Artist: The Genius w/ Master Killer, Inspector Deck, Ol Dirty Bastard
Album: Liquid Swords
Song: Duel of the Iron Mic


Intro:

Ohh mad one
We see your trap
You can never escape, your fate
Submit with honor to a duel, with my son

I agree

I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from
You know very well, it's yours too
[Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel] Heh, by the Gods, will you show me?
[buck buck buck buck buck buck ] And where do you come for?
[Duel of the Iron Mic ] You come here, since you're so interested
[Duel of the Iron Mic ] Fight me
[In the moonlight niggaz I will strike]
[What, what? Bring it!]

Verse One: The Genius

Yo
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin
Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver

Chorus: Ol Dirty Bastard

Duel of the Iron Mic!
It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

Verse Two: Master Killer

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
when the Gods get on to perform storms blew up
Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic
swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
Minds that's laced with explosive doses
Damagin lyrical launcher
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
any contender, testin the murderous Master
could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
explode through your barrier, rips the retina
Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock
Seekin for a serum, to cure em

Verse Three: Inspector Deck

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush
Out of town foes look shook but still pose
We move lioke real pros through the streets we stroll
Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh
So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold
Bulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas
No peace, yo the police mad corrupt
You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin heartless
Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin

Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard

Duel of the iron mics [The master, he must be dreaming, heh]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...]
Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, NUH [And if he is asleep]
[then I will wake him up!]
[WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!]

At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another
Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy
In the passion and depth of their struggle
They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost
Their techniques, vanished

Päiz :p

sodele, mal n bischen hardcore
comeback kid- wake the dead

This is our city of the dead
Another life owes its dreary head
We all, we try, we live, to lie
Doubting days, trying to get by
Waiting for the calling
Aniticipation in the air
We only dream of difference
City's sleeping, unaware
Break the silence, (wake the dead)
Running through these streets alone
I can't get sleep, let's break this hole
Cus' I swear, and this will render useless
I promised you, we got this far
Not gonna stop me, gonna stop me now
I'm not hiding in shadows
Wake up
Saying that this passage is clear

You said, you said, you said
this time was gonna be different
wake up the dead
[2x]

Drop me the line, something stirs inside
This isn't over yet
Shake off the dirt
Swallow regret
Stop living under the weight
Living under the weight of regret
Your regrets
Don't lose hope...
Your regrets
Don't lose hope...
Don't let it happen to you
Don't lose hope...
Which side are you gonna choose?
Cus' I'm only, I believe in seeing you RISE!

We said, we said, we said
This time was gonna be different
Wake up the dead
[4x]

Auch wenn das vermutlich zum Aufzählthread wird, in dem keiner die Postings der anderen liest, auch von mir etwas Hardcore...

Good Clean Fun - Last Night I Dreamt That An Emo Kid Loved Me

Jen, she really rocks my world, I think she is the perfect girl,
But she never seems to notice me she doesn't care about my positivity,
I try to take her by the hand, reminded her that I too am in a band,
But she doesn't seem to understand, or care about the things I've planned,
At times it seems that I've been cursed,
My love life couldn't get much worse,
But I'll keep hoping anyway

I love Jen but Jen loves Saves the Day,
I fell asleep with the radio on, it was playing Queen,
Freddy must have spoken to me, I had the strongest dream,
We turned our backs on all we knew and loved, and left the core behind,
For greener grass and thrift-store clothes and finally Jen was mine,
Won't compromise what I believe, 'cause I can see

Won't change my life to make a friend, 'cause that's not me,
I won't be bitter, I won't be mad, that's not how I am,
I've got to live my life for me, I understand,
I can be posi alone.

sodala:

Hast du nix zu tun?
Hast du Lust auf Party?

Hör mal zu:
Ich bin hier! Und wo bist?
Jetzt komm mit mir.
Ich bin die Partybiene.

Komm lass alles stehn!
Wir tanzen wie die Biene.
Möchtest du mal sehn?
Ich zeig dir wie das
OH OH!

Wir gehn' so richtig ab
Da wackeln hier die Waende
Hier macht jetz keiner schlapp
Da machen wir (ah ah)

Ich bin die Partybiene

Das Lied heisst Scheisse und Pervers und ist von Olli Banjo.
Finde es super geil wie er es schildert wenn man zuviel alk gesoffen hat .


