song fades)
...
A circle is perfect
But the world isn't round
Virgo can prove it
Current Mood: 
giggly
Current Music: Atmosphere - Lucy Ford - 08 - Aspiring Sociopath
February 28th, 2004
01:11 am - Mystic - The Life
Come on, come on
Yeah
Feel good don't it?
[Verse 1]
This is for warm days and drift away
While the sun sets and the ghetto's play
Long nights on a hot summer's block
When you sip yo brew, and never touch yo glock
This is for eyes, that cry like yours and mine
To smile again, rise above the pain
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do
[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
The life, the life
It's the life, the life, the life, life
It's the life, the life, the life, yo life, yo life
It's the life, your life, my life
[Verse 2]
This is for soldier's who bust they guns (bust, bust)
In the name of freedom not the game of fun
True Queens, who raise they kids
Implement the knowledge, show em how to live
This is for those who stand in line and feed their babie's (I know)
While were runnin out of time
This is for the unjustice behind bars
Our lovers, our leader's, our people (our people)
[Chorus]
[Mystic Rhyming]
Don't let em miss, misguide you
They'll have you actin like the sun don't shine
And the sky ain't never blue
But you know and I know it's all about survival
This struggle of our people is like that unraveled
The poloticans they was never in control (never)
It's deeper then that a true battle for the soul
What they want is to bring us to our knees
So my people guard yo life by any means
[Verse 3]
This is for those who know we all gon die
Set up that way by infinite powers
Those who know the feel of chains
And the belly of the beast and of mental strain
This is for those who have they're own fallen angels
Tryna find a way on
This is for everybody (everybody)
And everybody is so life
[Chorus]
Yo, you gotta keep smilin
No matter what
Cause this is the life
What you gon do bout that, huh?
Yo, A-Plus, Hieroglyphics
Say ho, yeah you
Can I ask you a question?
Would you like to fuck?
Oh you don't want me to talk to you like that?
Would you like to make love?
Current Mood: 
thoughtful
Current Music: Mystic - Cuts For Luck and Scars For Freedom - 05 - The Life
February 12th, 2004
12:26 am - Jedi Mind Tricks - I Against I Feat Planet
[Virtuoso]
In my historical oracle
I blast metaphorical
editorials educating
in my territorial get torn
heavenly arm with seventy bombs
that'll blast devine like a heavenly song
Your men'll be gone
if they explore my people start
i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreaming a stalk
MCees in the dark I walk
Blindfolded the mines golded
Watch how you talk
My styles is an art
Recognize lycially purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist
with my third eye I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of the indian motorist
There's more of this than wasted
Shiny chains and braclets
I hit tracks my toungue weigh
for the brains to blaze in
Amazin angelic, tell it to your people
[chorus 2X]
Illedelph is like the sun cuz we shine with rhymes
Underground is like the moon you only see us at times
At times with light skies when the stars recline
Jedi Mind, outer space, coincide to combine
[Planet]
Raw poems, buried your body in catacombs
rip your soul from your limbs
like brims from Jip Jones
In the Twilight Zone we disperse cowards
Vampires that stalk earth on reverse hours
Nite cause we talk a different song
My latitude is God darts out my jaw
leave eternal scars
You left breathing out of tubes
Straws by the marksman, harnessin
Science for the marvelous and the charlatan
Raps will make your parallax
My domain has power to block synapses I daze
War shots fight of by the army type warlock
Devil's Plan is to have you drip in the Clorox
Beast deceiving us ways devious possessing
My peeps who walk streets with stolen heat like Prometheus
Elements rushin you back to hell again
Illadelphians crush your skeleton into fuckin gelatin
Chorus
[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Dont ever come to me with war
I'm seven scores of orators
rap is formed longer on fours like minotaurs
with Jedi Mind and the planetary we bombin this
we stand one step above you like a pharmacists
with all in this detonate the bomb
Heads dread hallucinogenics in Vietnam
I spit a song create bombs like an Iraqi
Swear on the bible and the lines of Ecclesiastes
[Planet]
Assault and battery
[Ikon the Verbal Halogen]
Battle me that on even split you
Store enormous amounts of energy in a crystal
we boa constrict you
The gods of militant
You faggots couldn't go the length
like you was impotent, you ignorant
Your whole click is split in half
You step in allah's path, and face Allah's wrath, WHAT
chorus 2X
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Jedi Mind Tricks - Violent By Design - 08 - I Against I Feat Planet
January 26th, 2004
09:43 pm - P.O.D. - Will You
See you sittin' next to the window in the bedroom
She breaks down - breaks down
Crying over something and starin' into nothin'
Afraid now - hate now
Wanting, needing, haunting, it's killing me
Faking what has happened to live the life like that man
I'll break down - It's fake now
Will you, will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Fade in and out of reason to fight the way she's feelin'
She breaks down - breaks down
Going through the motions and holding onto hopes
and her dreams now - somehow
Shaken, mistaken, forsaken, it's killing me.
Wishing you could change, but he's always been this way
If you leave now - I'll drown
Will you, will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Will you, will you be here tomorrow?
So Will You, you remember yesterday?
Yesterday! Yesterday!
Yesterday! Yesterday!
This time, I'm sorry
This time, I'm sorry
This time, this time, I'm sorry for this time
This time, this time, I'm sorry
This time I'm sorry!
Will you, Will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Will you, Will you be here tomorrow?
So Will You, you remember yesterday?
Will you? [x6]
So Will You?
Will you? [x6]
Current Mood: 
contemplative
Current Music: P.O.D. - Payable On Death - 02 - Will You
December 12th, 2003
05:13 pm - Musiq Soul Child - Love
[Verse 1]
Love
So many things I've got to tell you
But I'm afraid I don't know how
Cause there's a possibility
You'll look at me differently
Love
Ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life
Things were destined to change cause
[Chorus]
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those who faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first
[Verse 2]
Many days I've longed for you
Wanting you
Hoping for the chance to get to know you
Longing for your kiss
For your kiss, for your touch, for your essence (your beautiful essence)
Many nights I've cried from the things you do
Felt like I could die from the thought of losing you
I know that you're real
With no doubt or no fears
Or no questions
[Hook]
At first you didn't mean that much to me
But now I know that you're all I need
The world looks so brand new to me
Now that I found love
Everyday I live for you
And everything that I do I do it for you
What I say is how I feel so believe it's true
You got to know I'm true, love
[Chorus]
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those who faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Musiq Soul Child - Aijuswanaseing - 07 - Love
August 20th, 2003
03:10 am - Atmosphere - Free Or Dead
So here I am, trying to be the man, right
Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flash light
In the afterlife I hope the AC works
So while I wait well I'ma pass out and taste this curb
And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves
There in that black skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt
I cracked a smirk cuz I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God cuz I keep comin across all these fine women
with low self esteem, you know what I mean?
I got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom eyes
I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice
I've got to make a decision of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run cuz either way it's one hell of a choice
[Chorus]
my car is like my own personal universe
she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it cuz I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake
shift existance light my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash into my fate
now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn thing
it'll take me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I can't seem to make up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fate
doing hunny(hundred) in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper
Wisconsin-style, over the limit by forty miles
why'd she smile?, cuz I ain't been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, have a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes
back to my travels, running from my shadows
some hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn harrasin the cattle
airbags/hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heat
diggin through of gruel?, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a Hardee's at the next stop
don't wanna, but I need ta'
cuz I'm craving something to chase the taste of this tequila
(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce... I wanna honey bun. change that shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can you
supersize that? yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
time you get off work?)
90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't ever let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines into the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch
I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, just for fun
I speed in the sun, everyone in speakin in tounges
find the talk radio station, yo, turn it up so it bumps
don't cry, girl, I'm out and I'm a make my way east
cuz everyone in my world is takin my peace
I need release, and I don't think I'm a find it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get some eggs
so when she starts makin the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must have happened last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the money I've spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
just like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
voice?, not even aware that the world is my oyster
[Chorus - 2X]
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Atmosphere - Lucy Ford - 09 - Free Or Dead
August 18th, 2003
04:50 am - Carly Simon - You're So Vain
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain (so vain)
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?
