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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as I load the magazines.
.30-.30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady. Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it's strapped you can't guess. Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets nine spot. I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. The situation ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs! You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. City to city I'm stalking you but you think I'm following the group. I'm a groupie that you can trust as I mount C-4 under the bus. Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits. Booby trapped the stage. The crowd will be dazed when you go POP in a big ole blaze! I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. The situation ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs! You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. Oh shit, I've been shot, I'm about to go into shock. Yo, tell me what I am supposed to do, When I sold my soul I thought I paid my dues. Yo, listen, I don't want to die. How much to live this time? Out the barrel in my mouth, no I won't. No. No, Please Please Don't!!!!!!! I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. The situation ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs! You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
No trust, love sux, hard work, false words,
Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who? Broke my heart, fell apart, but like Steve Austin, Bigger and better now. No longer a fool, don't think that it's cool, Fucking with jezebels, naw wedding bells. I tell the trooper don't let her scoop ya, she's bound to dupe ya Then I got my teflon vest on baby. No more trick ass ho's driving me crazy. I cleared my vision, I'm focoused and locked get off my jock you used to clown you knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. Lonley woman, seeking passion, Sex over, psycho drama, Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who? Like wild men I'm gonna rebound and I'm clowning you stupid wench, Making me sick, you're in my mix, you need to fix your whole personality casualties, Causing fatalities, the rate gets high. I pull the switch on your silly sadilly ass and all you players taking notes, We're teaching class. Used and abused, hope you don't lose, Emotionally clowned, you knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. Here stand alone, don't need another clone, Check out the aftermath of my broken path. Still you do not see how fragile I may be, Instead you want to play games and get into my head Here stand alone, don't need another clone, Check out the aftermath of my broken path. Still you do not see how fragile I may be, Instead you want to play games and get into my head You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. |
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You lied connived and pressed flesh till 1600 was your address.
The chameleon at the podium whose words cause pandemonium. A nation under stress, you must confess about an executive mess. You want me to believe; like Copperfield only tricks up your sleeve! Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. No screening for cabinet memebers, they just hire family members, suicide a tight white lie from the CIA to the FBI. Janet Remo to the rescue, protected your boss with a flaw in the law. Chelsea's fled the nest, Hillary's pissed, her daddy runs the biggest gang, better resist. Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. I heard 55.50 to ride Air Force One and have some fun Can I rent a room in the White House, invite all my friends and party out? You've given phat deals to Camp David, but you have to be crime-related. Diplomats get the welcome mats 'cause when you're finished in office you're liven phatt! Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Manipulated the youth through MTV. Smooth. Smart. Move to the T-O-P. Adopted Republicans Foreign Policy. You make it look real bad for the Presidency! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak.
I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak. Tell me what I am supposed to do? Keep believing while you're underachieving! Busting my cookies, treating me like a rookie I'll be damned if I don't take a stand. You can't hear what I hear, Those distant boos and faint cheers. You can't see what I see, So tell me why do you decieve? Keep my head dry. I'm gonna keep my head dry. When the blood begins to rise, I'm gonna keep my head dry. Rah rah sis boom bah Green eggs and ham, blah blah blah. You're mouth can't run with a broken jaw. Rah rah sis boom bah You got me caught up in the name game. Why? Cause the competition is lame. Liar, liar, pants on fire, creating schemes to destroy my team. You can't hear what I hear, Those distant boos and faint cheers. You can't see what I see, So tell me why do you decieve? Keep my head dry. I'm gonna keep my head dry. When the blood begins to rise, I'm gonna keep my head dry. I feel like the number one draft pick In the league of silver tounge tactics. The wet willy all in my ear, We keep sandbagging trying to stay clear. Been sentenced to do it yourself, Working hard to keep the product on the self, But you wanna flood my brain cells with bad news, Who's who and what you think is cool. Keep my head dry. I'm gonna keep my head dry. When the blood begins to rise, I'm gonna keep my head dry. When the blood begins to rise, I'm gonna keep my head dry. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
We're globetrotters only smoking guns are hotter
Stick in the Mojo you scream and holler Better tap out before we break that collar Rules out the window like N.W.O. Imagine this Indian reservation You trust total annihilation Scalping that ass from head to toe Hanging the carcass up after every show All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. Take my rage I'm gonna seal up your fate. Take my rage I'm gonna seal up your fate. You're my best friend before we enter the stage Hear the first note note bust like a 12-gauge. Yo listen we are on a different mission you think we're in. You think we're a standing competition Mr. Estate is down with first circle Break full time and ???????? Step on the ??? for the ??????? Break ya off somethin' like Evander Holyfield! All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read When I enter the stage we enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. Take my rage I'm gonna seal up your fate. Take my rage I'm gonna seal up your fate. All I see is red When I enter the stage a 30-minute homicidal rage All I see is read When I enter the stage we enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red 30-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
The United States in 1997,
The President of the United States, The leader of the Free World. Whitewater, Chinese contributions laundered into the Democratic National Committee, Dead attorneys, Scandals left and right, Missing files, and what are we preoccupied with? What to name is dog. The United States in 1997, With the President of the United States a Crooked Figurehead |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
I'm another coward on a pointless mission hometown militia.
