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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh ! For scum like you, I have no fucking pity *Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave **So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet *Repeat **Repeat(x2) The chamber spins three... |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey Chorus |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart * Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of wath you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? *Repeat Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
A man with a promise smashes down my door
He sees a future with me, he's gonna give me more "Give all your trust, I'm sure you won't regret Just sign the dotted lind, and I'll do so the rest" He says I can't make it alone, not without him But I've always been on my own, he doesn't know who I am And now I'm starting to see just what you are to me * You feed off the art that I bleed You're a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me A man broke his promise and he wants reparations He sold me up the river, caused me grief and frustration I gave him all my trust and got stabbed in the back A lucky motherfucker that he hasn't yet been whacked You ain't no fuckin' artist, spend your life exploiting others Try all you want, you can't break me or my brothers A business man vulture, no honor, no class Take your money and your lawyers and shove'em up your ass ** You feed off the art that I bleed Numbers to you is just pain to me *** Now the tables are turned Can't you see motherfucker that you'vre been burned Your a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me You ain't shit to me **Repeat ***Repeat |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I found a way out, a solution inside
From the things that are bothering me It's been too long since I felt this way From your sad life I broke free Don't ever think that you ripped me apart And walked away with a piece Cause you can not penetrate my cold heart And fill it with your disease I wonder now how I lived before Deaf, dumb, dead and blind I moved my life forward and I'm never goin' back And I've left you far behind There's a lot of things that I've now realized From the way that you treated me It's bullshit and it's hatred you epitomized You were blessed to have been with me * You filled my life with your disease I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Disease is flowing through my veins I'd rather die right now than live in pain Looking around at the past and the present Things are so much better now Your misery wanted my company But you can't keep a good man down Whatever made me want to be with you Is something I can't understand Cuz if I never saw your fucking face again I'd die a happy man *Repeat(x2) |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've fot to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've fot to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last A average day in th middle of a life Terminated by a sharp knife Killing, spilling the liquid blood As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud You might say this song is in poor taste But I must discuss the waste * Of lives of friends that I have lost Who pays the price, who pays the cost Can't cry, just anger till the end It burns inside to lodse a friend Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime Labelled habitual, a loser three times Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone Whatever, the future's unknown Unless you believe in predestination of fate The letter read termination It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face Through the blood, what a fucking waste *Repeat **My friend was there until the end (my friend) Can never be replaced The pain that I taste (it's over) What a fucking waste *Repeat Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test Is therea god, sometimes I just can't believe My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed Something quite hard to conceive People dying everyday there's got to be a better way The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay *Repeat It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks Escalation, war in the streets Catch one sucker and he gets beat What you see is what you get Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn You best watch your back ! It took you damn long To hear me sing this song Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong Side of the tracks Yo ! Hey I'm from around the way You'd better not stay on the wrong Side of the tracks Ducking from the 5-0 Didn't know where to go Never should've stepped on the wrong Side of the tracks Hey ! Yo cuz I'm good to go I gotta get back from the wrong Side of the tracks *Across the tracks No one thakes your back Across the tracks The boys in the gang Want to dee me hang Well I had my bells rang on the wrong Side of the tracks Strapped, abroken pact Caught in a trap on the wrong Side of the tracks Wrong or right, I had to fight I ran for daylight to the right Side of the tracks A lesson to learn When the tables are turned You might get burned on the wrong Side of the tracks *Repeat |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here
Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing clear Stripped of my rights by the words of another Locked in a cell with my victimized brothers In this country, the land of the free I'm an innocent man arrested guilty I stand accused, innocent of the crime Not yet been sentenced but I'm already doing time *Mistaken identity, handcuffed face down Mistaken identity, my freedom gagged and bound Surrounded by convicted felons, locked down in this cell What did I ever do to earn this living hell Busted by cops in need of a collar Eating donuts four to twelve to earn their dollar In this country, the land of the free I am an innocent man arrested guilty The criminal justice system plagued with dishonesty They should judge themselves instead of crucifying me *Repeat A pussy power trip to throw me in the joint I feel sorry for you because you're nissing the point You picked the wrong motherfucker and followed it through Let the hammer of injustice fall on you You have the right to remain silent Was bullshit the he said Put your hands where I can see them Make one move and you're dead *Repeat To fill a quota and treat my life Like a number or a statistic make once innocent youth outraged Angry and ballistic *Repeat(x2) |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Early man walked away as modern man took control
Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind Then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind We're only gonna die From our own arrogance |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment *Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? *Repeat |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
It looks like the system tries to hold me down But guess what? I ain't fucking around You can't deny the pride that I have shown I grind hard and I must hold my own Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Someday I'll have my peace of mind I'll keep fightin', one day I will find A decent life where self-respect is shown Until then I must hold my own Always under pressure I take things as they come Always looking up, look out for number one! My views got you in check, I never back down, I pack a hard punch, and I always stand my ground I - will not back down Holding my own, I stand my ground You will not break me My belief is my way can't you see ? Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Never back down |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? *Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey *Repeat |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I question not me, it only happens to others I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Lack of trust, all alone
Lookin' down at the bottom of a hole I've no trust, bare my soul Are we alone or do we have friends Or are we just searchin' for a means to an end What up, peace out, my boys and all that But as soon as we leave they talk behind our backs Low selfimage of the way things are Either way we lose and we can never go far 'Cause always we'll wonder as to just what's the deal It just depends on what you feel is real Perception is everything inside our brains With much bigger problems, no time for games Of people acting down but it's just a facade Can't say it to my face, isn't that odd Just what exactly does trust mean Is it about being down with the scene Or is it about following your own true heart And being true to your friends to the end from the start Just what is wealth it's just how you view it It's not having to wonder whether or not you might lose it It can't be about material gain If you're drowning alone neck deep in pain To trust and lay your soul on the line May not be the nature of most humankind Lookin' over your shoulder is no way to go So stick with true friends and do without the doubt |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
You don't care about
Self doubt coming out from inside out Knock you down, across town all around the underground Shooting and disputing you're always persecuting With your attitude and fucked up views tattooed, rude and crude Denying, glorifying your way of life while crucifying Close your eyes for the ride while you glorify your false pride In any case you're blue in the face 'cause you lost your place in the human race That pushed you to do what you do so fuck you and your point of view I used to doubt myself because I lived without What I needed inside My pride, comes from inside Nothing to hide enough tears cried My pride won't be denied Moan and groan and chew the bone about the zone you call your own Grow your own backbone hold your own and stand alone Why pretend and be content with all the hate you hold innate Pull your weight, it ain't too late to recreate your inner state Discontent with time ill spent time has come and time has went Now you vent while you torment why resent ? misrepresent The scene between the lean and mean serene, extreme, the American dream Live alive revive and thrive on life deprived as I survive I'm fuckin' pissed off I used to be so angry I'd disagree with anything that went against inside me But things have changed I've rearranged in exchange for all the pain I kept inside and tried to hide denied and lied, but kept my pride By my side in good supply all the while, hostile And senile, I never smiled at anyone but now I'm done A battle won for number one so look and see and you'll agree I live life free, I now know me I am a man who knows he can I know I can, I take my stand |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