Current Mood: 
amused
Current Music: Carly Simon - You're So Vain
August 17th, 2003
10:56 pm - Notorious BIG - Juicy
Intro:
(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Verse Three:
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
Current Mood: 
bouncy
Current Music: Notorious BIG - Ready To Die - 10 - Juicy
August 13th, 2003
03:49 pm - Atmosphere - Don't Ever Fucking Question That
Don't ever fucking question that (6x)
[Slug]
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore
and recognize the cause of what's done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest
for every tear you shed regardless of why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth
of the ocean I swam till I ran out of breath.
I love you, don't ever fucking question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say,
I wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs.
[Slug]
I love you, I love you (faded)
never, don't ever fucking question that,
don't ever fucking question that.
riding the public transit,
I study the blank stares to answer my questions
of how and why I got so many grey hairs.
I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord,
and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord.
single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time
but when I faced her- I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine,
I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me
to submission and I still walk with my religion.
I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer.
I hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin,
gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within,
for every eclipse that stares at me
from the other side of a paper cup of espresso-
I light a match beneath a kettle,
and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program
to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip.
I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where,
big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city,
this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
we all know how people like to get down.
here we go, aquarius, pisces,
feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul.
bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain.
the magic from up above what it does for the brain,
make the love, paint the picture,
write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture,
write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean.
make the love, paint the picture
and write that song till the break of dawn.
[Slug]
I love you- don't ever fucking question that,
that's why we'll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say,
I wouldn't have to write these motherfucking songs.(2X)
I love you (make the love, paint the picture,
and write that song [in faded background]).
I love you.. I love you..
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Atmosphere - Lucy Ford - 05 - Don't Ever Fucking Question That
August 8th, 2003
02:34 am - Third Eye Blind - Jumper
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand.
I would understand,
The angry boy, a bit too insane,
Icing over a secret pain,
You know you don't belong,
You're the first to fight, You're way too loud,
You're The flash of light, On a burial shroud,
I know something's wrong,
Well everyone I know has got a reason, To say, put the past away,
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, That you've been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand,
I would understand.
Well he's on the table, And he's gone to code,
And I do not think anyone knows,
What they are doing here,
And your friends have left, You've been dismissed,
I never thought it would come to this, And I, I want you to know,
Everyone's got to face down the demons,
Maybe today, We can put the past away,
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand,
I would understand,
I would understand...
Can you put the past away, I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
I would understand...
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Third Eye Blind - Third Eye Blind - 04 - Jumper
March 6th, 2003
12:08 am - Murs - Track 6
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Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Murs - Murs Rules The World - 06 - Track 6
February 18th, 2003
07:21 pm - Killah Priest - If I Die Feat Sauldin
*rain and thunder*
[Chorus x2: Sauldin]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I, I pray the Lord that my soul he keeps
If I should die, before I awake
I, I pray the Lord that my soul he takes
[Killah Priest]
If I die, may the sky turn forever grey
Neglect the moon of a light, turn the sun beige
May the Lord open up every grave
Every prophet that was slayed
May they roam the earth for thousands days
Give 'em a body of a slave
May the Lord strike this earth with pestilence and plagues
If I ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage
Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge
Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage
And my flesh return to wet clay
From which I was made, my bones rot and decay
If I rest eternal, may the Lords send great inferno
Till this day I write my journal
Journal, urban journal
(Lord)
[Chorus]
[Killah Priest]
Dear heavenly Father
The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two revolvers
Cuz down on earth I had mad drama
Protect my body from the tabernacle of robbers
I pray that an angel take my body
Before the doctors have a chance to do an autopsy
Buryin me near Bob Marley, or even Haley Salassie
Surround me by his Israeli posse
What I know shocks me, the seven heads of Juliani
Six-six-six, illuminati, and Lord makes shorty mummify me
I put every word in my diary
So in time, every eye can see
Send death to the world, that's haunted
Kill 'em with torment, let the beast rise, that lies dorment
No more life insurance or police warrants, for me
[Chorus x1.5]
[Killah Priest]
When I was born, gynecologists surrounded my womb
Now I'm born, archeologists surroundin my tomb
They suit me up in perfume, in that small church room
Don't cry, I be back to earth soon
Felt the fever of thieves in my blood
Born to live after the sunset of the world
If we die of another man's ignorance
Remember Lord, they ain't innocent
Before they acted nigger-ish, tasted hell bitterness
Swallow my tongue, like a liquorice
Though, runnin through his naked wilderness
Mad as a jackal, with the dry mouth
That prowls the grave at the time of drought
Bury me near King David
Somewhere in the oasis
Fill my body with Godly fragrance
May I sleep with the ancient
Feed my flesh to the ravens
Wish death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke and such
If I'm murdered like Abrah'
May I fall in the arms of an angel
Fuck a close friend, they can change too
Return to the earth as Gairule, hostin my own funeral
Lookin unusual, may the earth choke and spit up my coffin
Use my body as an offering, God bless my offsprings
(Show him the way)
If I die tonight
(Show him the way)
[Chorus x3]
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Killah Priest - A View From Masada - 15 - If I Die Feat Sauldin
December 8th, 2002
05:16 am - Nas - Shoot Em Up
[Nas]
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin every motherfucker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas he was with
2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tryed to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowin how we get down.. It goes......
Chorus (3X)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
(whispering)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
[Nas]
Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringin the bell, where in the hell
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that?
Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, it's my man
And we have the same plan
There them bitches go
Civic '94, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes
Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Can't find my man, heard a blam blam
Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Comin down the stairs
Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we can skip town"
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain
Took his shit, emptied out close range...
Chorus (4X)
(3rd time there is no whispering of:
"kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)
Current Mood: 
complacent
Current Music: Nas - Nastradamus - 07 - Shoot Em Up
November 2nd, 2002
04:24 pm - Roots Manuva - Dreamy Days
(Chorus)
Dah dah dah dah dah
Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
There's gonna be fun and lots of laughter
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
I'm just a long foot barely talk
I might take of my shoes might take of my socks
Take a little peep under that frock tonight
But there be no body pop pop tonight
You know my style I keep it on a holy outa body mind blown
We in some zone
So how deep can we sow those seeds
and procede to buck the limit?
Spinnin' in a whirlpool, ecential peek
Messin' around with all those chemical rushes
When natural highs come a whole lot cheeper
Sweet to Geha got me singin' baby baby babe
I got the sudden urge to miss behave
I want to take you away from all the stresses
Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses
You don't believe me, you think I'm cheesy
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
But at the same time situations are complex
Cause you got perticulars, I got perticulars
Old circles are sick of us
Cause we're walkin' down a prim-rose row
To everything and nothing
So can you picture past the honeymoon
where you beat me with a wooden spoon
And you got me sleepin' on the couch
Now I'm thinkin' who's house is this?
This is my money, this is my pain, these are my drugs
This is my brain, and it's never gonna be the same
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
I'm a one man power house succeding within the scene
Son of the sir(e) livin' the love livin' the dream
Wiper snapers get jeolous it's true they don't know
'Bout my x amount of heart break years of low dough
We professional we dealin' with bussiness
Revolution creap up slap you on the nose bridge
Touces in the back room gettin' the dutch
And these women in my black book they all quite posh
Still I wash my own breif wash my own socks
Some cocks y'all the horny bastards gressy polls
Square peg in a round hole too much show now
Some say I'm arrogent some say I'm layed back
From a counciled fact payin' higher rate tax
Who's the daps, who's the geez, must be me, Manuva MC
With a second LP for all the girls I got the vitality
It's my
(Chorus: repeat 4X)
Current Mood: 
pleased
Current Music: Roots Manuva - Run Come Save Me - 17 - Dreamy Days
August 16th, 2002
11:59 pm - Dr Dre & DJ Quik Feat Mimi - Put It On Me
[Dr. Dre]
Y'all ready to get dirty?
