Detonation

This is the moment when we choose to stand upright and direct
set the course of our vision : new spirit in the flesh
we see the rich man's law dem break the poor man's back again


dead eyed but unbroken


we see society's cruel mask upon the meaningless face
the arrogant false prophets of this human race
but rising to the surface hear the waters make the sound


dead eyed but unbroken
now


Are you dead eyed, but unbroken?
are you feeling alive in the dead world they've made
are you working for a promise?
are you working for a promise already betrayed
while the dreams of the nation
are just a weapon in our hearts now


we can defy the curse of self righteousness
no more cultureless emptiness
pull back to reach the moment where connection was lost
the greater the freedom the higher the cost


drink in organic insurrection cleanse the mind
mine the heart droplets falling faith and courage
and fire in our hearts rising to the surface
hear the waters make the sound


dead eyed but unbroken


minds once set to fight now rot bloodless upon they stem
to update the paranoia the media disguise the system with
designer clothes and violence regulate our birthright


dead eyed but unbroken
now


are we dead eyed but unbroken
yeah we're feeling alive in the dead world they've made
are you working for a promise
yeah working for a promise already betrayed
while the dreams of the nation
are just a weapon in our hearts now


colors on the tv they push the lie in all things
some of us bleed against this deception stays entrenched
did you start to believe in it
colors of the ruling class push the lie in all things
some of us bleed against this deception stays entrenched
did you start to believe in it


are you dead eyed from the sight of no future
and broken handed from working for a promise betrayed ?


we can disarm

Die For The Government
By- Anti-Flag

You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

There's a gulf war vet, dying a slow cold death
And the government says, "We don't know the source of his sickness."
But don't believe what they say, because your government is lying
They've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
"Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troups"

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

First World War Veterans slaughtered by General Eisnehower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on U.S. souls
Guinea pigs for Western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You're getting used, you'll end up dead

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x2)

I don't need you to tell me what to do
And I don't need you to tell me what to be...FUCK YOU!!!!
I don't need you to tell me what to say
And I don't need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!

You gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit! (x9)

From Stone Sour's "Bother" ....

"I wish I had a reason, my flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying, one good turn deserves my dying"

And also from the song...

"Wish I died instead of lived"


From Pearl Jam's "Black" I like the last verse...

"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky
But why? Why?! WHY?! Why can't it be...
Why can't it be mine???!

Stone Sour
Orchids

You hold me inside your iris
like a terminal stain on life
You condescend to my primal brain
and twist me around like a knife
Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you

DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say
They never left me!
Aggravated, complicated, someone say it
God, I never learn...

You keep me hidden behind a curtain,
an audible human display
You feed me orchids to give me courage
and keep me in line with disdain

Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you

DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say
They never left me!
Aggravated, complicated, someone say it
God, I never learn:

I have nothing left for you...
you left me with nothing

I live at arm's length and die a little,
between your constants by day
I want my soul back before it's over,
I can't even wish you away

Can't begin to explain
The feelings I have restrained
Don't ask me how I am
Because you're too busy planning your epitaph
Let me tell you

DON'T - try to be the ONE - person
Who has STAYED - just to say
They never left me!
Aggravated, complicated, someone say it
God, I never learn:

I NEVER LEARN!!

F--- YEAH!! STONE SOUR RULES B---H!!!

Though I think what was released before their new debut was a lot better. If you want Corey at his best...download 'I Can't Believe' on Kazaa by Stone Sour...it's awesome.

Here are the lyrics...

"Chastity
What a virtue to be stolen
Tragedy
Has forsaken into fate
Blasphemy
Shadow stripped me of my reason
Misery
Comes to bed with me tonight
What am I gonna do?