The monster of hate overcomes rational thought
Fast fuse burning the lessons I've been taught It's just too late to remember who I am The things that I believe in and the way that I stand About peace, harmony, respect for fellow man All that shit just got thrown against the fan In my violent rage, they say that I am a criminal There ain't no labels within the human animal In this world of bigotry and pain The violence spreads and terror reigns The opinions in our minds replace our souls As the human animal takes control The path of self-destruction has brought me to this point As modern day society cracks arthritic joints No mercy is shown, it's hitting all my weak spots I never had a gun, but now I wanna hear gun shots I sleep not for fear, I get no rest Twisted in a sense, 'cause my button has been pressed How many ways have you shown me that you hate me And then you wonder why what have you done to me lately I am an animal The human animal A human animal Tension building, I'm being pushed too far I need a release, take the lid of this jar My voice seems useless in this situation Time to take action, release frustration Everyone has limits, only so much you can take Antagonizing pressure is the icing on the cake Physical abuse, induced or subliminal Open the door, unleash the human animal Flashes of red my vision of distortion Like a virus, it spreads, giving each his portion Contagious psychopath, the vibe is in synch Movin' like a pack, we're back to basic instincts Wild at heart, now we show our true colors In the path of desperation, we forget about our brothers Who would die for us, now, we die for no man Deranged from the instance, violence came too hard Instinctual behavior in the given situation Leaves us with no call for rationalization |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time
To listen to your shouting a wordless pantomime Can't you see it falls on deaf ears Filling me up with your point of view Your opinions are your own, I got mine too What I think don't mean nothing to you When the shit hits the fan And you're forced by the man Who holds the key to our promised land Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand 'Cause it's all been laid out in the New World Plan Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat Without a mind of its own - diseased and fat I can't let my life go out like that 'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected Take a look around, do you feel protected Like garbage in a dump our lives have been rejected A blind man leading the not so blind Creating false truth to fill our minds To listen to yourself would be a crime It all comes back to you some time Like it or not, they got a number on me I will not break for your demands Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand Caught in a trap, the bait was free Like it or not, they got a number on me I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me Faster and harder so God help me flee From the lies that we're free and the powers that be That push the rich forward between you and me But agree to agree with no guarantee Of something to live for I'll die if need be I stand up for all as I fight to be free |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
A child is told from day number one
He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb Generations pass down low self self esteem We're molded by things we've heard and seen Or punched in the mouth for being unsure Or locked behind the closet door We learn what we live, we live what we learn Abuse of innocence to evil we turn Can anybody hear their cries Can anybody tell them why You gotta read between the lies People die when love is denied One of many lessons i learned to be like You ain't gonna live like you You made me what I am today So close to you, yet so far away The pain you lived with made you ill An empty hole with nothing to fill I forgive and love you forever still A waste of time, a waste of life Livin' on the edge of a sharp fuckun' knife I can't blame you for never being around I know you never meant to hurt and bring me down Look in their eyes to hear their cries And you will see all their pain lying dormant inside Now realize as time passes by That people die when love is denied |
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from Demon Knight (데몬 나이트) by Ed Shearmur [ost] (1994)
Beaten senseless in everyway
Life dissappears, get's blown away New world chaos in disarray A second to die and forever to pray The time has come to push to fight, to die, to live This time I take the fall Don't sort them out just kill them all Just never push my back against the wall Beaten senseless, violent relentless No hope defenseless, beaten senseless Now you pushed me over the edge Can't take it no more, I'm seeing red Beaten senseless over the head Never gonna stop until your all f**king dead Vengeance is my only thought Rage, abuse, the wars I've fought Self preservation is self taught Turn your back and you'll be caught Crushing pain intensity a violent beating senselessly so cruel, agony Broken spirit, broken home, a broken man who can not cope with pain, misery |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Just look at the state we're in
People at odds there's nuclear fission Mad beef with technology Shit ain't right, not like it used to be We pollute the air we breathe And the water that we drink Modern tempers rage and seethe Why don't we stop and think At the current rate we're sealing our fate It's much too late for a world based on hate We've entered the time of quarrel Human beings can't coexist No more respect for morals Our values have been dismissed It starts in vicious circles and then it filters down From governments to local gangs Confrontation all around State of panic we hang by a thread The earth will be safe when we're all dead Call me pessimistic, the glass is empty After the blast a new society Fear spawns greed and see what it brings A world where no one enjoys the small things Happiness comes from these and within But we will never find it if we're boiling in sin |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
If you were to ask for a favor
There is no such thing, just natural behavior You see we're family inside To say we're down with you, yo we say it with pride Because to us you're real people Never talkin' down, always as an equal We're brothers of blood, we share the knife And now we'll see, Who is down for life But you front and leave us in doubt We know who you are and what you're all about Not sharing mutual respect And Having to worry about stickin' out our necks Instead of crying about the loss We're thankful for those who are down for the cause We live our lives full of rage Keepin' ourselves down, mentality of the stone age Negative emotions project zero Worryin' and hating, you'll never be a hero Reach around our back and pull out the knife And knowing exactly who's down for life |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
What makes us tick
Are we mentally sick Feeling inside that drive us like pride Or emotional scars from our friends that have died And make us build walls so incredible high They exceed the ceiling from the terrified feelings Which we often repress and end up depressed Some vent it as rage, it's the fashion these days In a twisted society, we drown in anxiety Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in a fit, what makes us tick Has man gone insane, are we feeling the strain We must dig and must pick at what makes us tick Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in the thick as to what makes us tick Can you feel the pain that I feel No So let me tell you about what is real Go The pain inside, it kills me, I cry So What is it that makes us tick Can you hear the cries that I cry Why Leave me alone, I'm ready to die Die For me I lie to myself Just what is it that makes us tick |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Your cards were dealt when
You drove through the night As a man in dark clothes came into your sight The barrel tapped the glass You reached the window lock Get the fuck out the car And leave it in the crosswalk He climbed into your seat And dropped a vial of crack Pissin' down your leg, you're a victim of carjack Feel the cold steel as I pull the hammer back Bang! You're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that Society, pushed him down and out Soul provider what's it all about Religion, faith can we do without Social pressure we're too strung out Another bad hand the cards have been dealt Kid of fourteen, high aspirations held To get ahead and run shit with his powerful will Told by his role model, you're old enough to kill See my ride, my bitches and my loot If ya wanna survive be prepared to shoot Stay hard like me, you're bound to do well A waste of precious life, twenty five and an L I'll put a bullet in your head for the colour of your skin This is my neighborhood who the fuck let you in I'll stick with mine stay with your own kind The virus of hate infects the ignorant mind |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Look into the yes of a madman
You can see it in his face, he's a weak and sad man Staring straight ahead, his eyes set like stone With a nine millimeter cocked at your dome No way out, it's too late 'cause you're already in it So what'cha gonna do you'll be dead in a minute Thinking slow will get you nowhere fast A young life terminated with one short blast You live like that, you die like this That 's how it is Livin' with regret is no way to live That's how it is You're dead too soon if the bullet don't miss That's how it is kid How it is That's what you get for Living like this With a bullet in your head - you're dead, you can't miss Ain't no time for regret when you're body is in a bag Ain't no time to change your mind when your head begins to sag Should've known better, ain't working for you now Maybe if you'd know better you'd be here somehow So change your ways before you ways change you With a hole in your head that you can see through You're looking up and you're looking down Shot's are rippin' out from all around You're crying out for help but it can't be found The voice of regret is the only sound You play the game and you pay the price For hustlin' in the gutter with the motherfuckin' street lice You're runnin' and gunnin' and whatever else goes And you're goin' with your crew whichever way the wind blows "cause you got their back and they got yours And you live for yourself and you make your own laws But sooner or later what goes around comes around You wind up dead and buried in hard, cold ground |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Here's a dedication
