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(C'mon!)
Well it's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) Well the tables have turned, I've learned no hope For the ones who live to extremes I mean, six A.M. and no sleep yet A home is a city of fear and threads I grew up in the streets at night Yeah, just tryin' to get it right What you know that the flow Is flown from the gutter I go slow, yeah, as I know That's the truth and I swear it's no joke Cause time is all to real When you're tired and broke For the pain of the lies and the prejudice Ya can't stop all the crapulous From the ends of the earth to the ends of the street Yeah, that's how ya meet And when you're gone You're gone ya see red In the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) Well it's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) It's alright now (Okay) Where is the hope when it's falling like a drunk As I look around I see punks, yeah Trying to make the move to improve But the fuckin' word you lose Though the grips getting tighter than ever And that's a long time to never be found Take a look around, yeah Put my feet on the ground But who I am ain't what I am And what I am is where I am, yeah I wanna know if you can get that A home is a city straight up fact Lost souls, they roam with no conscience Arrive life to thrive on the nonsense Back on words goes straight to your head In the city of the dead In the city, the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) In the city, the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead In the city, in the city of the dead (Well it seems like a blocked, dead path) The city of the dead runneth over with bullshit Get ready for the hard hit, yeah Got a head like a head for a radio When your time comes in your head You know you gotta go Gotta know that you Shouldn't over-simplifiy it These are the rules, yeah, you can't deny it Born and raised on a One wa trip to hell I'm on my way, hey Can I get it, yeah Check it out, the countdown has begun 4, 3, 2, 1 more time and I swear It's over with a quickness The city of the dead is a sickness |
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(People are coming from everywhere to get a touch from the lord)
Aw, yeah, now here's the situation You gotta give a number, you're late for renovation The grant is growing high, the shed's startin' to peel I can't pay it 'cause I make 150 a week Drink up, think up, you're sinkin' from the ground up Slumlord, he laughs, the rat, like a rape or a hold up, fold up The grass is always greener But the money that he's makin' That is makin' him-a scream-a Let's get straight to the problem Let's strike now, high brow Whatcha gotta do to solve 'em Somewhere your landlord, he's laughing Pays every hundred for a room On the street that's in fashion Heat is obsolete, yeah, in the slumlord mind But when you're payin' the rent You better make it on time You find your sad ass on the street Makin' friends with the concrete To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord (Yeah) (Check it our now) Abstract, intuitive, and calls very few it In the style of rhyme, should I take it to the next line From the grave comes a poison from the grapevine From the poison of the mind and to the lifeline Do it again from the mouth of a liar Knowin' the things of pride to expire Higher than this and low as a bottom You're prayin' for life itself, but you got a Weak start, weak hart, a raw deal A thing you don't feel, but it's real Livin' kinda low on the third floor Mother fuckers beatin' down on the front door To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord To the lord, to the lord, to your brain To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the, to the Hey, hey, hey, c'mom Yeah To my landlord Yeah Can't hit that hard Yeah Can't hit that hard Yeah (We've been given a new lease, a new warning from the landlord) |
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Thank you. You guys are alright, you guys are alright. Hey, who woulda thought, who woulda thought... who woulda thought, man. It's much better playing here than Los Angeles, that's for sure. It seems to me the capital of cool ain't so cool anymore, I don't know
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Ya got feet but I seem so well, hell,
Cause with fire, I can't retire to a shell You hear what I tell, didja hear what I tell You gotta bring him through ya finger, exhale Take me sooner so there ain't no doubt That the heavier sleeper sleeps without An angel to justify your dreamin' Before you settle down, because you must be seein' The many, the mirror Well check it out, superhero The fear of life and your ass is What's gettin' nearer (yeah) Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why Look yourself in the eye It ain't where you're from, it ain't where ya at It's what ya do and what ya gotta do is the the fact of the matter My tounge is my life, so I chatter You're scarin' yourself and so you scatter Rain that sat right out on the bed just with Did he learn, just might this ever end Tryin' to find a crumpet You're wonderin' why you're not it Actions speak louder than words, so they're nonstop Drop to your knees, you gotta minute to play, A second to die Fortify yourself and you fortify the lie Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why Look yourself in the eye In the eye, in the eye Look yourself in the eye In the eye, in the eye To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys In the eye, in the eye Look yourself in the eye In the eye, in the eye (Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out now) You're like the land of the lost At what cost can you deal with it I suggest you get real with it Look yourself in the eye, yeah, is it bloodshot Nearly believin' once it's not, are you not, are you not Afraid to look deeper, don't fear the reaper Wake up, wake up, wake up, when you're asleep Walker, shit-talker, I know you're feelings are deep 'Cause you fear the night stalker In the E-Y-E, see clearly Kiss your own cheek, 'cause I don't want you near me And I see right through ya, yeah, and this is gonna do enough In the eye, in the eye Look yourself in the eye In the eye, in the eye To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys In the eye, in the eye Look yourself in the eye In the eye, in the eye To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys (In the eye, in the eye) (Check it out, check it out, in the eye, in the eye) (In the eye, in the eye) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in the eye, in the eye) C'mon! |