Do y'all really wanna get X-rated?
Heh, bottoms up
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
[Dr. Dre]
We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It aint no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this direction
Swerve in the intersection, I'm done she restin
No question, done session
Home wreckin, Doc motherfuckin Dre no guessin
Nothin less than, I mess when I'm sexin
Bang on the block
Even Asian bitches like to bang cock
Draws drop, she bunny hops
On it like a pro, she comes out the clothes
[DJ Quik]
But, uh, she flips the dildos
Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes
Dre, you can spot it in the benzos
Squawtin real low, got me drivin real slow, she's a real ho
And even though her parents spent the fat chip
On that private school chip
She graduated, got some thug dick and flipped
No more checkered sweater, vest and plaid skirts
She's out here naked more or less and that hurts
But she's in good hands, cause Suga Free palmin
He sent her to the Sheraton with Thomas
If you need 'em they at 310-629-9755
You hit 'em and they let you know when she's arrived
Oh she okay she just runnin an errand
With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen
Bouncin through the mall, spottin 'em all
A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall
For a daughter like yours
Got him pattin his pocket and comin out his drawers
Layin his jacket on puddles, openin the doors
All for what?
Because I promised her my name gave her the game and still aint fucked
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh
[DJ Quik]
Now we just kickin back playin on some PS2
Contemplatin the game Dre and me best do
If you feelin froggies then leave when we test you
But I'm guaranteein you bitches leavin three less two
Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do
Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through
Dr. Dre and DJ Quik will probly outlast you
You're like see-trough pair of boxers nigga yo ass trough
[Dr. Dre]
Bitch, you need some good dick, I got that too
Speed bag the clit, leave it black and blue
Time of yo live, I got that boo
Creep late nights up in hotel rooms
We drank, eat shrooms
Kill something, crank the volume
Fuck in every room
You know your home girl want it, Tag team bitch
Why you being dick greedy? Tag team bitch
When she cums, she drips on mattresses
Bedroom time comes I handle shit
Wifey caught up me nigga
That's yo bitch, that's yo biz
That's show biz, that's how hoes is
With or without kids
Long as you keeping it on a hush she ridin dick
Aint been satisfied much, she's been fakin
That's why she callin me, guess what she's sayin
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh
Current Mood: 
energetic
Current Music: Training Day Sdtk - 04 - Dr Dre & DJ Quik Feat Mimi - Put It On Me
August 15th, 2002
11:34 pm - Foxy Brown - Fallin feat Young Gavin
[Young Gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy
[Foxy]
Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush
In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper
Got a money fetish
Wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
C. Dior, Chloe, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes
First class, flatt class, Paris
[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why they keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
[Foxy]
If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde
And today I'mma make this one promise to God
Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood
And I got chills when I signed my deal
And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time
And I stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty
Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically I'm the female Pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And, yeah I'm ballin', the streets keep callin'
Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling
[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
[Foxy Brown]
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 I was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, Touch Me...platinum
Ain't No...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill Nana...2.8
The Firm...another mil
Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like PS2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Prada loafers
Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range
Pretty and Red got a lot of ass off my name, man
Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling
(Don't hate us)
Current Mood: 
okay
Current Music: Foxy Brown - Broken Silence - 02 - Fallin feat Young Gavin
August 7th, 2002
10:31 pm - Third Eye Blind - Semi Charmed Life
I'm packed and I'm holding
I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden
She lives for me, says she lives for me
Ovation, her own motivation
She comes round and she goes down on me
And I make her smile, like a drug for you
Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you
Keep on smiling, what we go through
One stop to the rhythm that divides you
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
Come on like a freak show takes the stage
We give them the games we play, she said...
I want something else, to get me through this
Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby
I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye
The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal myth, will lift you up until you break
It won't stop, I won't come down
I keep stock with the tick-tock rhythm, I bump for the drop
And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given
Then I bumped again, then I bumped again
I said...
How do I get back there, to the place where I fell asleep inside you
How do I get myself back to the place where you said...
I want something else, to get me through this
Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby
I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right
And when the plane came in, she said she was crashing
The velvet it rips in the city, we tripped on the urge to feel alive
Now I'm struggling to survive, those days you were wearing that velvet dress
You're the priestess, I must confess
Those little red panties they pass the test
Slide up around the belly, face down on the mattress
One
And you hold me, and we're broken
Still it's all that I wanna do, just a little now
Feel myself, head made of the ground
I'm scared, I'm not coming down
No, no
And I won't run for my life
She's got her jaws now, locked down in a smile
But nothing is all right, all right
And I want something else, to get me through this life
Baby, I want something else
Not listening when you say...
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye
The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Someplace back there, in the place we used to start
I want something else
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: Third Eye Blind - Third Eye Blind - 03 - Semi Charmed Life
August 2nd, 2002
03:17 am - Eve - Gangsta Lovin Feat Alicia Keys
[Alicia:]
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
I wanna rock you
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
[Eve:]
Yo, need you to understand me Daddy
I ain't ya average baby girl
Doin' it dawg, I'm well established
I ain't tryin to lead ya on
Just wanna ask if ya might wanna
Gimme ya name, it's on your status
Ya know I see ya time to time
You seem available
Don't mean shit
I know these bitches wanna settle you
Gotta say you on my short list, a few
Them other dudes is OK
But I'm feelin' you
Want ya in the best way
So whatchu gone do about it
Why don't you just test me
You won't wanna do without it
No I'm comin' at you hard
Meetin' a thug
And I ain't givin' up
Till I get that gangsta love
[Alicia:]
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
I wanna rock you
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
[Eve:]
I know you see me this night that night
Always my shit tight
Hair done, outfit crazy
Skirts fit just right
Wife beater wit' a bangin' tan
Walk in demandin' all lines
Baby here I am
Ain't ashamed of my frame
And I know your watchin'
Puttin on a show for you Pop
And I ain't stoppin
Lotta action and ya horny
And you gonna too
Only thing to make it better tho
Is me wit' you
And I know your feelin' that
Regardless of your frontin'
And I heard through the streets
It was me you wantin'
Lemme find out you shy or somethin'
But I know your not
So stop the game and the proches
You really not
[Alicia:]
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
I wanna rock you
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
[Eve:]
OK, numbers exchanged
Now it's in play
Shouldn't a took you so long
In the first place
I'm just playin' cutie
Yeah you knew ya call
No it's cool
You ain't gotta see me in my flaws
I'm a big girl
But you'll find out
Stuck for me
While I drop top and ride out
Wheels spinnin'
Wanna know what shorty all about
But it's cool, Im doin'
And these words is comin' out my mouth
[Eve & Alicia:]
It's that gangsta lovin'
That just got me buggin'
It's that gangsta lovin'
That just got me buggin'
[Alicia:]
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
I wanna rock you
I just wanna rock you
All night long, ohh
I wanna rock you baby
I wanna hold you baby
Why won't you be my baby
I wanna be ya lady
I wanna rock you baby
I wanna hold you baby
Won't you be my baby
I wanna be ya lady, yeah yeah
[Eve & Alicia:]
Baby lemme rock wit' you (it's gangsta gangsta)
Ya know I wanna rock wit' you (gangsta gangsta)
Baby lemme rock wit' you (the E-V-E)
Ya know I wanna rock wit' you (A. Keys, gonna rock you)
Baby lemme rock wit' you
Ya know I wanna rock wit' you (it's gangsta gangsta)
Baby lemme rock wit' you (gangsta gangsta)
Ya know I wanna rock wit' you
(It's gangsta, gangsta love, ooh)
Ya know I wanna rock wit you
Baby lemme rock wit' you
Current Mood: 
content
Current Music: Eve - EVE-Olution - 01 - Gangsta Lovin Feat Alicia Keys
August 1st, 2002
03:01 am - Eve - Love Is Blind
Hey, yo I don’t even know you and I hate you
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you
She was in love and I’d ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?