Scheiss Alkohol, mit viel zu viel Pegel nach drei Discotheken seh' ich zwei Mädels an der Theke, versuch's mit'm Reden zu regeln:
Baby, was geht'n? Is' es 'n Segen in so 'nem verregneten Städtchen Mädchen mit solchen Hähnchenschlegeln zu begegnen? Banjo
Ich halt' nicht viel vom Reden, Du hast zwei bigge Raketen, darf ich Deine zwei dicken Kollegen drücken und kneten? Schei
Auf jeden! Wir verlegen die Gegend und betreten ihre dreckige speckige sechstöckige Dreckshütte, Pervers
die verschimmelt is', bis es zum Himmel stinkt. Und wenn sie meinen Pimmel nimmt, sag' ich, dass ich zwar Single bin, Songtexte
doch Pickel auf der Klingel sind ungesund und wenn Du Klartext brauchst: Ich wickel' mir erstmal 'ne Zehner-Packung Latex drauf. Songtext
Ich fang' an die Titten zu kneten, spüre Fäden und Drähte, höre platzende Nähte, Silikon spritzt an die Tapeten. Lyrics
Sie war genauer betrachtet älter, als ich dachte, und sagte: Du mit Deinen achtzehn, mach' mal sachte, willst Du mich schlachten? Lyric
Übrigens, ich bin Sandra und steh' nicht auf Tandra, und der Mann da drüben im Tanga ist Manni von der Schlachtbank. Liedertexte
Er sei bereit zu jeder Schandtat und was ihn wirklich anmacht, wär', wenn ich seine Frau bums' und seinen Kopf gleichzeitig an die Wand schlag'. Liedertext
Oh Shit, er hat 'ne verschissene dreckige Windel auf, sitzt in der Ecke und sagt: Pinkel' drauf! Alle
Wollte sie abschütteln, war am Rodeo reiten, wollte sie auf'n Boden schmeissen, sie meine Hoden beissen.
Und der Manni hatte 'ne Stöppe und meinte: Wollen wir mal sehen! Sie sagte: Ich habe Hepatitis a, b und c, Banjo
d, e, f, eyo und manchmal auch g! Sie hatte 'ne Krankheit mit jedem Buchstaben im Alphabet. Schei
Da gab es Tripper und Herpes für Lippen und Ärsche, Silberfische im Bär, die die Reibung beim ficken verstärken. Pervers
Mit 'nem Blumenkohl am Glied gibt's Geschlechtsverkehr. Fickt Euch selber, ich bin draussen, Ihr seid scheisse und pervers! Songtexte

Scheisse und pervers, Ihr seid scheisse und pervers!
Ich bin, Du bist, wir sind, Ihr seid Songtext
scheisse und pervers, Ihr seid scheisse und pervers!

Scheiss Alkohol, nie wieder saufen, ich schwör', es ist mein Karma. Erst letztens die Chick bei Mc Donalds und jetzt dieses Drama. Lyrics
Manni glättet die Fahrbahn, fettet die Kassette mit Rama und steckt sich eins, zwei Domian Greatest Hits in den Darmgang. Lyric
Erster. Die Welt ist völlig verrückt und am Ende. Ich erzähl', was ich seh', geh' auf's Klo und wasch' mir die Hände. Liedertexte
Es endete alles in allem Panne, so wie es anfing, und Sandra bekam von Manni das Loch gestopft wie beim Dunking. Liedertext
Und was mich anging, ich werd' noch Massenmörder oder Junkie und dreh' ganz gefährlich am Rad wie Brat Pitt in Twelve Monkeys. Alle
Die Welt ist schuld an mir und ich seh' die Welt halt verkehrt. Fickt Euch selber, ich bin draussen, scheisse und pervers.

Eazy-E - Boyz-n-the-Hood

[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that GTA

*chorus*

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit

[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

*chorus*

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

*chorus*

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is caught for doin the crime
Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time

*chorus*

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailif came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

*chorus*

[Eazy Talking]
Ya I kick ya lil ass
But that was a blast from the past motherfucker




@ BakaKusA ... du solltest die Olli Banjo lyrics nochmal checken ... da stehen manchmal so Störende wörter wie "Songtext" oder "Lyrics" drin die machen alles kaputt

2PAC LYRICS

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

DISTURBING THA PEACE LYRICS

"R.P.M."
(feat. Twista)

[Shawnna]
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]
Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to
they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body
probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Eminems Soul Calibur Song
(für alle dies noch nich kennen :o /wer SC zu hause hat also den ersten Teil, Vergleicht ma das Lied mit der Musik des Abspanns von MAXI)

Welcome back, to the stage of history

[Eminem]
Yo.. Slim Shady!

Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll..

I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)

Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to

The only key that I see to defeat you

would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you

and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe

I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse

you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you

(Bitch!) I no fuckin Gee, I'm a cannibal

I ain't tryin to shoot you,

I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you

Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass

and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress

Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)

Fuck the planet, til spins on a broken axis

I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket

to fill it full of explosive gasses

and close it back with a lit match in it

while I sit back and just hope it catches

Blow you to fragments

Laugh roll you and smoke the ashes


[Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)]

I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down

[J-Black]
Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never)
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc
Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot
One day we all gon' die
But when I die, I'ma be so high
that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
with the chalk outline still there
I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot
I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock
Now if I pray everynight (night)
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Northface
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don't reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at?