The silent majority just got louder No good with words just a fuse and powder. Justified homicide in my eyes human cost gets my point across. Few as we are numbers increasing cleaning the streets vigilants policing! I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Fear breeds ignorance and then hate I feel I'm god so I decide your fate. 168 1st degree of murder not one scream I heard of. Atlanta my test site city, I turn to the 12-man comittee. What's the proper punishment for me suffering or the death penalty!! I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! I've already seen it, I've seen myself dying. I damn all the innocent 'cause I've already killed them I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
Rising! (4x)
Rising--we're so bright we are blinding. Rising--somehow we keep reminding. Rising--grafted from a hybrid breed. Survivalist unique and hard as concrete I'm not going to let you let me die. So damn easy when you're living a lie. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking! Rising! (4x) Rising--all I see are Kinko's bands. Rising--nothing new just recycling the fans. Rising--skip to the loop in cement shoes. Breaking free up out of this cesspool. I'm not going to let you let me die. So damn easy when you're living a lie. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking! Rising! (4x) It doesn't matter to me anymore who you think I am. I am all I can be. It doesn't matter to me anymore who you think I am. I am all I can be. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
South of the Mason-Dixon finger-lickin' good
Welcome to my neighborhood Congeniality, hostpitality go hand in hand, But don't dis a Southerner, we're quick to take a stand. The South will rise again already there Olympic City, '96 was our year. The weather's swell, on racism we won't dwell 'Cause everything north of us they won't tell. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. We have an L.A. east of the Mississippi, Lower Alabama, we're from Atlanta. The Carolinas, there's a no coast finer than our coast, You know the South rocks the most. We love wrestling and NASCAR, too. People down here make mean barbecue. From Freaknik to Bike Week my religion is unique, My Southern belles like honeysuckle. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
Why you wanna step to me my C-I-S
Brothers don't play you got a lot to say when you with your boys on the other side of town I catch you 1-on1 and yo ass is beat down. I see you styling highly profile. Try to play that thug role you're head is swole Now you want to be all that you can be, But not by the colors of the army! Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on wood Gold chains and gold rings you misunderstood Trace back and look back you ain't black Nigga straight sneaking through the cracks. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Mr. Mirror image you wanna scrimmage Why when your goof troop ass look like Grimace. In your altered state fake mistakes Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate! Slap that mutha for not being himself Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth. Don't try to be like and sip herbal tea like And come to my crib run your jibs and ad lib. Urban cross-dressing language molesting Here's a suggestion time for a confession. I never liked you I still want to fight you K.O. 1st round lights out troop. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger {Court Room} Judge Order! Jury, have you reached, have you reached a verdict? Jury We find the wigger GUILTY!!!!! Judge I here by sentence you, wigger, to a 100 years confined to a chair, forced to watch episodes of the Andy Grifith Show, Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk. No parole. Corny you lose your proiflies confused Wannabe's make me sneeze make me itch like fleas Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see Circles in a square bite that ass like bees!! Your image is deceiving I ain't believing You trying act like me for no reason. Change your game your rhymes off season mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving. False advertisement strike a pose for the no-style trophy. You great big phony sponsored by Oscar balogna For your whole made up style you owe me. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Don't get mad, unless we're talking about you. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
All that money there shouldn't be no tears, dry your eyes sfter so many tries.