And now I can�t believe
You let this happen to me
And I can�t believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can�t believe
You didn�t come to save me from my pain

Laughed at me
They hit my face and clutched my rosary
Humility
A lesson best just left alone
Heresy
Because I�m two inside my body
Irony
A child of love from a man I hate
Until my dying day

And now I can�t believe
You let this happen to me
And I can�t believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can�t believe
You didn�t come to save me from my pain

And now I can�t believe
You let this happen to me
And I can�t believe
They put those daggers through me
And I can�t believe
You didn�t come to save me from my pain"

Artist: Evanescence feat. Paul McCoy
Song: "Bring Me To Life "


How can you see into my eyes
like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home.

(Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
Bid my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come undone.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.)

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life.

[Chorus]

Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.

Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.

All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything.

Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul

Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong.
Bring me to life.

[Chorus]

Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.

Bring me to life


This is my favorite song out right now. their album is awesome and kicks ass.

"The Black Angel's Death Song" - The Velvet Underground

The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game I che che che che I
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go

probably not my favorite velvet underground lyrics, but still really awesome writing...

Featuring Outlawz]
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

Malleus Maleficarum by AFI

Open my eyes as I submerge and I won't deny what I've been since birth...I'll die drowned by your standards
Breathe in the life of the summer's death as the orange and red breathe their first breath...So welcome as their burning through

We all begin to burn...Autumn's flame dances in my eye
Set a light for all we've learned...My ashes falling

My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with growing pride I'll wear my scars...Honored by your hatred
Leaves fall we arise again and the end impending it will begin...So welcome as their burning through

Ashes fall as I'm rising up again. Ashes fall, as we all, all rise!

46 & 2 by Tool

My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within

My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.

Eminem
"Everlast Diss"

Remember back in '94
like right before mrs. everlast was whitey ford
before his heart attack had him on life support
when house of pain was out of fame
like someone doused the flame
and they were destined to never jump around again
or even further back
when i first had heard the nack
when you were down with syndicate
i went to get your shit man i was into it
but then you went and took your style and switched the shit
now you sound rediculous you rediculous piece of shit
HOW COULD YOU DISS ME BITCH?
i liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude
remember sway and tech when came up and sat beside you
started rhymin
then you left the room and didnt say goodbye or nothin
like you mad that someone else is white and tryin to rhyme or somethin
im sorry man i wasnt tryin to steal your light or nothin
but your a homosexual white rappin irish &^%$#
man i wish i was irish, i could be a &^%$# too
then id be confused as you and i would know WHAT to do
whats up with you?
i never fucked with you why would you fuck with me?
knowin i could rap circles around you
what you nuts as me?
plus i can sing better than you, and i dont fuckin sing
and probably play guitar better and i aint never touched a string!
but i aint mad at you, id hate me too if i was you
im what you used to be, shit you was me in '92
so every time i write a lyric imma think of you
and maybe thatll help me know what its like to sing the BLUES!

brand new- good to know if i ever need attention all i have to do is die.


Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies,
the pen, the page, the paper.
I live, I learn.
You will always take what i have earned.
And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning.

Our friends speak out in our defense.
I pay ten deaf ears for two months rent.
We burn they gallows they erect,
and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
Keep us comatose but audible.
And I like it the farther i get out.
We pass it off but it's all on us.
Only common conversation,
it took everything i got.
And I like it the farther i get out.

Once said, always said.
I will hold the past over your head.
I'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted.
I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge.
So take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you.

We slip concealed back to the keep.
Concede to do the work for free.
We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the neck of soldiers while they sleep

Ah...I love Usher...so obviously, I'd like his songs too...but I mostly like Nice & Slow. The lyrics are very sensual ;)...*LoL*...well...not really, but the lyrics are very nice...so I love it anyway. Hahaha.

Anyway...here's the lyrics!