I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn’t worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him
I thought you was a doctor be on call for him
Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn’t love, babygirl you was dreamin’
I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin’ from his semen
1 - Love is blind, and it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find
Repeat 1
I don’t even know you and I’d kill you myself
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf
Wouldn’t let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your ass and you ain’t giving no help
Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker
One’s born everyday and everyday she was your sucker
How could you beat the mother of your children?
How could you tell her that you lover her?
Don’t give a fuck if she lives
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did
But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids
Sweet kisses, baby didn’t even know she was your mistress
Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches
Floss like you possess her, tellin’ me to mind my business
Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it
I tried and said just for him I’ll keep a ready clip
Repeat 1 (2x)
I don’t even know you and I want you dead
Don’t know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead
Had the nerve to show up at her mother’s house the next day
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop
And before you had a chance to get up
You heard my gun cock
Prayin’ to me now, I ain’t God but I’ll pretend
I ain’t start your life but nigga I’mma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets
‘Member cops comin’ in, watch me going to jail
Nigga whatever my bitch, fuck it my sister
You could never figure out even if I let you live
What our love was all about
I considered her my blood and it don’t come no thicker
Repeat 1 till end
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Eve - First Lady Of Ruff Ryders - 09 - Love Is Blind
July 30th, 2002
02:48 pm - Atmosphere - Fuck You Lucy
[Women Singing]
(I'M CLUELESS!) never, would you? You sure, could I have(?)
[Slug]
She say that she still wants a friendship
She can't live her life without me as a friend
I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
Is about you and how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you, I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what I showed you how you could leave it
A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistent
If I stay around I'm bound to break resistance
Fuck you Lucy for defining my existence
Fuck you and your differences
Ever since I was a young lad with a part-time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother, I digested her pain
And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the fake(?) ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
And I travel with feels(?) so I can deal with touch
It's like that, thank you very much, fuck you very much!
[Chorus]
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
[Slug]
Fuck to(?) what happened, I got stuck
They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her truck
Used to walk with luck, used to hold her hand
Fell behind the paper(played?) roll of a slower man
I want to stand on top of this mountain and yell
I want to wake up and break up this lake of hell
I feel like a bitch for letting the sheet(she?) twist me up
The last starfighter was wounded, time to give it up
On a pick it up mission, kept it bitter
Gettin' in a million memories just to forget her
The difficulty in keepin' emotions controlled
Cookies for the road, took me by the soul(?)
Hunger for the drama, hunger for the nurture
Gonna take it further, the hurt feels like murder
Interpret the eyes, read the lines on her face
The sunshine is fake, how much time did I waste?
Fuck you Lucy for leaving me
Fuck you Lucy for not needing me
I wanna say fuck you because I still love you
No, I'm not okay, and I don't know what to do
[Chorus]
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
[Slug]
Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point, five points make a fist
You close em', you swing em', it's hurts when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits
I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says warning
That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left
And save breath, and avoid you, sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream, "Fuck you Lucy!"
But the problem is I love you Lucy
So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another
Well you think about how you used to be my lover
[Chorus]
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
[Women Singing]
I'M CLUELESS! never, would you? You sure, could I have(?)
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly - 04 - Fuck You Lucy
04:28 am - Cormega - The True Meaning
(Girls singing chorus X2)
Out there, (out there, out there)
In the street you know, (in the street you know)
I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
Trying to survive...
(Verse 1)
People feeling me pain, a mental bond shared
Been thru so many struggles only to persevare
Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near
That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear
Now wasn't worth my trouble, it was my first carrier
The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears
Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear
For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs
I met men in penitentiaries
Who bent down so long they barely missed the street
If you real hold your own son, lay your law
My inner visions are revealed so I say no more
My man said it ain't a game so I play no more
Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law
Fuck that, If you touch crack save up, your story
Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories
My pens speaks words my mouth envies
I'm hoping holy water can cleanse me
D's wanted to apprehend me
If I affected your life in any way trife
When I was doing crime forgive me
(Chorus X2)
(Verse 2)
Exquisitely I write
Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life
When all else fails some people seek Jesus Christ
Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe
And be back inside the same cell they left
It's sort of like hell or death
Except we still here breathin' in the flesh recieving respect
Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society
Solutions are real, problems are in varieties
I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid
My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave
Mega, thug for ever
My departure from drugs could never
Sever what I learned, all respect I earned
Yo my status alone surpasses your own
Known for blastin' my chrome
And have on my own
Niggas fradulent, I wish there was a law against
The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist
When I was young I used to, huslte for Jordan kicks
As I matured I did it for a brick
Be cautions is the price is up and down like the New York ??
I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus...
(Chorus X3)
Current Mood: 
drained
Current Music: Cormega - The True Meaning - 05 - The True Meaning
July 13th, 2002
01:49 pm - Garbage - As Heaven Is Wide
Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing's what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy me
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you're dead and gone
If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here
As far from God
As heaven is wide
As far from God
As angels can fly
If holy is as holy does
This house will burn straight down to hell
Take it's conscience with it
As it falls
Nothing said could change the fact
My trust was blind
You broke the pact
If God's my witness, God must be blind
If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here
As far from God
As heaven is wide
As far from God
As angels can fly
I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish
Take it back I dare you take it back
No you can't? You should have thought of that
What's inside a man
That goes so wrong
Choke on guilt that's far too good for you
Say one word I'll laugh and bury you
And leave you in the place
Where you left me
If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones
And run away from here
As far from God
As heaven is wide
As far from God
As angels can fly
I wish I could fly
As angels can fly
I wish, I wish.
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Garbage - Garbage - 04 - As Heaven Is Wide
July 11th, 2002
11:20 pm - Gravediggaz - 1-800-Suicide
Chorus
[KRS One]
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide
[2X]
[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper]
So you wanna die, commit suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
Cause it's a suicide
Chorus
[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]
Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not
You don't wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
Chorus
Interlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding:
Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
you could miss it
[Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector]
Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
The first was convinced
Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
Three and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
The only one to escape was number Six
He went home
Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
There's no need to cry...
... cause we all die
Current Mood: 
busy
Current Music: Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep - 08 - 1-800-Suicide
July 9th, 2002
12:02 am - Atmosphere - Modern Man's Hustle
[Slug]
The first time I met the devil was at a motel 6
She left hell to spend her weekends on earth just for kicks
Sexy little bitch, shorter then expected
About 5 foot 5, didn't fit in the breast and thighs
Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare
Large lips, soft hands and long hair
I said I'd make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it
I said I'd make you smile just so I can sit and look at it
[Chorus]
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
[Slug]
Who cares what Janes says? She always spits the same spit
I'd rather kill the radio then listen to the rain hit
Little sister needs conclusions on how she'll discover it through the pop music
Got used to the feeling of falling, but she'll never see her following
Bouncing back and forth between the heeling and the hollering
Riding the outer ring of your own private saturn
Thoughts scatter all across the grey matter
Little baby doll she doesn't know what to say to ya'll
The patience is short and of course the pride is way to tall
Break it all smash the past like it was made of glass
Aint no other way to make it last
It hurts to watch Lucy Lues dream
I've had the pleasure of seeing I hear her kick and scream
And when she calms down I'll turn the sound down
And put my arms around the little lost and found and I'll tell her that..
[Chorus]
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
[Slug]
Hush little lady don't say a word
All the rest of the village gonna know you're disturbed
And if you let them know that you're vulnerable
Then there aint no stopping how far they open you slow (yo yo yo)
I'm a chapter in yout text book read me like a checkbook
Mistook love at first site for a sex look
Enough of the blind man's bluff, I wan't the good stuff
Trying to hookup a full belly and a foot rub
The modern man's hustle I dig it, I shuffle
Feed me your troubles and need me to cuddle (come on)
Bundle up in my mitten and coat
As cold as it gets I keep your winter afloat
So let the snow fall, (it's cold in town)
She doesn't want to understand why I still come around
She look at the mirror she don't see what I see
She holds no history of how precious she be
Lay your head on my chest, speak of the stress
Kick your feet up and rest, before we clean up the nest
I hate to see you upset it cramps the position
And if you didn't know you better listen (you better listen)
Cause...
