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i'm sorry i couldn't live up to
so sorry i couldn't be like you i'm sorry i couldn't become what you are I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming your regret I kinda like what you put me through Maybe you're not like them Maybe they're not really your friends Maybe you think too fucking hard Too fucking hard... You can't take it from me How can you take what was never mine i could have done so much more i could have been so much more Now I'm one person less than I used to be So what am I supposed to think So what am I supposed to think So what am I supposed to think So what am I supposed to think I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming your regret I kinda like what you put me through Bitch! Hoe! Cunt! Slut! Tramp! Liar! Whore! You can't take it from me How can you take what was never mine You can't take it from me How can you take...what was never mine |
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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see their hands in the air
they lift up their prayers to the air the life that you live time that you give to the air it don't seem fair something is wrong with the machine your abberation slowly drain you of your will to be yourself i got that feeling that something is missing i got that feeling that something is wrong see the man in the ground i bury him up with the ground you wait for a sign you sit on the line em up let the master decide something is wrong... |
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| 3. |
| 5:50 |
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count the days
don't hold your breath chikitee chek 2012 the perpetrator never knew never properly represent the struggle the boy in the bubble is you not barbarino my flows unclog your souls like draino my logic-tight like plato whoop ass like kato with more troops than nato wrekkin your house like a tornado in the barbados drop down give props to the third rock first come first serve shake the spot see you not so big like you thought you was not my blood not my cuz not mi familia i play like amnesia when i sees ya who needs ya ridin my dick like a skeezah take a look around you forgot what you came here for what's your theory why ya try to play that game you can forget my name take a look around take a deep breath recollect yourself you a zero you don't respect yourself still running that weak ass game you can forget my name time to bury the bloody hatchet in your motherfucking back i laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack breakin you down fukkin you up like sprack you always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts now i'm-a-let you know what the soul for real is come correct,let me know what the deal is bro, pack your bowl, with my flow shit just ain't workin out no, i'm-a-have to let you go ain't no love no mo take a look around... take a deep breath recollect resurrect run a check from the neck up you fucked up still runnin that wekass game try to forget my name what's yo theory? ain't no love... |
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| 4. |
| 2:31 |
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you want me to give a show
i don't really want to you want to impress i don't really need to who the fuck are you? where the fuck did you come from? if you wanted to be hednigga you should have filled out an application you want me to face the crowd i don't really feel like it you want me to jump around i am not amused who the fuck are you? i gave my life to this KAH see me walkin with my demons laughin and schemin searchin for some truth and the meaning you must be confused save your breath you want me to be ethical you want me to be moral you want me to smile you want me to be normal i am not professional you want me to sing you want me to pray you want me to believe fuck that shit that shit ain't me |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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i come as i am
come when i can this man come complete with confusion i come as i am you know i got to look for got to find the connections one eye on you one eye on those rhymes the third eye a got brother's back part time i crossed out all the weak lines re-runs memorized drama confined for the moment brother man, do you got some time my sweet mother can you spare yet another dime i know this too i will leave behind all this too yes my soul will find the way back run, run away back come please show me the way back i got off track one thing is over another begins one thing starts another thing ends again... i'm tired of waiting tired of sleeping everytime i close my eyes i know i'm missing something i'm tired of wondering what i'm so fucking tired of asking always needing and wanting something i'm tired of thinking tired of wondering what i come as i am never give a damn come where i can she say she wanna skip the foreplay not a problem compulsions dictate my every decision temptations into everyone i'm giving in observe this brother in sin see how he's livin notice that shit eatin grin he's wearing not caring the niggaz high till it hurt and the confusion from the first verse make it much fucking worse his soul will find a way back |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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Give it up smooth
Stick then I move Tryin' to make sense outta of nonsense Fool Trippin' on life and my situation Brothers of earth One love-one & 1 nation I hear the voices callin' me The choices I made were mine And I don't mind I rise to the top like cream Like the Phoenix from the blunt ash Realizin' my dreams Kissin' the pacific sky The purple haze brain remain open To changin' tides I desire knowledge by nature Word to Aristotle My nature's not to hate ya So I try to put myself in the Chucks of the other man Peace to my brother Search out my pace in this World I discover man Damn, check out the colors man My eyes are man My eyes are opening wide My eyes are open I see it everyday But some things never change-no Some people livin' in fear Not knowin' about the ten dimensions The (hed) nigga reach the point of awakening I annihilate nigga who be thinkin' that they can break me The next brother can do what they want to This brother's sites are wide and true If a stupid punk sweat me The trick ass bitch'll wish He never met me So be warned my scorn is what you saw there Be down or be gone Let's get it on there Turn of the century Age of the microwave One foot on the moon But, you can see it gettin' better Believe it Young people sayin' "they ain't havin' it" So? they takin' They breakin's They tired of the status quo Fittin' to rape yo' Their eyes are open The windows are wide and far So what the f... Where you goin' Where you been Where you at If I drop the bomb Pick it up... That sexy little girl She had no father figure The Catholic skirt Put a hurtin' on the father's *?$*# Table dances-they don't cum cheap Dee-eye-see-kaye Spells "relief" Bring all your daughter to me I was a just kid I was just living It never ocurred to me that Skin could determine identity I was naive you see Don't givaf... Never did never will My eyes are open wide Pack skillz then move in for the kill |