Celebrity status you're the saddest, wasn't that O.J. case one of the maddest?! Fallen stars disregard, some lead by example, others go too far. Until behind bars was in the realm of untouchables but you got touched now shut up! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry. Bang bang biggie Tupac the bully master scheme Design buy a higher being cry and whine, but nobody's dropping. Dime feel no sorrow cause they knew they weren't promised tomorrow Propaganda wrecking you like Panzers But like the desert fox you can be destroyed. Sneaking up on you like the Trojans did Troy. We couldn't trust Marv like the barber named Floyed?! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry. Cry baby cry, dry your lying eyes Cry baby cry, with every tear I fear Cry baby cry, what a nice try Cry baby cry, what's that in your eye? A lie formulating, you've been busted this time! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
Repeat offender, burn that ass to a cinder.
You molester, striking fear and drawing tears. Scars are deep the innocent you had to cheat. Capital Punishment should be your favorite treat. Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! The grim reaper is gonna be your cheerleader. You're on the list of the top ten rapists. Home invasion you need no persuasion. Doing the crime, to hell with the time. Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Rising (1998)
So you're leaving me out of your reindeer games 'cause don't have quite enough fame.
Lame your excuse, here take the noose, no use, no spine, Your trickin' everytime tipping around those thoughts that are really on your mind, But we got that cookie cutter going on. Green machine stealing your dreams, selling yourself short to grab the quick cream. Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! Let me see. Conspiracy you step to me then challenge I manage to separate the facts from emotion, I get the notion you got a dose of the potion. In the backseat of the pimpmobile u adapted your style for mass appeal, Sign your name and let's close the deal. Like Ned Flanders' running hell, excuse me while I curse the fools you failed! Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Aggressive, my style versitile.
You're best to hear the Mojo growl. Coming up behind with a bat, "crack" from a Mr. Payne attack. Dazed and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun. Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich. Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed your luck. What the fuck? Stuck now, your ass in a rut. Fowler warned ya, then he had to storm ya. On that ass like heat in Arizona, you weak motherfuckers better move, or catch on from the Four Peice of Doom. Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Mojo's in the house and ya might get hurt. Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Mojo's in the house and ya might get hurt. Feel my aggression! Yo, Brand X, its time for wreck for respect. That's what I mean when we're snappin' necks We're on a mission to kill the competition, not repetitive, so yo, check and listen The man has got you all fooled. Only one color dominates and rules. Green, greed that is what he feeds. A demon seed deep inside you and me. In my sights each and every night. Makes me so mad I want to start a fight. Walk right up, smack the Grammy outta your hand and then ask your mom who's No. 1. They don't understand. You want to try and bang, but your band can't hang! Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt. Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Red alert, red alert, red alert Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt. Feel my aggression! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
No trust, love sux, hard work, false words,
Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who? Broke my heart, fell apart, but like Steve Austin, Bigger and better now. No longer a fool, don't think that it's cool, Fucking with jezebels, naw wedding bells. I tell the trooper don't let her scoop ya, she's bound to dupe ya Then I got my teflon vest on baby. No more trick ass ho's driving me crazy. I cleared my vision, I'm focoused and locked get off my jock you used to clown you knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. Lonley woman, seeking passion, Sex over, psycho drama, Hard crushed, boo hoo, who jerked who? Like wild men I'm gonna rebound and I'm clowning you stupid wench, Making me sick, you're in my mix, you need to fix your whole personality casualties, Causing fatalities, the rate gets high. I pull the switch on your silly sadilly ass and all you players taking notes, We're teaching class. Used and abused, hope you don't lose, Emotionally clowned, you knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. Here stand alone, don't need another clone, Check out the aftermath of my broken path. Still you do not see how fragile I may be, Instead you want to play games and get into my head Here stand alone, don't need another clone, Check out the aftermath of my broken path. Still you do not see how fragile I may be, Instead you want to play games and get into my head You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. You knocked me down but I'm... Back in the saddle. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
You lied connived and pressed flesh till 1600 was your address.