[Chorus 1/2]

[Announcer]
Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
Final battle, fight!

[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care

[Chorus]

[J-Black]
But every time I take a step, it gets dim..
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
Haha..

[Announcer]
Time's up!
You lose!

Got them x 8

eric prydz - call on me



[(call on meeeeeeeeee
call me)*4
i'm the same boy i used to be]

*n

"[STP schrieb:

adlerklaue"]eric prydz - call on me



[(call on meeeeeeeeee
call me)*4
i'm the same boy i used to be]

*n

Boaaah krrrrrrrrrasss alter, das ja ma n doller text >_>
Wär ich nie drauf gekommen^^

Kennt ihr btw schon den text der instrumental version von katzenklo?

...

:lol:

Na dann will ich auch mal:

'Velvet Kevorkian' geschrieben von dem genialen und einzigartigen Devin Townsend

I want to be where the action is
It's time again
We won't get a second chance
Everything is dying
Fuck sleep, fuck beauty, I know I have to make it alone
It's 2:45 am and I'm freaking out
All I can think of is glory, and I'm sitting in Burnaby
At 2:45 in the fucking morning
Freaking the fuck out

One month and I'm gone forever
Fuck this once and for all...
And just like all those bullshit jobs
I swore I'd never go back to
I swear I'll never go back to this life

Fuck this

Can you believe this shit people?
All you stupid fucking people
With your useless fucking lives
And your bullshit priorities
And your sick fucking wars
And your pathetic religion
And your shit music
And your sick fucking hate
Bullshit, sitcom, North American ignorance
A new time is coming
And we know you're awake in there

Who's your daddy?

Da komm ich "ÜBER" (Hanzel und Gretyl mit "the bush is on fire") :

The bush is on fire
Let that mutha bitch burn

Burn that muthafucka
Burn that muthafucka
Burn that Mutha mit der feuer auf hölle
Burn that muthafucka
Burn that muthafucka
Burn that Mutha mit der hell hell feuer!

"AtTheGates" schrieb:

gut, du was von strapping young lad, ich was von strapping young lad

Hab mir doch gedacht dass Du SYL kennst :lol:
Sind die bzw. Devin nicht einfach nur genial?

"AtTheGates" schrieb:

How Did I Get Here Tonight?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Reach This State?
How Did I Lose My Sight?

I'm Lost ... I'm Freaking
And Everybody Knows ... Everyone's Watching

...So Here's All My Hopes And Aspirations
Nothing But Puke
God, I'm So Lonely...

Vor allem an dieser Stelle habe ich dermaßen Gänsehaut...einfachder Wahnsinn. Hörst Du auch die 'solo'-Scheiben von ihm?

Ach ja, ein weiterer Text...ok, wies siehts hiermit aus:

Love?

MARCH!!!

LOVE...is a way of feeling
LOVE is a way of feeling less alone
So what's all the fuss about?!?

LOVE: the paradox of needing
OH LOVE,
MAKE WAY FOR BREEDING

I know what I stand for;
I STAND FOR ME!!!

I'll wait for the night to come
So far, suicide at home
For I'm not the man you know
This love it's about control

OH WHAT A FEELING!!!!!
OH WHAT A FEEDING!!!!!
Know the chosen ones ARE HERE!
ALL HAIL!!!

I'll wait for the night to come
So far, suicide at home
For I'm not the man you know...
This love,
IT'S ABOUT CONTROL

ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE

thread reanimate ala "RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE"