Nice & Slow
Usher

Ah what cha doing
You know I'm coming over right
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
Now you got it hot for me already baby
Okay
I'll be there in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm in my drop top
Cruisin the streets - oh yeah
I gotta real pretty - pretty little thing that's waiting for me
I pull up
Anticipating good love
Don't keep me waiting
I got plans to put my hands in places
I never seen girl you know what I mean

Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See I've been waiting for this for so long
We'll be makin' love until the sun comes up
Baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

Now here we are
Drivin' round town
Contemplating where I'm gonna lay you down
Girl you got me sayin'
My, my, my
I wish that I could pull over
And get this thing started right now
I wanna do something freaky to you baby
I don't think they heard me
I wanna do something freaky to you
So call out my name

They call me US-HER-RA-YM-OND
Now baby tell me what you wanna do with me
Gotta nigga feenin' like Jodeci
Every time that you roll with me, holdin' me
Tryin to get control of me
Nice and Slowly
You know
Never lettin' go
Never messin' up the flow
This is how the hook go

Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See I've been waiting for this for so long
We'll be makin' love until the sun comes up
Baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

Now tell me, do you wanna get freaky?
Cause, I'll freak you right I will, I'll freak you right i will,
I'll freak you like no one ha s ever made you feel.
I'll freak you right I will, I freak you right I will,
I'll freak ya, freak ya, like no one has ever made you feel...yeah!
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

Bran Van 3000 Drinking in L.A. lyrics
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike.

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that...

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there?

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way.

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.

Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What do you think we got done son?"

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...

So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.

M.O.P - Ante Up

Lil Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
[Ante Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

[Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
[That shit will send you to your grave] So?!
You think I don't know that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them god damn diamonds! Huh!
Ante Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)

[Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, aint friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money

[Billy Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!

[Chorus] w/ variations

[Lil' Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]

[Billy Danze]
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
[So?] Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!

[Chorus] w/ variations

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!

Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph

Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushin in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

Kool G Rap - Its Nothing
It's nothing! Infrared beams laser the place
Two straps, radiate at the waist, I'm a marksmith
Them things bark man, sprayin with haste
Shit razor gladiator your face, soakin your strip
Hoodied up, loc in the whip, pokin the clip
Arm extended out the window, chokin the fifth
Legend or myth seek a Taliban, hit Babylon
Don't misinterpretate the smile of a Don, I'm fowl as a swan
Get at you, spit at you with ya child in ya arms
Clap at your bitch, full semi'matics eclipse
Display rage like an evil omen
Trust me in the backseat when you drivin
I'll pop your fuckin cerebral open
Take position when them snakes hissin
End up nickel-plate kissin, out of state missin
Get gravelled in the battles and wars, rattle the four
Cause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horse
Let's do it

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
It's nothing! Dudes'll talk like they killers
But they eyes can't disguise the fact they really fear us
It's nothing! Them big rims on the truck
That slim hoe that you pluck? That flossin'll get you stuck dude
It's nothing! This ain't your ordinary rap
It's extrordinary scrap - Cris', pour the Henny back like
It's nothing! (What's my name?) G Rap, Giancana
No throwbacks are fitted, we own rap and spit like
It's nothing!

[Verse Two]
Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all seargeants
I wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y'all garments
I bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orange
Keep fresh hoes in flesh and bondage, collect and garnish
This ain't a threat it's a promise; give you a hospital bed
and a harness, reps get tarnished if you don't hit that deck
for homage and beg for your pardon, G Rap head of the squadron
Kid be sent to alarmin; you flipped and stepped out of margin
You infuriated the Gods and the stars and
The sky's bout to thunder, you low-life come out from under
About to heat your winters and drought your summers
One right up on your fort, forty-five Colt buckin the horse
Give your body your nuts in divorce
Dick in the dirt, you flip to the earth
Check where the hit tip grippin the shirt
Get a flashback, flick to your birth
It's war for you mo-rons, we wave four arms
Draw with arms, more arms and more arms and more arms
G Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bones
When I was a young buck I played with chrome
Blaze Stallone, get your brains blown, grazin the dome
Get my stage on, the rage is on, my nigga
.. Yo chill G

[Chorus]

A mass of promises, begin to rupture,
like the pockets of the new-world kings,
like swollen stomachs in appalachia,
like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things,

a mass of tears have transformed to stones now,
sharpened on suffering and woven into slings,
hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress,
taking today what tomorrow never brings.