[Chorus]
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you through the simple and the struggle
But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle
Current Mood: 
restless
Current Music: Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly - 15 - Modern Man's Hustle Also on the Modern Man's Hustle 12"
June 28th, 2002
03:02 am - Garbage - Dumb
I never claimed to be your saviour
I said I had a dirty mouth
Stop analysing my behaviour
If you're too dumb to work it out
I've got to keep myself together
You know I hate to disappoint
A masochistic lamb to slaughter
Maybe you miss the point?
I'm feeling small
I'm climbing the walls
I don't let it show
Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
Maybe I could write a letter
To help me with my self-esteem
You should get to know me better
No one's ever what they seem
I'm feeling small
Climbing the walls
I don't let it show
Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what you mean to me
You still don't know what to think of me
You still don't know what you think of me
Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
Now that you know what you know
You're going to reap what you sow
Nothing will come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb
You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what you mean to me
You still don't know what to think of me
You still don't know what you think of me [5x]
You still don't know what I think of me
You still don't know what you think of me.
Current Mood: 
tired
Current Music: Garbage - Version 2.0 - 09 - Dumb
June 19th, 2002
03:25 am - Canibus - Who Owns You?
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
[Canibus]
Yo...I thug it wit' you, I slug it wit' you
I had niggas runnin' around like ''yeah 'Bis brung it to you''
Nigga I'll punish you
Catch you in the street like what's the issue
Monkey face I'll monkey flip you
I always wanted to dis you
You ugly as a pit bull motherfucker I'll rip you
This is where the Broad St. bullyin' stops
My bars of gold bullyin' yours are not
Truth is I never thought your metaphors were hot
You just talk a lot a shit cuz your on the Roc'
There's no proof in your ''Truth'' it was a flop
That's why Jigga signed Cam'ron to take your spot
You think you hot cuz you got a little bling or what not
A typical hustler all you do is think about rocks
With a budget like yours you should a sold more
You probably think you were couped nigga your so wrong
I think Jay fucked you go look at your deal
In that black mink you look like a ape for real
If I was blind and I couldn't tell
I'll probably still hear it from a bitch that you ugly as hell
For starters the Bentley aint yours it's Shawn Carter's
And if it aint Shawn's its his partners
Your just another ?convict? artist with frog lips
On the Rocafella roster that follows orders, nigga!
You tryin' too much you lyin' to sluts
You too hyped up, spend some more time in the cut
I'll turn my voice up loud so I can tell you was sup
Rhyme for rhyme you was never ready for 'Bus
Your quotables are anecdotical
Your whole crew softer than tofu
Most of y'all don't even know the ''Truth''
If you did then you knew I was a soldier too
Doing what you already sold your souls to do
I'm doing shows and my wrist stays frozen too
But I own my shit who owns you?
I should sign to the Roc'
Battle you in the lobby or worldwide plaza make you resign on the spot
Give me that mic' back Mack Bitch you can't spit
I don't even know why the fuck Jigga passed you that shit
I'll embarrass you with that shit, blast you that quick
Wrap you in plastic and toe-tag you as a Jacker
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
Jackers...Jackers
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Canibus - Who Owns You?
June 18th, 2002
08:38 pm - Atmosphere - They're All Gonna Laugh @ You
You'd better find a way, you'd better do it soon
It's like the middle of May and you've only got 'til June
You've found force to watch you touch the torch to that spoon
Even one more time, I swear to God I'm gonna implode
Sky's too high to hold; too thick to pet
So fold up your two-bits and hide them in your wallet
In your pocket full of trauma, in love notes you wrote to the angels
Gathered around the pole, crude and star-strangled
The band turned; married in the bed made from propaganda
I've roamed the avenues of humility
And I've kept a toothbrush in the glove compartment
Next to the napkins
For when I'm finally priveliged and touched with a permanent address
But now I'll be relaxed after this gin and tonic
And I'll bless your track after the impact of a comet
And I'll pay the mortgage after I finish paying homage
I promise, consider it accomplished!
For every cigarette butt that's tried to climb out of my ashtray
Signifies another phase in this cascade
The great mind, great migraine
We think it's difficult enough to just live much less gain
Well I put my two bucks on the table just like the sign says
Proceeded to ask God to give me one good reason why we shouldn't perish
She says it's careless since we are, unstable as we seem
Selected few of y'all have found something to cherish
I countered that, maybe just to be argumentitve, I don't know
But I was like yo, can't we spare the ones that are worth it?
She was like NO, I need the comparisons
I think she could tell by the way I responded that I'm getting a little nervous
So I went far left and just said thank you
Thank you for the time, for the mind
For the breath, for the flesh
Thank you for the quest, thank you for the vision
This vision that spawns anxiety trying to see and feel why I am living
Time is money, every moment is costly
So I ration emotion because existance exhausts me
Oddly enough, I'm happy I ain't famous
Imagine waking up to the fact that you're simply entertainment
I bet God thinks you're amusing
Current Mood: 
working
Current Music: Atmosphere - Lucy Ford - 12 - They're All Gonna Laugh @ You
June 14th, 2002
05:55 pm - Mass Influence - LIFE to the MC
One two, one two
For the Mental Street crew ya'll
Somethin like this, ya'll
Yeah, yeah, well check it out
LIFE to the MC
Life twists and turns makes a brother crazy
People flip, switch, some turn fake
About some nonsense job that I just can’t relate
There was one that was phoney, two that didn't know
The third fell a flake cause the fourth said so
My main man ? on some far out measures
He left a brother assed out with the rent check
Hey yo I cram to understand why people act shady
My ? face and he start to get flaky
The season of the snake, or should I say fake
Fools who never knew cause they never stood* true to anything (anything)
Or anyone (anyone)
Look at brothers now, hey yo the reason for they guns
They call me mc and a rap degenerate
I'm not a role model one some hip hop senate
But damn I gets down for my fam underground
Rather uplift the next man, instead of slow him down
Cause somehow the rental of brothers now is:
Hey yo, pull that brother back before he gets his
I used to hang with kids who did ill things to live
They wouldn't change they morals is like fuck this
The worlds about to blow up, I've had enough kid
I let it go on, uninterrupted
Cause when you're livin your life that destructive
It comes back ten times more, you're busted
But all of one of these wanna be big shotty
Show up at the club try to front on everybody
But we be Mass Influ
And we don't have to move for anything (anything)
Or anyone (anyone)
LIFE to the MC
Life twists and shifts makes a brother crazy
People flip, switch and some turn fake
About some nonsense job and I just can’t relate
Yo, LIFE to the MC
Life twists and turns makes a brother crazy
People flip, switch, some turn fake
About some nonsense job and I just can’t relate
One two, one two
One two, one two two two
Check it out ya'll
We cant express to address of foul cops to be harassin
And the mass individuals and kids whose actin a bit
The masquerade sport in them star shades
The facade full ? you actin like you paid for
? your pants you get the one cent ?
And the jury hard rock
Thinkin you got a lot?