To the men and women who've served in Vietnam From our generation to you and your family... Respect is long overdue Memories of blood, red, white, blue Orange skies at night, southeast Asia knew You were called to serve and you did it well For us you've made a round-trip through hell Wars within wars, within wars To survive you made your own laws Every day and night to stay alive You kept your head down and your powder dry Memories of families It's God i've known Take me home Now you live asking God why He didn't take you when your brothers all died Explosions shake the dreams in your head at night in bed Don't wake him up or you'll end up dead Try to understand his pain He still sees blood stains that remain In his heart and mind, try to numb the pain People think they understand Sat watching TV back on quiet land They spit on you now we'll spit back for you Our hearts, our voice, gift of our hands What can they do for you and those who served And died, we pay respect to the families Who still cry Your kids are now full grown With the love and pride you should have known Back when your country brought you home Still now you fight the tears and face your fears each day But the horrors of fact won't go away For 2300 MIA's or POW's to this day We remember and pray for you |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Walkin' five blocks every day to earn my keep
It ain't easy when you're walkin' on these streets Runnin' on a tightrope it's a real thin line Thinkin' that you might die this time Some things will never change, a street education So close yet so far, just a block from the station Standin' on the corner, I might get taken out Five blocks to the subway, just five blocks away Five blocks to the subway, I can do that any day There's a local wise guy he owns the whole damn block It's easy doin' business when you're payin' off the cops Makin' money pushin' drugs wouldn't stop if he could Killin' kids in his own damn neighborhood Watch out for muggers and the pickpockets beware You get to play these games when you pay transit fare Trials and tribulations, a journey made each day This is my reality,the hardest game to play Standin' on the platform and I'm waiting for the train Good thing I'm underground, now it's startin' to rain Always stand alone, hold the wall up with my back Or else you might get pushed on to the tracks |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Each day I have another choice too
To try and make things right I awake from the nightmare Another day closer to the grave With a personal affair And my fright is in moderation It just might be the death of me I am aware I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way (each day) Each day I need some kind of release To pull the trigger on my soul and Breathe through the bullet hole I need some peace Before I am deceased I want to see my world in its Negative state became a positive Place my unleashing all the hate within I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way (each day) |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal Staking a claim on an estate that is real Pay the mob's price for your own protection Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit The space between the death of our friends is so close This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose Last month a gunshot, a typical story That's just the way it goes in a failed territory No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in The vacuum of the street so powerful Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole And the odds are that we'll never grow old Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip Day to day death, wish we all carry inside Welcome to your suicide So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew Living here doesn't offer much else to do But get into beef and take each other's back Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth But the only thing holding you down is yourself On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car Nothing you can do. Just another sad story Wake up, break out An epitaph from your own self doubt |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Lack of trust, all alone
Lookin' down at the bottom of a hole I've no trust, bare my soul Are we alone or do we have friends Or are we just searchin' for a means to an end What up, peace out, my boys and all that But as soon as we leave they talk behind our backs Low selfimage of the way things are Either way we lose and we can never go far 'Cause always we'll wonder as to just what's the deal It just depends on what you feel is real Perception is everything inside our brains With much bigger problems, no time for games Of people acting down but it's just a facade Can't say it to my face, isn't that odd Just what exactly does trust mean Is it about being down with the scene Or is it about following your own true heart And being true to your friends to the end from the start Just what is wealth it's just how you view it It's not having to wonder whether or not you might lose it It can't be about material gain If you're drowning alone neck deep in pain To trust and lay your soul on the line May not be the nature of most humankind Lookin' over your shoulder is no way to go So stick with true friends and do without the doubt |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
You don't care about
Self doubt coming out from inside out Knock you down, across town all around the underground Shooting and disputing you're always persecuting With your attitude and fucked up views tattooed, rude and crude Denying, glorifying your way of life while crucifying Close your eyes for the ride while you glorify your false pride In any case you're blue in the face 'cause you lost your place in the human race That pushed you to do what you do so fuck you and your point of view I used to doubt myself because I lived without What I needed inside My pride, comes from inside Nothing to hide enough tears cried My pride won't be denied Moan and groan and chew the bone about the zone you call your own Grow your own backbone hold your own and stand alone Why pretend and be content with all the hate you hold innate Pull your weight, it ain't too late to recreate your inner state Discontent with time ill spent time has come and time has went Now you vent while you torment why resent ? misrepresent The scene between the lean and mean serene, extreme, the American dream Live alive revive and thrive on life deprived as I survive I'm fuckin' pissed off I used to be so angry I'd disagree with anything that went against inside me But things have changed I've rearranged in exchange for all the pain I kept inside and tried to hide denied and lied, but kept my pride By my side in good supply all the while, hostile And senile, I never smiled at anyone but now I'm done A battle won for number one so look and see and you'll agree I live life free, I now know me I am a man who knows he can I know I can, I take my stand |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
The monster of hate overcomes rational thought
Fast fuse burning the lessons I've been taught It's just too late to remember who I am The things that I believe in and the way that I stand About peace, harmony, respect for fellow man All that shit just got thrown against the fan In my violent rage, they say that I am a criminal There ain't no labels within the human animal In this world of bigotry and pain The violence spreads and terror reigns The opinions in our minds replace our souls As the human animal takes control The path of self-destruction has brought me to this point As modern day society cracks arthritic joints No mercy is shown, it's hitting all my weak spots I never had a gun, but now I wanna hear gun shots I sleep not for fear, I get no rest Twisted in a sense, 'cause my button has been pressed How many ways have you shown me that you hate me And then you wonder why what have you done to me lately I am an animal The human animal A human animal Tension building, I'm being pushed too far I need a release, take the lid of this jar My voice seems useless in this situation Time to take action, release frustration Everyone has limits, only so much you can take Antagonizing pressure is the icing on the cake Physical abuse, induced or subliminal Open the door, unleash the human animal Flashes of red my vision of distortion Like a virus, it spreads, giving each his portion Contagious psychopath, the vibe is in synch Movin' like a pack, we're back to basic instincts Wild at heart, now we show our true colors In the path of desperation, we forget about our brothers Who would die for us, now, we die for no man Deranged from the instance, violence came too hard Instinctual behavior in the given situation Leaves us with no call for rationalization |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time
To listen to your shouting a wordless pantomime Can't you see it falls on deaf ears Filling me up with your point of view Your opinions are your own, I got mine too What I think don't mean nothing to you When the shit hits the fan And you're forced by the man Who holds the key to our promised land Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand 'Cause it's all been laid out in the New World Plan Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat Without a mind of its own - diseased and fat I can't let my life go out like that 'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected Take a look around, do you feel protected Like garbage in a dump our lives have been rejected A blind man leading the not so blind Creating false truth to fill our minds To listen to yourself would be a crime It all comes back to you some time Like it or not, they got a number on me I will not break for your demands Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand Caught in a trap, the bait was free Like it or not, they got a number on me I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me Faster and harder so God help me flee From the lies that we're free and the powers that be That push the rich forward between you and me But agree to agree with no guarantee Of something to live for I'll die if need be I stand up for all as I fight to be free |