The chameleon at the podium whose words cause pandemonium. A nation under stress, you must confess about an executive mess. You want me to believe; like Copperfield only tricks up your sleeve! Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. No screening for cabinet memebers, they just hire family members, suicide a tight white lie from the CIA to the FBI. Janet Remo to the rescue, protected your boss with a flaw in the law. Chelsea's fled the nest, Hillary's pissed, her daddy runs the biggest gang, better resist. Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. I heard 55.50 to ride Air Force One and have some fun Can I rent a room in the White House, invite all my friends and party out? You've given phat deals to Camp David, but you have to be crime-related. Diplomats get the welcome mats 'cause when you're finished in office you're liven phatt! Once a ho' always a ho', u keep wheeling and killing at will. Ever since you took oath you keep feeding the people fake hope. Your platform's weak, plus you're a thief, you need to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illeagal funds, oh what a mighy web you've spun! Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're... Crooked Figurehead. Who do you think you're fooling? Crooked Figurehead. Manipulated the youth through MTV. Smooth. Smart. Move to the T-O-P. Adopted Republicans Foreign Policy. You make it look real bad for the Presidency! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
We're globetrotters only smoking guns are hotter
Stick in the Mojo you scream and holler Better tap out before we break that collar Rules out the window like N.W.O. Imagine this Indian reservation You trust total annihilation Scalping that ass from head to toe Hanging the carcass up after every show All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. Take my rage Go and setup your head Take my rage Go and setup your head You're my best friend before we enter the stage Hear the first note note bust like a 12-gauge. Yo listen we are on a different mission you think we're in. You think we're a standing competition Mr. Estate is down with first circle Break full time and Step on the for the Break ya off somethin' like Evander Holyfield! All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read When I enter the stage we enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red A 90-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. Take my rage Go and setup your head Take my rage Go and setup your head All I see is red When I enter the stage a 30-minute homicidal rage All I see is read When I enter the stage we enage in acts of rampage. All I see is red 30-minute homicidal rage All I see is read We enage in acts of rampage. |
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Fuck y'all who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didn't drop the ball.
Took drastic measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade. What you say? Come out and pla'ay You know that ass will sla'ay. 'Nuff respect given to the Mojo. If you don't wanna give it, then we'll take it ho'. Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit. Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine. Cross the line. You know that ass will be mine. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. New sound Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta. Pop goes your top 'cause we're getting real hot. Two crackers and two niggers who ain't scared to pull the trigger. Those who dissin' us can get the middle finger. Mad as hell with a rebel yell. You suckers sold us out 'cause your soul's were for sale. We walk the walk and talk the talk, it's not our fault that your ass fell of!!!!!!!!!!! Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit. Back stabbers, ain't no friend of mine. Cross the line. You know that ass will be mine. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. Suckers wanna battle, but they don't know how, just another reason why my attitude's foul. You had enough, you're calling my bluff. Well step into my zone and see if you're rough enough. BOOM BAM bands getting (spit). You got to get rid of the flam. Monkey see, monkey do. Punk, you're fucking with the four piece of doom, four piece of doom, four piece of doom. F.O.D. F.O.D. F.O.D. F.O.D. F.O.D. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Don't step into my cipher unless you can decipher
Who's the hyper Buddha session budpiper. Talking out the side of your neck Bleed me kill my dreams As I turn the dial in self-denial Will they check out the fake smile Program direct scan A to Z Same ole yeah! No adventure to save the venture ouch. Who's the pimp trying to turn me out!! Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. (5x) Ears still burning Tounges steady turning mad. Scheming suckers double-teaming. Like Harlem Heat I reached for the tag switched up now who's coming in last? Excedrin number sucker D.J. play play blah blah All day no way I'll play. Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. (5x) Fundamentally you lack the tools Pockets too low fools Simple. Monumentally clique. So you Pete Carbon copies can compete or complete. Obsolete any flavor that you savor Old to new I kind of knew to sell my soul Run with a fake ass crew!!! Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Youth never learns the truth about life.
All they see is money, 'hos, a lot of hype. I can tell you things that are wrong and some are right, but I have a view of a different type. I seen him come up on the block slang the rocks for the cops, and my mother's overworked and my pop's gone berserk. She puts on teeny weeny skirts for the money, that ain't funny. I got to stay alive do what I do to survive! If I close my eyes will I rise? If I don't that won't be no surprise. I live my life like my last. Learned many lessons but I have to laugh. Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Don't live for today. One life to live full of stress and strife. Obstacles of chaos any time, many kind. I can tell you things that are wrong and some are right, but I have a view of a different type. I seen him grow up kinda wild, a spoiled child living foul and he's fed a silver spoon, and he still acts like a goon. I don't understand it son. Why must you carry a gun? For the fun and the fame, pulling triggers ain't no game. If I close my eyes will I rise? If I don't that won't be no surprise. I live my life like my last. Learned many lessons but I have to laugh. Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Don't live for today. Fuck the dumb ditty dumb able bodies being bums. People always talking shit, get yours if it's not legit. How you think the rich got rich? Cry and bitch and pitch a fit. I say mind over matter and your pockets will be phatter!!! If I close my eyes will I rise? If I don't that won't be no surprise. I live my life like my last. Learned many lessons but I have to laugh. Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Promised... ...Tomorrow! Because your not... ...Live my life like my last. Because your not... |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
I'm another coward on a pointless mission hometown militia.