You just fake perpetrate on some superstar status
While we stay grounded, scope well rounded
Ear to the street while you be dumb founded
To facts, you cant believe stuff changes overnight
With the red dog ? and the black ? lights
Now, niggers in the session with the fake gun fights
Say they wanna get down with mics mcin
But everywhere they go, its just niggers that's Din and
Bitches singin outta tune with the loops
Fuckin up hip hop tracks, too many wack groups
Imagine you in 2000
Chemical type flows, leakin out the walls of your house, and
Sounds funny but if you can watch money
Change you and your friends to crash test dummies
You'd fail, for losin all in ya
Couldn't point a finger when you cocked your own hammer
You're from Atlanta or you froms New York
It doesn't matter what type range of shit you talk
Cause the LIFE of an MC
I'm true to myself so I really can’t be
Week with the move, yo
We ain't gotta prove this to anything (anything)
Or anyone (anyone)
LIFE to the MC
Life twists and turns makes a brother crazy
People flip, switch, some turn fake
About some nonsense job that I just can’t relate
Yo LIFE to the MC
Life twists and turns makes a brother crazy
People flip, switch, some turn fake
About some nonsense job and I just can’t relate
LI-FE to the MC
To the MC
LI-FE to the MC
To the funky MC
"How many real hip hoppers in the place right about now?" (5x)
Current Mood: 
sore
Current Music: Mass Influence - LIFE to the MC
June 11th, 2002
12:51 am - Tori Amos - She's Your Cocaine
She's your Cocaine
She's got you shaving your legs
You can suck anything
But you know you wanna be me
Put on your make-up boy
You're your favourite stranger
And we all like to watch
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you sister if you can't handle it
She says control it
Then she says don't control it
Then she says you're controlling
The way she makes you crawl
She's your cocaine your Exodus laughing
And she knows
What you are
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you siter if you can't handle it
If you want me to
Boy I could lie to you
You don't need on of these to let me inside of you
And is it true
That devils end up like you
Something safe for the picture frame
And is it true
That devils end up like you
So tied up you don't know how she came
She's you Cocaine
She's go you shaving your legs
She got you liking mine back
Go me takin it in
Getting mine back
Lasting mine evil
I'm taking me easel
And I'm writing good checks
You sign Price of Darkness
Try squire of dimness
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Cut it again
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: Tori Amos - She's Your Cocaine
June 10th, 2002
07:09 am - Buck 65 - Pants On Fire
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing
And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,
jaws are dropping left and right
Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off
Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off
Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable
From the sound of the candy wrappers
Down to the handicappers
Everybody's got to exercise a little caution
But every so often expect things to get hectic or
Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin
Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
But it isn't your invitation to imitate
In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle
But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
Just for example, we all want to live a bit
Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit
Current Mood: working
Current Music: Buck 65 - Pants On Fire
06:48 am - 4th Disciple - Devil in Descize Feat Killah Priest & Shanghai The Messenger
[Killah Priest]
I bit the food, open my eyes
Divide the truth from the lies, evil rabbis with suit and ties
On Palm Sundays, no longer Mondays, I stay calm on Tuesdays
While crews are sprayed on fatal Wednesdays
As friends lay in coffins, I made it through abortion
and move in caution, the mid-night offerin
and in deep knifes, the peace pipes at nights
Religious sacrifice, pay entyce to an anti-Christ
White Rose when readin scrolls by dark souls takin strolls
around the solar system, the wisdom of a fortune teller
from the depths of a scorchin cellar, hot as face with the umbrella
and once the night falls, build in synagogues
holdin feast to the golden beast in the tabernacle
shackled by the son of a jackel with the face of a pteradactyl
Know you not that G, you wasn't cursed, see and unworthy for the mercy
Since Eve and Adam had a polluted orgasm, causes cramps and back spasm
Words shift in sex, the wage is as sin as death, condemns the flesh
They worshipped black ravens, engravin idols, givin heed to Paegen titles
Send men ragin in rivals, readin all sorts of bibles for survival
Death haunts the mental, the evil that the men do, the red dots of the Hindu
The serpent tattoo, the witches brew, the priest's voodoo
The black magic, the devil sabbath
taboo, religious practice from the hour glasses
The crystal ball, the magic wand, then step beyond the Wrath of Kong
Many are called but few are chosen
*60 Sec. awws in the background to fade*
[Shanghai the Messenger]
Look beyond his colors, look beyond his skin
Look beyond the way he moves, look deep within
Look beyond his face, look beyond his smile
I am warning you he's a Devil in Descize
Look beyond his riches, look beyond his fame
He's only using you for his own game
cuz anything he do, anything he say
you just can't trust, he's a Devil in Descize
He's a Devil in Descize, he's a Devil in Descize
He's a Devil in Descize.. *fades*
Current Mood: 
devious
Current Music: 4th Disciple - Devil in Descize Feat Killah Priest & Shanghai The Messenger
June 8th, 2002
05:59 pm - Angie Martinez - No Playaz Feat Lil Mo & Tony Sunshine
Whoo!
[CHORUS: Angie and Lil' Mo]
Even though you got no money
Other chicks be actin funny
It don't matter boy cuz I got love for you
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)
I'm so tired of all these playaz
And I don't mean to be a hater
But I know just what I'm lookin for
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)
[Verse 1]
This is for my on the low niggas
Average joe niggas
You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas
Big up, big up all the regular dudes
Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two
What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice
But a girl get tired of payin the price
See it aint what we eat, it's how we do
I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ
Fuckin wit you, you gon get to my heart
We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park
And when it come to lovin, you go hard...
Yeah, now that's really what a girl want
And uh, nobody can do me
Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to
For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you
For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you
Beat it
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, uh
I shine, you shine
Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice
I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind
And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine
Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles
Not tryin to stick it to models
You know misled bitches, after your riches
Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference
I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway
I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday
I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on
Matter fact you the rea-son
That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more
I wanna low key nigga fo' sho
You don't really gotta be my boyfriend
I'm sayin though...
[CHORUS]
[Tony Sunshine]
But I got Cristal ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
[Playa {Angie} skit]
I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though?
I got some things I wanna talk to you about
{Yeah?}
y'know, don't front girl
{What is it, what is it, that you have that I need}
I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice
you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club
flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin?
I got good looks, I got furs
{Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need
in my life...}
I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man,
aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks
at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that...
{Tell you what...}
I got cars...
{You got cars?}
I got houses, I got what you need, what you need?
{But the thing is, the thing is I got a job }
You gotta be out?
{No I gotta job}
Oh you gotta job?
{Right so I have things }
What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl
{But I like to work, I like...}
I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean
{That's really special}
Huh?
{That's really special}
That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need...
{You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga}
I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal?
{No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed
some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal
what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table}
I'm bringin alotta things to the table,
I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need
and I don't even know you like that but I'm...
[Tony Sunshine]
But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love...
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Angie Martinez - No Playaz Feat Lil Mo & Tony Sunshine
05:19 pm - Aesop Rock - Battery
[Aesop Rock]
Yo change the fuckin channel
I burn a Coma candle
When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap
Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers
Training Generation Fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass
Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals
Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool
Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
(Man please) Man please
My name stands for my being
And my being stands for the woman who stood
And braved the storm could raise this evening
(Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish
But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
And picked the rose and wielded
The second I introduced myself as Nervous
Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken
Some are burning, some have rosen
Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them
Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion
Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
*Horn samples*
[Aesop Rock]
And I ain't getting any younger
My knuckles wear their bruises well
I've yet to lose that hunger
But only time can tell
Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch
And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
See your name is Ambiguity
My name is something hands can't hold
But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick
Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now
And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel
Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn
But y'all numb from gut fuel
I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor
Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit
I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal
Channel surfing my way to the top
Tugboat in a bottle
With no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight
Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile
And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium
The second my halo ran outta helium
Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry
But my energy's a rental
So I take this now to save
My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego
Y'all are family for life
I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I wanna be something spectacular
On the day the sun runs outta batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this
(I ain't gettin any younger)
*Horn samples to end*
Current Mood: 
melancholy
Current Music: Aesop Rock - Labour Days - 09 - Battery
June 7th, 2002
11:49 pm - Atmosphere - Abusing Of The Rib
I wanna follow the footprints across my lover’s stomach
I wanna call out her name before I plummet
I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines
Avoid the beasts under the bed that read they bedtimes
I wanna find these here so-called treasures
The pleasures the trinkets the never ending weekends
Acknowledging that I'm still just a piece of the sequence
But seeing these different footprints got me needin to show my weakness
Time lies the time zones
I cross them with my eyes closed
Memorize the landmarks and learn the cycles
The weather patterns how the seasons effect
The east and the west of each region learning cycles
Forget about the fact that
Many trails have been tracked
Maybe it's a plus that there's a path
If this was some uncharted land I'd have to be a smarter man
Willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
And natural resources are unlimited
Exploration only requires some desire and initiative
Take your time and find the right way to climb
It ain't safe to play games with nature’s mind
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never
I wanna ride a train up my lover’s arm
Stop off at the brain
Then hop out and find out what's going on
Cut thru trees and ride thru rocks
And synchronize the universal sun down to my watch
I've seen a lot
But not quite as much as her
The top went of the memory and the imagination blurred
But I know she's been put thru hell
I can feel it
And I know she's touched having this well
Trying to steal it
It came on and it taught her a song
It’s strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone
Now to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fix
And all the family and friends is tryin to seal them lips
But I ain't dumb
I can hear that train come from miles away
Setting obstacles to stop the arrival
I'm gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue
From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival
My recital another tantrum
Because she's highly excitable swinging wings of red nova
Happy endings always off to a bad start
Addictive voyeuristic to the track marks
And if I could show you, you would never leave it (fade till end)
Current Mood: 
sad
Current Music: Atmosphere - Abusing Of The Rib
May 30th, 2002
03:26 am - Cormega - American Beauty
[Cormega]
Yo, it's night time I can't sleep
My pens beggin' me to write rhymes
Cory's a felony despite time
I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue
I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song
Hip hop cannot ignore me for long
I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her
Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her
She had class now she sellin it all for cash
When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood
She used to be out in Queens with DMC
And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P.