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from Biohazard - State Of The World Address (1994)
A child is told from day number one
He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb Generations pass down low self self esteem We're molded by things we've heard and seen Or punched in the mouth for being unsure Or locked behind the closet door We learn what we live, we live what we learn Abuse of innocence to evil we turn Can anybody hear their cries Can anybody tell them why You gotta read between the lies People die when love is denied One of many lessons i learned to be like You ain't gonna live like you You made me what I am today So close to you, yet so far away The pain you lived with made you ill An empty hole with nothing to fill I forgive and love you forever still A waste of time, a waste of life Livin' on the edge of a sharp fuckun' knife I can't blame you for never being around I know you never meant to hurt and bring me down Look in their eyes to hear their cries And you will see all their pain lying dormant inside Now realize as time passes by That people die when love is denied |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Monday yawning school's so boring
Or go to work like a jerk and end up snoring Tuesday's mail never fails Collection agency wants me in jail Wednesday's rules got me ignoring deploring, my tensions roaring Thursday same shit different day But these motherfucking rules will never ever go away Fuck the rules Friday night gonna be out of sight If you're 21 they say drinking might be fun On Saturday Bible says seventh day The day of rest so have it your way Go for a ride keep it under 55 Respect the Badge don't drink and drive On Sunday gotta survive these fascist fools Take your freedom back from the bullshit rules Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down Fuck the rules Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down Fuck the rules |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
So many things these eyes have seen,
People I've met and places I've been, Inconceivable how one maintains, In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain, How reality's plane can wear you down, And make you an insane man who only frowns, City hardened and cold just like me, Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see. Like a workingman's skin as it turns to leather, The mind of the youth is forced to weather, An assault on his senses by his parents and peers, That preys on innocence, weakness and fears, Manifestation of rage runs deep, Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep, Violent reaction, bitter and mean, A product of what these eyes have seen. These eyes have seen inhuman sights, I hold my breath with all my might, Like anyone else in our own hells, It seems obscene the things I've seen. Lost count of how many wakes were attended, Mind and body never quite mended, Do you think this is what life intended? At fourteen your life has ended, Maybe your spirit is battered and broken, From shit you've seen and words that were spoken, Death, violence, drugs all around, These eyes have seen some shit go down. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Emptiness slips into my mind,
Emotion so fucking hard to find, I center myself in this universe, With peace amongst all the pains and hurts, I think of all the things that would've been, And the time I could've spent with him, But again comes sadness creeping in. Taken by surprise stigmatized by the things I've seen with my own eyes, Traumatized until I realize that I gotta go on with my life. I can only guess what I should've done then, Wandering alone on the path I've chosen, Lumbering along towards inevitable fate, I await an answer, I wrestle with hate, I question your life and the choices you made, I question myself with righteousness and rage, Confused and sick from mistakes I've made. Questions to ponder about letting go, answers I find towards peaceful flow, People take shit for granted as given, not in this world that I live in, In my eyes, I realize. No more lies stigmatized. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
On your knees before the mighty them,
receive communion once again, Obey and follow strict laws to the letter, Do as you're told and life will be better, Go with the flow, avoid the strife, let unknown powers rule your life, A box of glass dictates your death stolen minds innocence last breath. On your knees pray to the one you appease. Whatever happened to the good old days no mental smokescreen subliminal haze, Corporate society prints out your thoughts spirituality sold and bought. Now your life is all dictated, all you stood for, all you hated, Establishment prevails again on your knees before the mighty them. Look in my eyes and you will find, Another way to get through your life, Stare at my face, make up your mind, And you will find love at first sight, Connect your soul now get online, Mind control taking your life. Try not to look 'cause you might turn to stone, How much time do you really think on your own? Just trying to be yourself don't wanna be like no one else, It was something that was once pure and the truth was meant to endure, Gotta find out who's to blame gotta end this mind control game. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Cleansing
(Print the Lyrics) The dirt's so thick it won't come clean, All around a haze like a smoke screen, I can't see you but you see me, But I might be gone before you count to three. The waters are totally polluted, The armies inside my head have feuded, One side has smothered the other, The disease it spreads and begins to cover. Maggot infested soul of mine, Has painted me in a corner confined. My vision is blurred no reason or rhyme, Help me escape these walls I climb. I'm drowning in my own shit, gasping, Gagging on the vomit asphyxiated, grasping, For a grip on the soap with the rope, So I can get clean and begin to cope, Scrub me 'til I'm raw, an open sore oozing Unless I'm clean I might start losing. My mind and my life would have a fucked-up ending, Thank God if you ever see cleansing. Sewn my eyes shut can't you see I'm smothered? Deaf, dumb and blind the dirt has covered The windows which let the light shine through, Cleansing of the soul for I am you. The last time I slept I dreamt. My friend and I we got so high. On top of mountains, deep in the sky, Way up high where the white goes by. The air is thin and hard to breathe. But with a friend near, by your side, you can conquer the world or wander around all starry-eyed. I laid there and dreamt along for a ride. I took in the journey, my friend beside. It all seemed so real, it all seemed surreal, my friend and I were one deep inside. These dreams come and go and are never the same. I await new journeys asleep I remain. When I hold my eyes shut tight I dream. When I dream at night through my dreams I scream. Why do people have to go and fucking change? What pushed my friend to tap the vein? Asleep at night I visit my friend. Asleep at night I miss my friend. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
We used to be part of the same thing,
But now you make strides for the gold ring, You make our sacred ground into a slaughterhouse, You used to look me in the eye but now you look me up and down. Competition always looking out for self, Indecision and then your friendship fell, No religion no ethics in your ways, I pray for you to see the error of your days, I pray for you to see the error of your ways. Step up for the crew to represent, But what do you stand for? You only resent. It was all for one, but now you blew it, I know you're not down and I can see right through it. Competition always looking out for self, Indecision and then your friendship fell, No religion no ethics in your ways, I pray for you to see the error of your days, I pray for you to see the error of your ways. .. What you give is what you get and I know it's not respect. What you give is what you get jealous ways you'll soon regret. Competition always looking out for self, Indecision and then your friendship fell, No religion no ethics in your ways, I pray for you to see the error of your days, I pray for you to see the error of your ways...x2 What you give is what you get and I know it's not respect. What you give is what you get jealous ways you'll soon regret. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
I wonder why my momma always cried
Was it for how fast we lived and died? Or because we never got our piece of the pie? Busting at the seams, The American Dream Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams Parents with good intentions never mention The Brooklyn House of Detention Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die Locking us down, we got cops all around The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound But you only wanted a piece of the pie And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies On the day that you die, but we're free to fly And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say, American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say, American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Times are changing, things come and go,
Things are getting worse the earth, a black hole, I say to myself "Will this shit ever change?" Will it ever improve or will it stay the same? It's plain to me that things are amiss, Because I've seen better days than this, How could we let it get as bad as it is? Because I've seen better days than this, It's plain to me that things are amiss. Famine and war, hate and disgrace, Incest and murder, raping the rat race, I see no end to this suffering, Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings. Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand, Time spinning onward we're regressing fast, Signs of the times say these days might be our last, Better days are gone forever I fear, Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