From 'Ashes in the Fall' by Rage Against the Machine

Zack de la Rocha is a great lyricist.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

:hula: When I find a favorite song , I always convert it to my mobile ringtone using mp3 to ringtone gold , it is easy , just download it at http://www.oursdownload.com/mp3-to-wav,wav-to-mp3,mp3-to-ringtone.html , it is wonderful .

Artist: Scarling.
Song: Baby Dracula
Why I Like It: Because it's basically making fun of the whole goth scene and telling them that they're not original anymore and that they all just want attention.

Stop your nonsence my dear
I know you need attention,
So slash an artery.....
You are so transparent,
can't see your own reflection...
you look the same to me.

Now let go...

This beating of my heart
it fell to peices,
eaten cold....
He never did what was told...
This baby sucked me dry
He failed to make it turn to stone
he took his blood and he went home...

baby dracula, a baby dracula, oh baby dracula, baby dracula..

Your romatic notion
won't hide your pale complexion
or vulnerability.....
And it hurts to know you
won't be the one acception....
eyes of philosophy...
Just let go..........

This beating of my heart
it fell to peices,
eaten cold....
he never did what was told..
This baby sucked me dry
he failed to make it turn to stone
he took his blood and he went home...

baby dracula, a baby dracula, oh baby dracula, baby dracula

I am convinced that this thread is a conspiracy of some sort.

I am convinced that this thread is a conspiracy of some sort.

AWWW it wasn't suppose to be........

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify. Look me in the eye,
and ask for forgiveness.
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again.
Yes, you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.

So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.

If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.

We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.

So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
Oh, each other when everything else is gone.

....

If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.

'Dig' - Incubus

i only caught managed to catch this verse at their last show, but the song reminds me of Devil Went Down To Georgia:

I walked up to Big Mary with a smile curled on my lips.
Tonight my name is Ahab, and I'm gonna ride those Moby Hips.
Not used to guys sitting beside her, Big Mary blushed with fear
So I put her big old hand in mind and I swear she shed a tear,

Chorus:

Big Mary - Shut Your Mouth
And bring me one more beer
You may not be the cutest little bird (girl?), but you ain't half bad from here.

I'll be going to see them again, just to get the rest of them!

Inkubus Sukkubus "Soul Inside"

Waking in the still of night
Darkness all around
Cold walls whisper to my soul
Of pleasures never found
I scream your name to shrouded ears
You hear what charms you most
And though I know what gifts you hold
I cannot love a ghost

I felt your spirit in me
It thrilled me so and I said,
"If I ever can touch your skin
My love will surely grow."

Wrapped within your lucent arms
There's safety with my love
Asylum for a bleeding heart
Though limbs not flesh nor blood
Oh, let me just be close to you
Of what else do I care
And if it means another world
Then that will be my prayer

I felt your spirit in me
It thrilled me so and I said
�If I ever can touch your skin
My love will surely grow

I felt your spirit in me
It thrilled me so and I said
If I ever can touch your skin
My love will surely grow

I felt your spirit in me
It thrilled me so and I said
If I ever can touch your skin
My love will surely grow

Fake It

Seether


Who's to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way...

Good god, you're comin' up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin' it out
and Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me dooooooown!

and just!
Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa ooh, you're such a fuckin' hypocrite

You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way, yeheah

Good god, you're comin up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
and Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just

Fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it if you feel like infection
whoa oohh, you're such a fuckin hypocrite

whoa oohh, ooh ooh a ooh oh...

I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lose your self-esteem along the way

Good god, you're comin up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
and Good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just

Fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it if you feel like infection
whoa oohh, your such a fuckin' hypocrite