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| 7. |
| 3:01 |
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G.I. Joe boy
Monkey suit man Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot Make less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck Squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p-i-g-c-o-w-a-r-d Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed) How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait Your pencil neck's about to break Coward, coward What's with that chip on your shoulder? What's with that chip on your shoulder? Vacuum Vak-yoom brain ded Oink-oink, cornfed No action seein' Glorified security guard Causin' more trouble than you find on your silly beat Useless & integrated The hate and race war you perpetuate will soon end Then, you'll be unemployed Checkin' my ID for a livin' Insecure, power struck excuse for a pig Smell the bacon fryin' See it dyin' in my nice dreams Slice these officers Bleedin' from the cap that me just twisted back-snap! Slut Coward, coward What's with that chip on your shoulder? What's with that chip on your shoulder? |
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| 8. |
| 5:06 |
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you see me running but you don't know what
i'm running from my own weakness come on i've got to speak this truth When I'm losin my direction i run that self-inspection I learn my lessons well Yo I fell hard you see me gettin up i'm fucking up adversity in a temporary state of clarity Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox enigma I shed that skin with the stigma roll on to the next day confusin all my critics with these topics various versatile, universal satirical analytical, personal, political you cynical MC. s, you can. t see these ryhmes comin' with reason, my eyes are open wide the havenots keep hopin' my words are spoken the chosen will someday be broken and see how their gods have all fallen you don't understand why it's so damn easy can't understand why it's so fuckin easy So how you like it like it now Yeah yeah right, whatever, whatever Well Mr. Fucking know-it-all, he got all the answers Knows all about the "industry", he ain't shit to me I got skills yo I. m the contenderI. ll rock your party tilthe motherfuckin roof come in Yeah, it. s on fire burn like that pussy in da morninghad all night to simmer Young girl wake up, the dick be in her, already I was fuckin when she had her first barbie Easy bake oven, she was pissin in her panties Ain't shit she can do that ain't been done ain't nothin wrong with you girl I ain't the one... Yeah come on, but you can. tunderstand why it. s so damn easycan. t understand why it. s so fuckin easySo how you like it like it now you can. t understand why it. s so damn easycan. t understand why it. s so fuckin easyyou can. t understand why, why, why.I tried the way the way was not mine If I get lost don. t try to find memy kind got left behind Yeah so how you gonna show me the way when it. s not minehow you gonna show me the way when your ass is blind Your way, one way, but not mine I. d rather be left behind where is your salvation when will it come? wrong How does it feel...how does it feel now How does it feel...how does it feel Punks jump up to get beat punks jump up to get beat down So many tried to make me feel like an outcast put me to the test, yo again I pass check out the flying colors all the sisters and brothers by my side Still we ride with pride U N I T Y that's what calls me, same destination we keep our salvation within Givin' all that I got for the future knowin that my journey yo will never be over I already told ya with them loops that we flowed ya Knowledge, wisdom, and experience can mold ya Hold on to your mom. s and your soul yesya stay true to yourself all else will follow ya This brother. s goin deep...a little deeperJust another man with a plan and a seed we can grow I. ll let you know just who and what I amSo what the fuck do they want from me? Why do they fuck with me The hednigga is just another human being Got my head up in the sky, walkin feet above the ground Oh yes much pussy to the left pendejos to the right of me who think they know it Yeah I tried the way but the way was not mine i tried the way the way was not mine Your way, one way, but not mine Now let. s see who gets left behind, come onHow does it feel, how does it feel How does it feel, how does it feel Punks jump up to get beat punks jump up to get beat down Punks jump up to get beat punks jump up to get beat down |
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| 9. |
| 2:07 |
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time to pay
let them burn punish and erase me high time i suffer count all my addictions that surprise erection that dirty obsession my blood is on your hands blood is on your hands turn away from me, turn away take everything away from me you can still hear me laughing at you this soul cannot be chained can i get a witness here i am so what, here i stand see you when i get there rok hard dik in my hand no, i don't expect you to understand shit in the garden of heathens we fuck confession let the motherfucker fall i watch him fall hard turn away from me, turn away cut me in half and play with me now, both of me are laughing at you |
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| 10. |
| 4:05 |
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nine hundred ninety seven revolutions