I feel a weight that's pulling me down,
But my reflex is to try to break out, Nature gives fight or flight syndrome, But my feet stay on the ground that's how I've grown, Bred to resist the gravity of anything that's fucking with me, Survivalist instincts through my veins are pounding, Transfused at birth by my urban surroundings. Gravity won't allow me to fly, It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry, Resistance and drive fueled by hunger, What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I just can't let shit get to me, Got to reflect back on what pop taught me, To be your own man no matter what, To never back down, and follow your gut, Instinct, something he said that I'd know, Something that I'd carry wherever I go, He told me someday I'd have to fight to be free, And resist the weight of gravity. Calloused hands wipe away tears, Of the pain of a man broken by years, A silent shot that nobody hears, A smoking gun of our own fears, My father worked all his life and for what, Day in, day out, caught in a rut, The pain of apathy, razor-sharp cutting, But I'll make sure he doesn't die for nothing. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
You walk around, always screaming about
How you're trying to get your way, But you should just keep your fucking fat mouth shut, If you got nothing important to say. Because you...you got a lot to learn. All you do is bitch about the things in life that get you down, You never care for nobody else, If you saw how your life looks to me, I think you'd be ashamed of yourself. Because you...you got a lot to learn. .. You live inside your fucked-up world, Talking loud with nothing to say, You got a lot to learn about your life, Because you can't keep on living this way. Because you...you got a lot to learn. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic,
Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested, A building burnt down, insurance invested, Homelessness lingers all around, rape, death, sickness, Homeward bound unemployed, no love, no joy, Cut down to size, a life destroyed, war, no peace, Death, tragedy, no cure, disease, AIDS, leprosy, A veteran dead below the knee, eyes burn in your head, You cannot see. Spending all my time just standing in line, And I'm waiting, waiting to die, Watching every day of my life go by, Just waiting, waiting to die. Children beaten, poisons eaten, look at the world, we're self-defeating, Reputed, undisputedly polluted, crack heads with guns ain't afraid to shoot it, Countries fighting for oil and gold while the hole in the ozone layer's out of control, Brother kills brother in a world full of hate, too fucking late our heads on a plate, Nature's dying, children crying, human race ass in a fucking pan frying, With no one to blame except ourselves, greed transforms our earth into hell. Murder, Middle East assassination, extermination, human termination, The war on drugs, humiliation, A ruined nation, with no explanation. Something to hide bound and gagged and tied, A gun in your hand at your head, suicide, It's censorship of my pure mind, No justice, no truce, no hope to find. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
The sun is shining, but I don't know if it'll shine again,
The sky is clear now, but the clouds wait overhead, The wind stopped blowing, but I see the trees are flowing, The water's calm now feel the undertow towing me down, towing me down. The sun's gone down now behind the dark clouds looming, Birds stop singing, silence so soothing, Dark clouds open up, I hold my rain-soaked head, Thoughts are racing by, I scream and wish that I was dead, I wish that I was dead. Gotta find a way in this world to cope, Gotta find a place in this world with hope. Gotta find a way to keep my head straight another day I pray to let go of hate I break myself away from my mind, I search for inner peace I never find. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
The pain creeps in every day,
And you're trying your best not to feel this way, Some days up and some days down, Swimming in misery, you're starting to drown Looking for answers to impossible questions, Searching in your mind in new dimensions, Feeling so alone and you've been thinking, "I'm better off dead than alone here, sinking!" Searching for the light and looking inside, To find out where your true strengths hide. Going on and on this pain has got to cease, Living like an animal full of disease, Further inspection now you're looking inside, To find out where your true strengths hide, You're looking around for some higher power, To get you through this darkest hour, All those years of pain are now coming through, Those cracks in your mind are nothing new to you. You're starting to slip to a whole new level, The metal of a gun pressed against your temple, One in the chamber, maybe one in your head, You can pull the trigger, and your mind'll turn red, What about the things that you never did? Getting straight, get a life, maybe having kids? Is a moment's pleasure really worth the cost, Of looking back on your life and all the things you lost? Don't know my future, with my past behind, I'm now reborn new hopes to find, Free from restraints that held me down, The cycle of hate that comes around. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
I got this thorn in my side, i try, but i can't get it out,
Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout, No matter how hard and long i try to rip at it, it stays, Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day. Thorn in my side. I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend, Rid myself from the anguish, torment that i must end, I've lived this way for years but now i gotta move on, An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn i adorn. Misused, abused, accused, confused, I'm sick and tired of backwards views, my soul's too tired, All black and bruised. |
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from Biohazard - Mata Leao (1996)
Feel the warmth of the flame as it burns inside,
Burning high and higher pressure starts to climb, Turning passion into sweat, Jekyll into Hyde, Glossy eyed, unsatisfied, I can't help but deny, As my love gets set aside, As my love gets set aside, Magnified by hate inside. Face down upon the ground, Lookin' down at her, you start to frown, Thinking to yourself, "Am I insane to do the things I do to her in vain?" Woman beater with your hands wrapped around her neck, Deranged, demented, a psycho-social wreck, Your self-denial, hatred got to keep it in check, You rape for love and you kill for respect. |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh ! For scum like you, I have no fucking pity Pre-chorus: Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave Chorus: So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun Lead Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet Pre-chorus Chorus 2x The chamber spins three... |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey Chorus |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
A man with a promise smashes down my door
He sees a future with me, he's gonna give me more "Give all your trust, I'm sure you won't regret Just sign the dotted line, and I'll do so the rest" He says I can't make it alone, not without him But I've always been on my own, he doesn't know who I am And now I'm starting to see just what you are to me Pre-chorus I: You feed off the art that I bleed You're a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me A man broke his promise and he wants reparations He sold me up the river, caused me grief and frustration I gave him all my trust and got stabbed in the back A lucky motherfucker that he hasn't yet been whacked You ain't no fuckin' artist, spend your life exploiting others Try all you want, you can't break me or my brothers A business man vulture, no honor, no class Take your money and your lawyers and shove'em up your ass Pre-chorus II: You feed off the art that I bleed Numbers to you is just pain to me Chorus: Now the tables are turned Can't you see motherfucker that you'vre been burned Your a man with a promise but you ain't shit to me You ain't shit to me Lead Pre-chorus II Chorus |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I found a way out, a solution inside
From the things that are bothering me It's been too long since I felt this way From your sad life I broke free Don't ever think that you ripped me apart And walked away with a piece Cause you can not penetrate my cold heart And fill it with your disease I wonder now how I lived before Deaf, dumb, dead and blind I moved my life forward and I'm never goin' back And I've left you far behind There's a lot of things that I've now realized From the way that you treated me It's bullshit and it's hatred you epitomized You were blessed to have been with me Chorus: You filled my life with your disease I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Disease is flowing through my veins I'd rather die right now than live in pain Lead Looking around at the past and the present Things are so much better now Your misery wanted my company But you can't keep a good man down Whatever made me want to be with you Is something I can't understand Cuz if I never saw your fucking face again I'd die a happy man Chorus 2x |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last A average day in the middle of a life Terminated by a sharp knife Killing, spilling the liquid blood As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud You might say this song is in poor taste But I must discuss the waste Chorus I: Of lives of friends that I have lost Who pays the price, who pays the cost Can't cry, just anger till the end It burns inside to lose a friend Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime Labeled habitual, a loser three times Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone Whatever, the future's unknown Unless you believe in predestination of fate The letter read termination It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face Through the blood, what a fucking waste Chorus I Chorus II: My friend was there until the end (my friend) Can never be replaced The pain that I taste (it's over) What a fucking waste Chorus I Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test Is there a god, sometimes I just can't believe My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed Something quite hard to conceive People dying everyday there's got to be a better way The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Chorus I Lead It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks Escalation, war in the streets Catch one sucker and he gets beat What you see is what you get Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn You best watch your back ! It took you damn long To hear me sing this song Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong Side of the tracks Yo ! Hey I'm from around the way You'd better not stay on the wrong Side of the tracks Ducking from the 5-0 Didn't know where to go Never should've stepped on the wrong Side of the tracks Hey ! Yo cuz I'm good to go I gotta get back from the wrong Side of the tracks Chorus: Across the tracks No one takes your back Across the tracks The boys in the gang Want to see me hang Well I had my bells rang on the wrong Side of the tracks Strapped, a broken pact Caught in a trap on the wrong Side of the tracks Wrong or right, I had to fight I ran for daylight to the right Side of the tracks A lesson to learn When the tables are turned You might get burned on the wrong Side of the tracks Lead Chorus |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here
Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing clear Stripped of my rights by the words of another Locked in a cell with my victimized brothers In this country, the land of the free I'm an innocent man arrested guilty I stand accused, innocent of the crime Not yet been sentenced but I'm already doing time Chorus: Mistaken identity, handcuffed face down Mistaken identity, my freedom gagged and bound Surrounded by convicted felons, locked down in this cell What did I ever do to earn this living hell Busted by cops in need of a collar Eating donuts four to twelve to earn their dollar In this country, the land of the free I am an innocent man arrested guilty The criminal justice system plagued with dishonesty They should judge themselves instead of crucifying me Chorus A pussy power trip to throw me in the joint I feel sorry for you because you're missing the point You picked the wrong motherfucker and followed it through Let the hammer of injustice fall on you Lead You have the right to remain silent Was bullshit the he said Put your hands where I can see them Make one move and you're dead Chorus To fill a quota and treat my life Like a number or a statistic make once innocent youth outraged Angry and ballistic Chorus 2x |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Early man walked away as modern man took control
Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind Then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind We're only gonna die From our own arrogance |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment Chorus 2x: Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? Chorus 3x Lead |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
It looks like the system
tries to hold me down But guess what? I ain't fucking around You can't deny the pride that I have shown I grind hard and I must hold my own Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Someday I'll have my peace of mind I'll keep fightin', one day I will find A decent life where self-respect is shown Until then I must hold my own Always under pressure I take things as they come Always looking up, look out for number one! My views got you in check, I never back down, I pack a hard punch, and I always stand my ground I - will not back down Holding my own, I stand my ground You will not break me My belief is my way can't you see ? Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Never back down Pain Agony - Inside my head Making me wish - wish that I was dead For all the dues in life that I have paid I've been caught locked in a world of rage I look inside myself, I see a great big blank I look around me and there is no one to thank I think about the crazy shit that I have done This game of life - can it be won ? Pain Chorus: Pain - feel my agony as it turns into my rage in life full of anguish can't you see I live in Hell - becomes misery metamorphasizing hate I contemplate my demise can't you feel my pain ? Searching for a better way In a world with it's eyes closed Hold your head up high (2X) Chorus |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last A average day in the middle of a life Terminated by a sharp knife Killing, spilling the liquid blood As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud You might say this song is in poor taste But I must discuss the waste Chorus I: Of lives of friends that I have lost Who pays the price, who pays the cost Can't cry, just anger till the end It burns inside to lose a friend Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime Labeled habitual, a loser three times Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone Whatever, the future's unknown Unless you believe in predestination of fate The letter read termination It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face Through the blood, what a fucking waste Chorus I Chorus II: My friend was there until the end (my friend) Can never be replaced The pain that I taste (it's over) What a fucking waste Chorus I Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test Is there a god, sometimes I just can't believe My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed Something quite hard to conceive People dying everyday there's got to be a better way The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay Chorus I Lead It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - Urban Discipline (2007)
Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey Chorus |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
What makes us tick
Are we mentally sick Feeling inside that drive us like pride Or emotional scars from our friends that have died And make us build walls so incredible high They exceed the ceiling from the terrified feelings Which we often repress and end up depressed Some vent it as rage, it's the fashion these days In a twisted society, we drown in anxiety Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in a fit, what makes us tick Has man gone insane, are we feeling the strain We must dig and must pick at what makes us tick Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in the thick as to what makes us tick Can you feel the pain that I feel No So let me tell you about what is real Go The pain inside, it kills me, I cry So What is it that makes us tick Can you hear the cries that I cry Why Leave me alone, I'm ready to die Die For me I lie to myself Just what is it that makes us tick |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Monday yawning school's so boring,
Or go to work like a jerk and end up snoring, Tuesday's mail never fails, Collection agency wants me in jail, Wednesday's rules got me ignoring deploring, my tensions roaring, Thursday same shit different day, But these motherfucking rules will never ever go away. Fuck the rules. Friday night gonna be out of sight, If you're 21 they say drinking might be fun, On Saturday Bible says seventh day, The day of rest so have it your way, Go for a ride keep it under 55, Respect the Badge don't drink and drive, On Sunday gotta survive these fascist fools, Take your freedom back from the bullshit rules. Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down...... Fuck the rules.... .. Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down...... Fuck the rules.... |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
As I look up at the sky,
I wonder why my momma always cried, Was it for how fast we lived and died? Or because we never got our piece of the pie? Busting at the seams, The American Dream, Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Parents with good intentions never mention, The Brooklyn House of Detention. Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die, Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die. Locking us down, we got cops all around, The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound, But you only wanted a piece of the pie, And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry, No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies, On the day that you die...but we're free to fly, And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die. Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say, American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave. |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
A child is told from day number one
He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb Generations pass down low self self esteem We're molded by things we've heard and seen Or punched in the mouth for being unsure Or locked behind the closet door We learn what we live, we live what we learn Abuse of innocence to evil we turn Can anybody hear their cries Can anybody tell them why You gotta read between the lies People die when love is denied One of many lessons i learned to be like You ain't gonna live like you You made me what I am today So close to you, yet so far away The pain you lived with made you ill An empty hole with nothing to fill I forgive and love you forever still A waste of time, a waste of life Livin' on the edge of a sharp fuckun' knife I can't blame you for never being around I know you never meant to hurt and bring me down Look in their eyes to hear their cries And you will see all their pain lying dormant inside Now realize as time passes by That people die when love is denied |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Tales from the hard side
Your cards were dealt when you drove through the night as a man in dark clothes came into your sight The barrel tapped the glass, you reached the window lock Get the fuck out the car and leave it in the crosswalk He climbed into your seat and dropped a vial of crack Pissin' down your leg, you're a victim of carjack Feel the cold steel as I pull the hammer back BANG! You're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that Society pushed him down and out soul provider what's it all about Religion can we do without Social pressure we're too strung out Another bad hand the cards have been dealt Kid of fourteen, high aspiration held to get ahead and run shit with his powerful will Told by his role model you're old enough to kill See my ride, my bitches and my loot If ya want to survive be prepared to shoot Stay hard like me and you're bound to do well A waste of precious life, twenty five with an L I'll put this bullet in your head for the color of your skin This is my neighborhood who the fuck let you in I'll stick with mine stay with your own kind The virus of hate infects the ignorant mind |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Times are changing, things come and go,