Es is fünf Uhr früh am Morgen und ich gehe durch meine Straße
viel zu lange Nächte wie Tage
jetzt will ich nur noch schlafen
aber während ich so gehe wird alles ausgeblendet
immer dunkler wie ein Zimmer und die Welt um mich verschwindet
nur noch Schmerz um mich rum und Stille
dann Gemurmel in Sprachen die ich nicht spreche
doch ein Wort erkenn ich "Porno"
ein Spotlight auf mich, weißes Licht, ich muss blinzeln
und fühl mich beobachtet von tausend Augen und Linsen
ich schweb in der Mitte einer Arena
auf einer Plattform mit Düsen
die Masse erhebt sich von den Plätzen , um die Kämpfer zu begrüßen
ohrenbetäubender Lärm von weit entfernten Sternen,
kamen Wesen jeder Rasse um diesen Fight zu sehen
der Champion der Galaxis baut sich auf vor mir,
mit tausend Gliedern, 3 Köpfen, Takt nickend, Hass blickend, Gruß erwidernd
da kommt der Beat rein mit Snares die mich zu Boden drücken
der Gegner macht sich breit, mir läuft`s kalt über den Rücken
zehntausend Aliens nicken mit verschiedensten Körpern,
schreien in zehntausend Sprachen,
Sprüche die mich zum Kampf fordern
das Elend vor mir entfaltet
Dinger die ich für Arme halte,
fünf Meter lang sind und sich in zwanzig Finger spalten,
geschärfte Krallen an allen,
eine Riesenlunge, sie pumpt die Luft in drei Köpfe mit zehn Augen und
jeweils einem Mund
er rappt in einer Sprache mit mehr Vokalen Konsonanten und Frequenzen,
mit drei Stimmen geshuffelt, klar ist, dass sie mich bekämpfen
seine Krallen schwingen wie Sensen
die Luft fängt an zu glitzern
er fokussiert mich mit allen Augen und schießt auf mich mit Blitzen
da kommen die ersten Feuerbälle und streifen mich am Arm
mein Hemd zerreist und Blut fließt auf meine Haut, es wird warm
sein Organ harrt im Kanon mit sich selbst über dem Beat
reißt Löcher in die Luft aus denen er neues Feuer zieht
das Mic, dass in der Mitte schwebt
dreht sich um und schwenkt an einem hydraulischem Gelenk
bis es vor meiner Nase hängt
ich sauge Luft ein und bemerke
wie sich meine Glieder stärken
meine Blicke verschärfen
und meine Fäuste sich härten
Glied für Glied überzieht meinen Körper flüssiges Chrom
und ich schwebe, wild flexend, vor diesem Mikrofon
das Chrom pulst im Takt
gibt mir Kraft und ich schieße
mit tausend Fäusten, die sich spiegeln
während sie das Monster prügeln
je mehr Punchlines ich gebrauche
um so tiefer ich tauche
die Base und Snare seh` ich quer
vor mir das Biest aus Wunden rauchen
umso mehr Schläge wir tauschen
drück ich ihn zurück mit Feuerbällen
Laserstrahlen, Chrompunches und Plasmawellen
er kippt langsam um, das Mic wird rot,
die Menge tobt,
ich spring rüber auf seine Plattform und helfe ihm hoch
unfassbarer Applaus die ganze Galaxie im Haus
er nickt nur, als ich zu ihm sage "ey wir machen einen drauf!"

Sonderbar sonderbar, die Bar wo ich dann trinken war
flüssiges Methylbier, manche Drinks stinken zwar,
knallen doch, ich häng mit Wesen
die meine Gedanken lesen
und ich denke "ey ich sauf euch Wixer untern Tresen"
Alienbitches mit zehn Titten
und an jeder sechzehn Nippel
nicken zu meinen Geschichten während sie Blausäure kippen
wir rauchen Kippen mit Plutogras
legen Lines Andromedas
und ziehn an Pfeifen von Saturn mit irgendeinem Etwas
kommt ein Typ mit elf Armen
und zwei Mündern, die mich fragen
vielleicht könnte er auf ein Beatfabriktape ein Autogramm haben
ich sag "klaro mein Freund, wir machen Jams auf dem Pluto"
und er macht von uns beiden ein holografisches Foto
noch ein letztes Lavabier,
Promolle MC's, mein Revier
ist jede Bar von Westberlin bis zum Spiralnebel C4
ich nicke ein im Barstuhl und schnarche mich zum Schlaf
selbst im Traum bin ich noch knülle und seh` ein doppeltes Schaf
da sagt eine Stimme, die ich kenne,
warum ich denn so penne
ich öffne meine Augen und liege in Kick seinem Sessel
im Beatfabrikkeller, Smex und Kick liegen auch rum
gucken auf den power mac, dann schauen sie beide dumm
so viele Spuren, an die sich niemand von uns drei mehr erinnert
irgendwie war alles anders, aber dann doch wie immer...

Prinz Porno - Morgens

iiiindestructible

I wont let nobody break me down

Duck Sauce (Armand Van Helden & A-Trak):

Barbra Streisand
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Barbra Streisand
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Barbra Streisand
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Barbra Streisand

(...) Anyway, back to Vertigo: this song sucks so much because of the unique tag-team trio of shitty music, the forced chic of iPod ads, and its stupid fan base. I looked around on some U2 message boards to see what the fans were saying about this song and its turgid lyrics, here's what fan member "Bob" has to say:
"Vertigo actually has some seriously heavy lyric - but I bet most of mainstream radio listeners will never know what they mean - I love that! It makes me feel priviledged [sic] to know what the man has to say - there are so many invaluable messages in their albums, certainly this one will be another thought provoking and life influencing scripture. "
Here's a sample of the "seriously heavy lyrics" in Vertigo:

WoooAoo! WoooAoo! WoooAoo! WoooAoo!


And who could forget this poignant verse:

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Maddox, 2004

Edit: Lotta gravedigging recently amirite?!