She was fly she kept her shit tight
Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife
Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row"
Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast
She met a lame with with a drug dealer name
He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed
You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
If not fed in due time the mind is anorexic
You understand the message
I know I'm gettin to deep for some
Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb
Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her
Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her
Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence
Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons
She was stressed because she missed Pac
She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?'
I love her like a mother, my physical path
She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past
And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed
No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash
Whats her name dun? *Echoed*
Current Mood: 
mischievous
Current Music: Cormega - The Realness - 02 - American Beauty
May 29th, 2002
03:25 am - Tupac - Fuck The World
* Shock G sings the parts in {} throughout
[2Pac]
Haha, what you say?
Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch
You devils, are so two faceted
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain
Fuckin with the young black male, tryin to stack mail
and umm, stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber
Fuck the world!
Chorus: 2Pac
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
Just got up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
[2Pac]
When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies
And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me
Have I, lost control or just another soul
A car full of motherfuckers when we roll
Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say, "You did that?" {uhh, uhh, uhh}
Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high
don't ever hesitate to try
Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in
And them my motherfuckers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh}
Fuck the world!
Chorus: 2Pac
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I got up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
[2Pac]
Man, fuck the world..
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness
Weighin 165, and these tricks should die
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides
I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin
They hate to see a nigga ballin
Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)
Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me
like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck the world!
Chorus: 2Pac
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They try to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Got up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
Haha, fuck the world! Fuck it
I hear my niggaz screamin fuck the world!
[2Pac]
They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with
and if I'm down with this bangin shit
Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped
I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black
then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round
with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck the world!
Chorus: 2Pac [Humpty Hump/Shock G]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "Fuck the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "Fuck the world!" [Uhh!]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
[They tryin to say that I don't care]
I woke up screamin, "Fuck the world!"
[Yeah what's goin on y'all?]
[Uhh, uhh, uhh..] Fuck the world!
[Shock G * singing *]
I don't care.. I don't care, I don't care! {fades}
Current Mood: 
moody
Current Music: Tupac - Me Against The World - 12 - Fuck The World
May 28th, 2002
05:15 pm - Cormega - Sex, Drugs, Bitches and Money
[Verse 1]
aww shit Im always caught up in a scandal
im like Martin dumbing out on Tisha Campbell
my dick is on the crap table Im ready to gamble
gimme a blunt and all the pussy I can handle
ayo Im getting mad bitches like a trooper
and Ill be swinging like Im hanging out with Mr. Cooper
pushing a phat B, bitches wanna get with me
I get more pussy than a women's penitentiary
I drink lemons with bacardi
for bitches wanna party
make sure they gimme the punani
yo when I be with mamis we could be maxin'
2Pac and Janet Jackson so I guess I fuck with Toni Braxton
whatup with Mega did you see him (yea I seen him)
uh huh
fucking yo bitches how to be up
bitches know the drealy when my dick is in between them (yo whats the deal dunn)
I fucked them and Im leavin
[Chorus]
It aint a damn thing funny
sex, drugs, bitches & money
where my niggas at?
It aint a damn thing funny
sex, drugs, bitches & money
[Verse 2]
to ya'll bitches who aint making any sense
and talk that bullshit like aint nothing going on but the rent
and want a little more graditude
I pay the rent now get the fuck out my house, that's my attitude
you better find another sucker
I don't give a fuck
a bitch play herself and Ima buck her
yea Im a foul motherfucker
and bitch I ran more trains than a subway from Dunston
I cant afford to pop shit
my dick the size of one of Bob Marley's clips
being a supertravel's never easy
I even had a fight with Jorge (Weezy!!) because he caught me fucking Weezy
ya'll niggas better watch your girlies
cause Ill be tag-teaming bitches like Levern and Shirley
ya'll motherfuckers know the rules
now white bitches on my dick like Im from Guns-n-Roses, dude
[Chorus]
It aint a damn thing funny
sex, drugs, bitches & money
where my bitches at?
It aint a damn thing funny
sex, drugs, bitches & money
[Verse 3]
Last verse
a cartoon booty session
Im in a Lex spaceship
fucking Judy Jetson
Im cool with Fred but Wilma give good head
it's hard to sleep with fucking Dino sleeping in the bed
Betty Boop sex incredible
and Olive Oyle got a nag becasue her pussy smell terrible
fucking a sea hag is something I can never do
no matter what she working with or she be bringing cheddar to
Snow White's a ho she burned my nigga Sleepy dwarf
and now the other six of them cats is beating all
and plus Yogi Bear hit her
Fuck that bitch!
Im live and uncensored
word up
what, what
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Cormega - Sex, Drugs, Bitches and Money
May 15th, 2002
09:06 pm - Aesop Rock - No Regrets
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away
(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece
(Chorus x2)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
(Chorus x2)
1 2 3...
A B C...
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Aesop Rock - Labour Days - 05 - No Regrets
May 14th, 2002
04:24 am - Nas - What Goes Around
Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus]
Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison
Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison
[Verse One]
Religion misoverstood is poison
Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison
In hospitals, shots riddle the block
Little, children and elderly women run for they lives
Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies
Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time?
Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace
You know the usual, death comes in threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did
And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us
Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Religion misoverstood is poison
Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices
When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions
Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them
Up late night, on they mother's cordless
Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous
White girls tannin, lyposuction
Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction
Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves
Denyin even they blood
I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison
That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Religion misoverstood is poison
Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
And any thoughts of takin me down is poison
Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow
[Interlude]
Never to worry
All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over
Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around
Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em
Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes
Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it
Y'all, be strong
[Verse Three]
The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim
And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas
Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last
I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab
This is my level, fuck if it get you mad
It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison
Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison
How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison
Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison
And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison
Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow
[Hook]
What goes around comes around my nigga
And what goes up it must come down my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
Just hold it down we older now my nigga
What goes around comes around my nigga
And what goes up it must come down my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
Just hold it down we older now my nigga
[Verse Four]
This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it
from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three
Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts
in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from?
Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb
Takin pride in ruinin they lives
So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS
I contemplate, believin in karma
Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow
I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave
When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees
Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds
Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees
I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you gettin shitted on
It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be healthy, remember
[Hook]
Current Mood: i agree
Current Music: NAS - Stillmatic - 14 - What Goes Around
May 4th, 2002
07:48 pm - Mya Feat Jay Z - Best of Me
[Jay-Z]
I'm focused man
Tell Stout to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova ya heard?
Trackmasters ya heard?