Things are getting worse the earth, a black hole, I say to myself "Will this shit ever change?" Will it ever improve or will it stay the same? It's plain to me that things are amiss, Because I've seen better days than this, How could we let it get as bad as it is? Because I've seen better days than this, It's plain to me that things are amiss. Famine and war, hate and disgrace, Incest and murder, raping the rat race, I see no end to this suffering, Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings. Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand, Time spinning onward we're regressing fast, Signs of the times say these days might be our last, Better days are gone forever I fear, Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here. |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor Lives, condemned by sins of those who lived before Chorus: Distraught, depressed World of confusion Victory of death The only solution Every day is agony My thoughts are so unclear To face my harsh reality There's no one I endear Chorus (Biohazard from Brooklyn NY, in your FACE !) |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Only the strong survive
Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry Chorus (2X) To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car with plush leather seats survival of the fittest and that is the beat and I eat all of the meat Don't get me wrong I come from the streets I'll tell you now it's strong over weak You slow - you blow and you will meet your defeat Now you will understand Chorus You will understand now |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Born at the bottom
Struggle to find a way You can feel the power It's growing every day Fight for a change, Can't wait until tomorrow Make a difference on this day and al the rest will follow Chorus: Blue blood Working class survives Don't forget your liberty Blue Blood Working class survived That's how we came to be Blue blood working class survives Don't forget your liberty Chains must be broken if ever to be free Blue collar workers screaming "Liberty" Respect, pride and honor is what we want to see Tall proud working class from sea to shining sea Seeds are sown, within own, We shall not digress Cries of justice can't be suppressed Across the land the wheels are now in motion Calloussed hands create a just commotion It shouldn't be a working class surpressed We would rise above with strength to contest Our homeland will shine to that I will attest With blue collar pride We'll show that America is the best Chorus The fathers of this nation laid the foundation Working man's sweat is what built this nation Winds of change rearrange when all is said and done We will forge ahead the battle will be won! Working class will rise above, standing tall and proud Working class above - Blue blood Working class will rise above we will not forget Working class above - Blue blood Working class will rise above standing tall and proud Working class above - Blue Blood |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor Lives, condemned by sins of those who lived before Chorus: Distraught, depressed World of confusion Victory of death The only solution Every day is agony My thoughts are so unclear To face my harsh reality There's no one I endear Chorus (Biohazard from Brooklyn NY, in your FACE !) |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Look into the yes of a madman
You can see it in his face, he's a weak and sad man Staring straight ahead, his eyes set like stone With a nine millimeter cocked at your dome No way out, it's too late 'cause you're already in it So what'cha gonna do you'll be dead in a minute Thinking slow will get you nowhere fast A young life terminated with one short blast You live like that, you die like this That 's how it is Livin' with regret is no way to live That's how it is You're dead too soon if the bullet don't miss That's how it is kid How it is That's what you get for Living like this With a bullet in your head - you're dead, you can't miss Ain't no time for regret when you're body is in a bag Ain't no time to change your mind when your head begins to sag Should've known better, ain't working for you now Maybe if you'd know better you'd be here somehow So change your ways before you ways change you With a hole in your head that you can see through You're looking up and you're looking down Shot's are rippin' out from all around You're crying out for help but it can't be found The voice of regret is the only sound You play the game and you pay the price For hustlin' in the gutter with the motherfuckin' street lice You're runnin' and gunnin' and whatever else goes And you're goin' with your crew whichever way the wind blows 'cause you got their back and they got yours And you live for yourself and you make your own laws But sooner or later what goes around comes around You wind up dead and buried in hard, cold ground |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
yo this is biohazard from brooklyn new york dropping some respect for almighty
Black Sabbath 1994 Motha Fuckas Have you ever thought about your soul, can it be saved? Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay your grave Is God just within your head or is he a part of you? Is Christ just a namethat you read in a book when you were at school? When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool? Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope---Do you think he's a fool? Well i have the truth. Yes I have seen the light and I've changed my ways. And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scaredat the end of our days. Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say If they knew you believed in God above They should realize before they criticise That God is the only way to love. Is your mind so small that you have to fall In with the pack wherever they run Will you still sneer whemn death is near And say they might as well worship the sun. I think it is true it was people like you that crucified Christ I think it is sad that the opinion you had was the only one voiced. Will you be so sure when your day is near say you won't believe? You had a chance but you turned it down now you can't retrieve. Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone Open your eyes, just realize that he is the one, The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate. Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes---I think it's too late. |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment Chorus 2x: Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? Chorus 3x Lead |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh ! For scum like you, I have no fucking pity Pre-chorus: Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave Chorus: So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun Lead Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet Pre-chorus Chorus 2x The chamber spins three... |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks Escalation, war in the streets Catch one sucker and he gets beat What you see is what you get Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn You best watch your back ! It took you damn long To hear me sing this song Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong Side of the tracks Yo ! Hey I'm from around the way You'd better not stay on the wrong Side of the tracks Ducking from the 5-0 Didn't know where to go Never should've stepped on the wrong Side of the tracks Hey ! Yo cuz I'm good to go I gotta get back from the wrong Side of the tracks Chorus: Across the tracks No one takes your back Across the tracks The boys in the gang Want to see me hang Well I had my bells rang on the wrong Side of the tracks Strapped, a broken pact Caught in a trap on the wrong Side of the tracks Wrong or right, I had to fight I ran for daylight to the right Side of the tracks A lesson to learn When the tables are turned You might get burned on the wrong Side of the tracks Lead Chorus |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic,
Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested, A building burnt down, insurance invested, Homelessness lingers all around, rape, death, sickness, Homeward bound unemployed, no love, no joy, Cut down to size, a life destroyed, war, no peace, Death, tragedy, no cure, disease, AIDS, leprosy, A veteran dead below the knee, eyes burn in your head, You cannot see. Spending all my time just standing in line, And I'm waiting, waiting to die, Watching every day of my life go by, Just waiting, waiting to die. Children beaten, poisons eaten, look at the world, we're self-defeating, Reputed, undisputedly polluted, crack heads with guns ain't afraid to shoot it, Countries fighting for oil and gold while the hole in the ozone layer's out of control, Brother kills brother in a world full of hate, too fucking late our heads on a plate, Nature's dying, children crying, human race ass in a fucking pan frying, With no one to blame except ourselves, greed transforms our earth into hell. Murder, Middle East assassination, extermination, human termination, The war on drugs, humiliation, A ruined nation, with no explanation. Something to hide bound and gagged and tied, A gun in your hand at your head, suicide, It's censorship of my pure mind, No justice, no truce, no hope to find. |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
So many things these eyes have seen,