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All wheels on the car from a 1990 truck
The one brain in your head It's in there for good luck When two go in and one and one comes out Two go in and one comes out It's 1925 and I walk the line Put the hammer Put the hammer down Put the hammer Fourteen out of twenty-four days The sixty-third, I won't get paid (hey) I'm fifty feet away from the crap A minute to break, I'm taking a dive Judge on a scale from one to ten Not in the front and not on the end And when I get up in the mix I come all undone Put the hammer Put the hammer down Put the hammer Put the hammer down Put the hammer Put the hammer down Put the hammer Put the hammer down One second, one second of humanity Where it could be, but it ain't even close And if you ask me, I don't wanna be Everyday, everyday, everyday be But I need a sick one Nothing to spend, nothing equal Every question is less than ample But you never know, yeah, you never, You never You never (Yeah! Hey!) When two go in and one and one comes out Two go in and one comes out It's 1925 and I walk the line Put the hammer Put the hammer down Put the hammer Put the hammer down (hey) (Yeah!) (Put the hammer down) |
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Get up
I'm staying here 'cause I'm fed up I spend all my time on rhymes But it just ain't enough, let's kick it out to the abstract 'Cause I'm right on track And get it a little bit constricting, yeah, I need some uplifting Too many time's I've found myself drifting A lot of it's pure, but it comes out a toxin, I'm dead locked in, I'm dead locked in They're burnin' in water, but I'm drowning in flames Take it upon yourself, what you see is what you gotta plan Make one now, like I know that you did We're gettin' solid Yeah, yeah, yeah We're gettin' solid I woke up in a scene that was bleak and I knew upon death as I was speakin' Seems I was surrounded by the meek and I knew that the shit could not be weakened Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Make one now, like I know that you did We're gettin' solid Yeah, yeah, right We're gettin' solid Alright, alright, okay Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind Solid is the brain, solid is the grind Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind We're gettin' solid altogether, here we go Gettin' involved with all the dumb shit goin' down I make a sound in the dirt, I was born to raise the static You wish you could, you never had it Always wanna hang, but you just get hung Always wanna climb, but you're on the first trunk Sung like a true trouble maker, speaker Move and you know I won't go save ya Gettin' even ain't enough, revenge is the thing That I bring with the rough stuff Make one now like I know that you did We're gettin' solid Yeah, yeah We're gettin' solid Yeah We're gettin' solid Yeah, right, yeah, right |
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Take it to the end dead
Take it to the end Take it to the dead end Check the man on the corner Who could it be, I can't see Cause his face is covered with a hood I should and I could of expected My life was disconnected The darker it gets the better I feel The less I see the more things seem real I move on, the hate I feel is to strong Connection, is made from the inner yeah I'm stayin true but still I'm made to look like A sinner who stole the soul of me I broke the mold Roll, I roll, I roll with the punches Got nothing but to move (? ) And I find that yeah Take it to the end dead Take it to the end Take it to the dead end The (? ) and the creature with a happy face Glad to see you run when you run in place Glad to see your ass when your lost in space The final punch here is here yeah Stranger in a strange land Is what I chose for myself I think the choice was right For my mental heath Cuz now no one will follow me yeah Now no one will follow me And if they do They're sure to get lost in the haze I got maze after maze after maze after maze It's amazing it's all in the brain So get your ass some water Cuz the shit is now blazing Check yourself Put yourself in check Free your mind Then you come correct I expect to give what I get And get what I give And I know that you jet When I step Life's around for the fool yeah Find ya lost yeah Your brain by the bruise I ain't givin No disrespect Just find my space and I disconnect I disconnect I disconnect Yeah And I burn for 25 years |
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Hey, there's a face out in the crowd right back there that looks like trouble. There's a face right over there, he looks like trouble. There's a face, right, right down here, he definately looks like trouble. There's some faces right in the front here,definately look like some fucking trouble. And some faces right over there, I know those fuckers look like trouble. And there's one guy right back there. He ain't so bad; he's alright.
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Stand up, yeah
You've got to manage And I won't sympathize Anymore And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me, an army of me You're alright, yeah There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong Self sufficience please And get to work And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me, an army of me (An army of me, yeah) You're on your own now We won't save you Your rescue squad Is too eshausted And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me, an army of me An army of me An army of me An army of me An army of me (Yeah!) |
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What's that sound that
(Powerman, Powerman) What's that sound that (Powerman, 5000) What's that sound that (Powerman 5000) What's that sound that you heard What's that sound that you heard What's that noise (This is Powerman 5000) What's that sound that you heard What's that noise (This is Powerman 5000) What's that sound that you heard What's that noise (This is Poweman 5000) What's that sound that you heard What's that noise (This is Powerman 5000) What's that sound that What's that sound that What's that sound What's that sound What's that What's (Yeah, yeah) |
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