The silent majority just got louder No good with words just a fuse and powder. Justified homicide in my eyes human cost gets my point across. Few as we are numbers increasing cleaning the streets vigilants policing! I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Fear breeds ignorance and then hate I feel I'm god so I decide your fate. 168 1st degree of murder not one scream I heard of. Atlanta my test site city, I turn to the 12-man comittee. What's the proper punishment for me suffering or the death penalty!! I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! I've already seen it, I've seen myself dying. I damn all the innocent 'cause I've already killed them I'm misguided and weak-minded, I've got a timer and a pound of C-4. I sentence you to death, eventhough we never met I got the Ryder truck loaded. In the name of liberty there's always casualties ...loading, exploding, I'm a coward with a pipebomb Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! Coward!! Coward!! Hey!! Hey!! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Attitude adjustments
Everything's clear Bringing in a new life So I have plenty of fears Feelin' all good about my groove right now Positive energies all around, wow! People use the debt, try to sale We survive like a Rocky bout Ill feelins not me Do I hold a grudge, you can be the judge Now they keep talkin' bout this crazy world we're livin' in I'm like a Phoenix reborn to rock on It ain't over to the trooper, but Mojo lives on Now they keep talkin' bout it, how sensitive to the skin New visions, live my life reborn, life as I know it Nothing to have Another life I'd live I learn from all the silly things I did I learn from all the crazy things I did Light at the end of my tunnel Forming the funnel Storm blown over getting drenched like Got ink on my covers Start brand new revived my groove Looking for that push ready So I can feed my seed to grow like me And live care free Set the foundations all around the nation Same town, same place, just different stations |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Rising! (4x)
Rising--we're so bright we are blinding. Rising--somehow we keep reminding. Rising--grafted from a hybrid breed. Survivalist unique and hard as concrete I'm not going to let you let me die. So damn easy when you're living a lie. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking! Rising! (4x) Rising--all I see are Kinko's bands. Rising--nothing new just recycling the fans. Rising--skip to the loop in cement shoes. Breaking free up out of this cesspool. I'm not going to let you let me die. So damn easy when you're living a lie. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking. Haven't you heard cream rises to the top. I hope you know we ain't never gonna stop. Some cock blocking, others coping much love. To the fans 'cause we're still rocking! Rising! (4x) It doesn't matter to me anymore who you think I am. I am all I can be. It doesn't matter to me anymore who you think I am. I am all I can be. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. And I'm rising. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
South of the Mason-Dixon finger-lickin' good
Welcome to my neighborhood Congeniality, hostpitality go hand in hand, But don't dis a Southerner, we're quick to take a stand. The South will rise again already there Olympic City, '96 was our year. The weather's swell, on racism we won't dwell 'Cause everything north of us they won't tell. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. We have an L.A. east of the Mississippi, Lower Alabama, we're from Atlanta. The Carolinas, there's a no coast finer than our coast, You know the South rocks the most. We love wrestling and NASCAR, too. People down here make mean barbecue. From Freaknik to Bike Week my religion is unique, My Southern belles like honeysuckle. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
All that money there shouldn't be no tears, dry your eyes sfter so many tries.
Celebrity status you're the saddest, wasn't that O.J. case one of the maddest?! Fallen stars disregard, some lead by example, others go too far. Until behind bars was in the realm of untouchables but you got touched now shut up! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry. Bang bang biggie Tupac the bully master scheme Design buy a higher being cry and whine, but nobody's dropping. Dime feel no sorrow cause they knew they weren't promised tomorrow Propaganda wrecking you like Panzers But like the desert fox you can be destroyed. Sneaking up on you like the Trojans did Troy. We couldn't trust Marv like the barber named Floyed?! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry. Cry baby cry, dry your lying eyes Cry baby cry, with every tear I fear Cry baby cry, what a nice try Cry baby cry, what's that in your eye? A lie formulating, you've been busted this time! There's only so many, there's only so many, there's only so many tears that you can cry |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Repeat offender, burn that ass to a cinder.
You molester, striking fear and drawing tears. Scars are deep the innocent you had to cheat. Capital Punishment should be your favorite treat. Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! The grim reaper is gonna be your cheerleader. You're on the list of the top ten rapists. Home invasion you need no persuasion. Doing the crime, to hell with the time. Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! Dead Man Walking Shaved Head Last Prayer No Remorse 4... 3... 2... 1... Throw the Switch! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
So you're leaving me out of your reindeer games 'cause don't have quite enough fame.