Yo, yes y'all and Jigga man be ballin'
Leave chicks pigeon-toed some of them be crawlin'
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis callin for the Lord darling
Jigga in call and ass drop
Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot
Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutta and uh
I ain't the type to ever chase your boss
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like Pac, word Jigga's the hurt holla
[Mya]
Lips are telling me yes
While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so wet
Should I stay, should I go?
I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
1 - [Mya]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get the best of me
[Mya]
The best of me
The best of me
Conversation ain't what?
Big thighs got you stuck
Feelings starting to show
Should I stay, should I go?
I don't know
You're driving me crazy
I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Repeat 1
[Mya]
The best of me
The best of me oh
[Jay-Z]
5,4,3,2,1
Carolina blue kicks
Hottest nigga on the block
Used to willie bicycle since I was six, uh
High school crossover wave to wave picks
Music is the same shit, gave away hits
So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You act like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talking you got a man, okay ma and
That's high school making me chase you around for months
Have an affair act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt goddamn you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt?
Maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the 'I Like It Rough' type
We can crush tonight
Tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
Get right. Young Hova
Repeat 1
[Mya]
Make it hot, make it hot
Trackmaster
Mister Tone
Current Mood: 
refreshed
Current Music: DJ Clue Backstage Mixtape - 02 - Mya Feat Jay-Z - Best Of Me Part 2
April 23rd, 2002
03:17 pm - Ginuwine - So Anxious
[1st Verse:]
Nine O' clock, All alone, Paging you
Wishing you'd come over, my place, after while, Let me know
We can just keep talkin 'bout the last time, you were here
What we did (no sleep till morning), Only bubble baths and back rubs
Girl I hope, you hurry 'cause
[Chorus:]
I'm so anxious
So meet me at 11:30, I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin', you know I'm a sexaholic
[Repeat]
[2nd Verse:]
It's 10:10, where you been?
Did you get my message?
(Your expression is telling me that you've been thinkin' the same thang)
The same thang I've been thinkin'
You say you're workin, well hit me just as soon as your shift, is over
And i'll be waitin, 'cause I can't sleep for reminscin
About you and what we do, Hit me back and hope you hurry cuz
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Said as soon as you hit the dor, I'ma pull you on the floor
And before we get to the bed, Baby back up every word you said
And before we, got to hit the lights
And before we start the candelights
Baby girl, I wanna bump and grind
This is something that's been on my mind
[Chorus]
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Ginuwine - So Anxious
April 22nd, 2002
06:31 pm - Avant - Happy
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(Let you go, never gonna let you go)
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(Let you go, never gonna let you go)
Thinking of you all damn day
That's why I want you to know
It's all about you babe
You are all that I need baby, baby
And you know me
I'm as real as they come
I love the way you give me love
And you keep me second to none
And with you is where I wanna be
I want you to be happy
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(See I'll never let you go)
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(Go, no)
Your body is all I see
So lay back, relax, and let me set you free
I make you say ooh ah wee, wee, ooh baby
Baby please tell me what it be
Do you want me to stick around?
Or should I go find another possibility?
Cause you are all I need
You are all I need, oh girl
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(See I'll never let you go)
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(Go, no)
Have your knees back low
Never on the go
Like to do it slow
Keep it on the down low
In between the sheets we lay
We'll lay here all day
Have your knees back low
Never on the go
Like to do it slow
Keep it on the down low
Wanna say it again?
Wanna say it again?
Have your knees back low
Never on the go
Like to do it slow
Keep it on the down low
Yes I feel your body heat
Baby girl you make me weak
Have your knees back low
Never on the go
Like to do it slow
Keep it on the down low
Whoa, I want you to be...
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(See I'll never let you go)
I want you to be happy in love with me
I want you to feel that my love is real
I want you to know that if you love me
I will never let you go
(Go, no)
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Avant - My Thoughts - 05 - Happy
April 11th, 2002
02:01 am - Redman - Jersey Yo!
Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Ha ha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bricks get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot
Yo, yo yo
I smoke your buddha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt
I'm worldwide chinky, ? dog with chrome inkies
Chicken ridin shottie and she boost ALL her dickie
This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
PPP smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin
One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN
I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - "Hello, can I talk to Nia?")
and it's Tonya (G - "NIA?!", R - "Oh shit!")
Click over (R - "Whassup bitch?".. "Oh, hi momma!")
Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in
The bitches numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played!
Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot
Aiyyo-yo, yo
When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child
Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb -- that same Bomb
made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up
I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter!
Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke
Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds
Smokin the L with Doc earn Frequent Flyin Miles
I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
I need to go to E.O. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!
Yo yo YO!
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bronx get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Chi-Town get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot
Lot, lot, lot, lot
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo.. motherfucker
Don't fuck around in The Bricks motherfucker
Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
Nigga got so much Backyard Boogie over there
the seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!
Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker
Get the fuck on out of here
Yo light that shit here!
(We gon' take you out, on W Fuck All Y'all radio)
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Redman - Jersey Yo!
March 26th, 2002
02:16 pm - Jann Arden - Insensitive
How do you cool your lips
after a summer’s kiss
how do you rid the sweat
after the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
from the romantic glare
how do you block the sound
of a voice you’d know anywhere
Oh, I really should have known
by the time you drove me home
by the vagueness in your eyes
casual good-byes
by the chill in your embrace
the expression on your face
that told me
you might have some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive
How do you numb your skin
after the warmest touch
how do you slow your blood
after the body rush
how do you free your soul
after you’ve found a friend
how do you teach your heart
it’s a crime to fall in love again
Oh, you probably won’t remember me
it’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
some advice to give on how to be
insensitive
Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: Jann Arden - Insensitive
March 9th, 2002
04:32 pm - Poe - Trigger Happy Jack
He scares easily
It makes him so angry
At me
And his head it spins around
Just like the Exorcist and I
Find it ever so
Hard to resist his cries
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees
Crumbling in disgrace
But he underestimates my mind
I know he's messing with my head
My only weakness is
I can't believe the guy could be entirely dead
Chorus:
Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being
Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being
Trigger Happy Jack
You're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off
before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
And after awhile he calms down
And he looks at me like a prince
But I know I better bite the bullet
'Cause it's just another one of his
Jedi mind tricks
But this ain't no headtrip honey
This is a collision on the road
And you've got me feeling oh just like a roadkill
and you know deep down I know
Chorus
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you make me feeling like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Go-go
And I hate myself
Just enough to want him
But I hate him just enough to get off
But I understand him
Maybe I'm just crazy enough
To love him
Why not? (Why not?)
You can't to a psycho like a normal human being...
Current Mood: 
mellow
Current Music: Poe - Trigger Happy Jack
March 2nd, 2002
04:06 pm - Jon B. - Don't Say
Don't say what you won't do
you know you'll be the first one
to go on through yes you will
don't say what you won't do you know
you'll be the first one to go on through
go on through
I know you mean you mean well
but looking at you one can't tell
you've got changes to make
cause the way you treat me girl
just ain't right
always frontin' on someone
but never think about the damage you've done
to me and it's about damn time I talk about it
everytime I do for you
you turn around and make me feel like a fool
with your actions
so much for the words
baby I love you yes
cause now I've wised up girl
It's time for me to go
You better think about it
Cause I'm here to let you know
Don't say what you won't do
you know you'll be the first one
to go on through yes you will
don't say what you won't do you know
you'll be the first one to go on through
go on through
I wanna make good love to you
I wanna do the things the things you wouldn't do
but your forcing me to look the other way
I'm seeing things that I really shouldn't see
girl you better hurry cause you're running outta time
and this is your last chance for you to be mine
and I'm asking you what you gonna do
tell me what you're gonna do
cause now I've wised up girl
It's time for me to go
You better think about it
Cause I'm here to let you know
Don't don't don't say what you won't do
(you won't do)
you know you'll be the first one
(first one)
to go on through yes you will
don't say what you won't do you know
you'll be the first one to go on through
go on through
(repeat)
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Jon B. - Don't Say