gone round the sun the spirits leave as they come rude people-the meek-the young ones wait without fear so near to the year of the new millennium these wide open eyes they look to the sky then they listen for the mission envision One head on collision with the power that be the end of your religion and the begginning of my unity Stay tuned to me, all this is new to me it got me trippin like some LSD We come deep like the sea coming high like the sky Waiting for you and yours to die Here they come, here they come, here they come Little fresh, young little girl I swear she feel like a woman to me All your boys remain boys so mamma run to me she came to me so I had to turn the trick out slappin that ass bitin them baby backs downto the bone, we in a zone yo Been on the road so long don't know when to go home yo Cross the state line to Cali. deep in Orange CountyIf ya don. t know shit about me don. t doubt meHere they come, here they come, here they come And when we come we come we come hard yeah And when we come we come come correct And when we come we come we come hard yeah And when we come we must come correct And when we come we come hard yeah And when we come we come come correct And when we come we come hard And when we come we must come motherfukin correct!! My one greatest nemesis enemy is me versus me in a battle to the death Hear my tale rattle feel the heat of my breath on the back of my own neck my heart pound in my chest no rest no trust no hope this nigger can. t cope this dope got me schizo The son should. ve listened to his mother from the get go now he get no got no love stuck up on your back like a beetlebug nigger here they come, here they come, here they come |
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| 11. |
| 4:15 |
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what was the reason?
didn't need one like instinct born into a trade not by choice but for a purpose push the rock move the stone Forever the hill your home So, have you come to resurrect me or have you come to crucify step aside or get behind me i wish someone would get behind me And the hill so very high does not give comfort And the sweat upon your brow will go unnoticed You see there will be those who come and stand Come and stand stand in the way they can' t believe that a stone can be moved So they laugh when you are still they're waiting for that hill to swallow you and spit you out Another casualty of art whose only fault was being born Born between the rock and the stone forever the hill your home I was born to move a mountain I will die before I fade away I always thought that I was chosen King of the hill, King of the hill And when the light is dim who will stand by my side Crawling on bloody knees who will believe in me Who will stand by me who will walk with me who will fly with me? I was born to move a mountain I will die before I fade away I always thought that I was chosen King of the hill, King of the hill |
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| 12. |
| 4:49 |
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Somewhere, somehow, somewhen
We'll see it happen again, my friend A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47 Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico But now you can't fool us Now you can't lie or deny so much It's obvious why none of us trust you How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon How long did you think you could trick us with lies? Can't put a cover on the skies Can't hide that face or those big black eyes So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies? Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it The message loud & clear You think we fear it Reverse it Me & mine we will embrace it So face it I got the 411 I got the CNN We on-line TV & me we kin My click is the mandelbrot set My crops lie unbroken Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt Circle perfect, bring the revelation Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin' This ain't no J.F.K. Check the I.F.O.-out the box Fresh like sightings on FOX Documenting the coming of the chariots Gods in the making, no more jiving No more fakin' the real How long did you think you could trick us with lies Tricks are for punks Can't hide the face or those deep black eyes How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies? Take me to your leader He don't even know you We the niggaz of earth Got to show you The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids Check stonehenge Go ask the Mayans 2012 soon come I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so When the skies are ripped open And the mothership lands on your cynical ass Maybe then you will believe & concede That you can't hide the sun Can't hide the moon Can't keep some secrets so big Yes, the truth must transcend And when it does, my friend I will be chillin' by the TV Rockin' with CNN Yeah, my bong in hand Surrounded by friends When the world as we know it will end |
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| 13. |
| 11:58 |
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Ohh yeah Well
I could see it,feel it the spirit as it was leaving my body no, it would not stay for a while i turned and watch it crawled away so far away, i could not see that far All those things i held so sacred they fail me they betray me these pins these needles they never leave me this crooked cross is bleeding deeply Let the wine fill my veins bring the wind to change my mind (please let me forget) wash away this dirty soul this dirty soul of mine The curtain it slowly closes the players how they quickly change around you not a trace, no familiar face only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves I reach out and i wait forever i speak out and my thoughts die high my cross is crooked my spirit is denied Let the smoke close my eyes... Bring the time to change my mind wash away this dirty soul this dirty soul of mine see this man is waiting in the park, it's raining so hard wash away this soul this dirty soul of mine Why can't you feel me? The world is dying nothing stays the same nothing good remains no one ever stays feelings always fade away people change & lives are destroyed i will never walk with you again never again will we share the days my friend........ Let the smoke close my eyes... Bring the time to change my mind... wash away this soul... |
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