People I've met and places I've been, Inconceivable how one maintains, In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain, How reality's plane can wear you down, And make you an insane man who only frowns, City hardened and cold just like me, Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see. Like a workingman's skin as it turns to leather, The mind of the youth is forced to weather, An assault on his senses by his parents and peers, That preys on innocence, weakness and fears, Manifestation of rage runs deep, Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep, Violent reaction, bitter and mean, A product of what these eyes have seen. These eyes have seen inhuman sights, I hold my breath with all my might, Like anyone else in our own hells, It seems obscene the things I've seen. Lost count of how many wakes were attended, Mind and body never quite mended, Do you think this is what life intended? At fourteen your life has ended, Maybe your spirit is battered and broken, From shit you've seen and words that were spoken, Death, violence, drugs all around, These eyes have seen some shit go down. These eyes have seen inhuman sights, I hold my breath with all my might, Like anyone else in our own hells, It seems obscene the things I've seen. |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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from Biohazard - No Holds Barred [live] (1997)
It looks like the system
tries to hold me down But guess what? I ain't fucking around You can't deny the pride that I have shown I grind hard and I must hold my own Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Someday I'll have my peace of mind I'll keep fightin', one day I will find A decent life where self-respect is shown Until then I must hold my own Always under pressure I take things as they come Always looking up, look out for number one! My views got you in check, I never back down, I pack a hard punch, and I always stand my ground I - will not back down Holding my own, I stand my ground You will not break me My belief is my way can't you see ? Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Never back down Pain Agony - Inside my head Making me wish - wish that I was dead For all the dues in life that I have paid I've been caught locked in a world of rage I look inside myself, I see a great big blank I look around me and there is no one to thank I think about the crazy shit that I have done This game of life - can it be won ? Pain Chorus: Pain - feel my agony as it turns into my rage in life full of anguish can't you see I live in Hell - becomes misery metamorphasizing hate I contemplate my demise can't you feel my pain ? Searching for a better way In a world with it's eyes closed Hold your head up high (2X) Chorus |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
Free people will never remain free if they are not willing,
if need be, to fight for their vital interests. I watch your bullshit from the outside in, your disrespect and hate You think you're better than your fellow man, Controlled by fear you seal your fate How could you step on me, violate, desecrate and hate me But I'm just like you, like you, flesh and blood, I'm only human. I resist the pressure to be who you want me to be I resist the pressure, I resist so I am free. I see right through your condescending ways, as you look down on me But I could never stand and judge like you, I resist so I am free. My peace of mind, peace of mind will set me free But I'm just like you, like you, flesh and blood, in need of revolution. I resist so I am free. |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
Welcome to the rat race, people killing themselves
To get ahead of the pack, backstab and attack. Out for self, the money, the power, the fame, Competition and greed in a world without shame. I stumble and fall along the path I've chosen, I face my fears, I won't be broken. Corrosion has a way of fucking with you sanity, I do what I gotta to preserve my humanity. Switchback-taking life as each day comes Switchback-facing fears, I never run, Switchback-never quit until I'm done I'm the underdog and I will overcome. Confrontation can break you down to your very last compound. Beat you down, drag you round, break you Refuse to bend, never ever let it take you Over the edge where you can never break through. Overcome, switchback, stand strong alone The good, the bad, the truth, the unknown Locked up at war with the demons within I fight to live, I live to win. Switchback-taking life as each day comes Switchback-facing fears, I never run, Switchback-never quit until I'm done I'm the underdog and I will overcome...x2 ... The harder that I battle with life's deceit, The stronger I stand on my own two feet. If I allow the world to assimilate my mind, Will my freedom be forever denied? Will I no longer be free in my mind? Will my freedom be forever denied?....... Switchback-taking life as each day comes Switchback-facing fears, I never run, Switchback-never quit until I'm done I'm the underdog and I will overcome...x2 |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
To turn my anger into love and keep my feet planted on the ground. To undo stigmas societies branded, misconceptions about being a man. To be grateful, take nothing for granted, to live the truth as best I can. I seek the truth whatever that may be, I seek the answers to questions, please God help me. To look at people and see no color, vision clear of prejudice or spite, To treat people just like my brother, for this I pray with all my might. To learn to let go of all my fears and learn to embrace all of my tears, To search for faith and humility, to walk the path which sets me free. Salvation, from society, damnation, have mercy on me. So many lies I told, so many lives I've sold. So far away from who I am I never understand. So many things I regret, so many things that I let Take me away from myself, too late to take it back. So many dreams I had, so many lives I've lived So many friends I said goodbye forever So amny times I wish, so many times I dream, Do it again, I swear I'd never. In my quest to uncover the truth the deepest wounds get left behind As I seek serenity from the war, from the war inside my mind. |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
Where to run to, where to hide,
much too full to swallow my pride But I'm still haunted by something inside as if another part of me has died. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surrounds me, Petrified, life fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone, empty inside, out of control. My heart a void, my empty soul, until it's filed I'll never be whole. How did things ever get so bad, sinking empty, full of despair I find myself alone and scared, in a world where nobody cares. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surrounds me, Petrified, life fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. .. A hopeless end, afraid deep inside Relief from my pain, the end a suicide? The tears I've cried have left me blind I yearn to find peace, a presence of mind. ... Where to run to, where to hide, much too full to swallow my pride But I'm still haunted by something inside as if another part of me has died. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surrounds me, Petrified, life fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surrounds me, Petrified, life fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
I said I'd stand with you forever if you needed me
Help, arm in arm, hand over fist and carry you when necessary Like a fool I thought we'd walk tall forever all as one When the going got tough you stopped pushing and turned to run. I tried so hard, so sad to watch you drown. You turned and pointed fingers at the truest friend you ever had, And I prayed to God you'd find relief from the things that made your life sad. We were down forever, together forever all as one, But when the time came to step up and do it right, I saw you turn and run I tried so hard, to help you hold it down You never helped yourself, so sad to watch you drown. I tried so hard, to help you save your life You never helped yourself, shut the door and say good -bye. .. You and me, eye to eye, hands tied together, live or die Walk tall forever, all as one, never again, you turned to run.... All for None .... You and me, eye to eye, hands tied together, live or die Walk tall forever, all as one, never again, you turned to run...... |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
Unjustified persecution of my free mind.
I'm horrified, the cruel nature of you and your kind Crucified for just trying to be myself, Suicide, I'd rather die than live in your hell. I will not break, I will not bend, I will not go quietly, I will never bow down to them. I close my eyes, I can see more clearly, You criticize the things I hold dearly You victimize because you fear me It's your demise, you should have let me be. .. I will not break, I will not bend, I will not go quietly, I will never bow down to them. Break me. You won't break me Break me. You won't break me down ... The harder I swim against the tide the more it pulls me down Feel the pressure on my life, as I struggle and fight not to drown. Why do you, why do you try to break me, you'll never break me down I'll never let you break me, you'll never break me down. The more I try to live my life the harder you are on me There is no wrong there is no right, what will it take for you to see? Why do you, why do you try to break me, you'll never break me down I'll never let you break me, you'll never break me down Break me. You won't break me Break me.. down |
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from Biohazard - New World Disorder (1999)
See the future, hate being unsure
Feel insecure, life without a cure Invade my body like it was your own A losing battle when challenged alone. I'm sick and tired of losing someone I love and admire I'm fucking tired of losing someone like you. How can you feel it unless it happens to you? Watching someone suffer there's nothing you can do. Sit and wait with love and hate, emotions, they destroy. I question my faith, how can a God, how can a God take? I'm sick and tired of losing someone I love and admire I'm fucking tired of losing someone like you. How can I worship a God who takes life away And leaves nothing but pain that never goes away. I lie in bed each night, struggle to fall asleep, Memories in my head, I pray my soul to keep. Tried an true, I get up everyday and say, Life's too short, no time to look the other way. Gotta face what's inside, I gotta do away With all the feelings behind my frozen heart, I pray. ... I'm sick and tired of losing someone I love and admire I'm fucking tired of losing someone like you. I'm sick and tired of losing someone I love and admire I'm fucking tired of losing someone like you. |
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