Lame your excuse, here take the noose, no use, no spine, Your trickin' everytime tipping around those thoughts that are really on your mind, But we got that cookie cutter going on. Green machine stealing your dreams, selling yourself short to grab the quick cream. Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! Let me see. Conspiracy you step to me then challenge I manage to separate the facts from emotion, I get the notion you got a dose of the potion. In the backseat of the pimpmobile u adapted your style for mass appeal, Sign your name and let's close the deal. Like Ned Flanders' running hell, excuse me while I curse the fools you failed! Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again. No. Trick! I won't be tricked again. Trick! I won't be tricked again! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Hvy 1 (1999)
Who's ego trippin' suckers need to start to skippin' remove
the fork from my anus because I ain't done. One of a kind never to be figured out, but oh naw, naw don't let me run my mouth about the wrong thing. Bonz shut the fuck up but I don't think so check out my ill flow the shortcomings of my life won't let me go so I have to maintain or get out of control! Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! Look in the mirror. What do I see? An angry motherfucker looking back at me. The pressure of the world got my mind on rewind. Man I reminisce when things were divine. But everything is fucked up and ass-backwards plus it's wack. You better hope someone you trust got your back. You're already hit slobbering red spit in the world of rock-n-roll shit gets out of control. Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Warm-blooded, god-fearing and I bleed red.
Primal Instinctive like my meat dead! Who's not a sinner oh what a winner suffering my gut 'cause I'm greedy as @%#. Animal! Nocturnal. Savage my heart's cold. Trash mouth, ill-tempered and you know I'm bold! Who's not a sinner oh what a winner suffering my gut 'cause I'm greedy as @%#. Animal! Out of my mind, losing my soul the natural beast has taken control. Will I kill or be killed? Animals prey on the weak in order to live. I'm surviving and I thrive of the scent of scare that is in the air. I do want to do. Does that make me an animal to you? Animals ~ Just like you and me. Animals ~ Surviving to be free. Animals ~ Blood thirsty human being. Animals ~ Can you cage the Beast!?! Womanizing. Chauvinist I lick clits. Drinking fools straight up pagan I'm a sexist. Who's not a sinner oh what a winner suffering my gut 'cause I'm greedy as @%#. Animal! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
I remember the motto corporate rock sucks,
now I look at Green Day it must be payday. Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little alternative nation talent must be on vacation. You say the underground is metal music now come take some lessons learn how to throw down. You little Weezer, you became a Breeder Filter through Gin and Blossom to begin. We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. Ahhh! You become what you despise! With your fake accent Rancid-smelling ass signing phat contracts but you tell me will it last. Yo let's burn a Bush, paint a Silverchair back to black ask me if I even care. We'll in Flame your Lips crack your Lemonhead blow up an Oasis Blind Melons dead and 120 Minutes of bitches sounding like Crows Count them all before you start to blow! We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. Ahhh! You become what you despise! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Youth of today aren't happy and gay, hostile, volatile only concerned with style.
Home alone so they act grown. Who's the baby-sitter since your parents were the damn quitters! Rap city in the place to be suburbanite into a ghetto-knight. What's the cost of my generation being lost? A clue less mom and dad tell me who's the boss. Poor parental skills ~ that's the deal now you know the real. Poor parental skills ~ You cannot deal that's the real. Down, down breeding. Single-parent raised in the bosom of ghetto. Affecting middle-class and the rich growing up half-ass life's a bitch. No guidance so you ride to the end. You wonder why the streets are their best friend, couldn't tell you nothing about school, but they can show you how to roll a joint and shoot pool. Love from that one parent would have been cool. Poor parental skills ~ that's the deal now you know the real. Poor parental skills ~ You cannot deal that's the real. Down, down breeding. No morals, no couth, no manners and running with a foul crew. Thought you knew everything about your son, it was not dad who showed him how to use a gun. (S)(E)(X) was last on mama's list. Now she's confused about kissing and sucking dick. Down breed until they're misled must be nothing left after being breast-fed!!!!!!! Poor parental skills ~ that's the deal now you know the real. Poor parental skills ~ You cannot deal that's the real. Down, down breeding. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Don't step into my cipher unless you can decipher
Who's the hyper Buddha session budpiper. Talking out the side of your neck Bleed me kill my dreams As I turn the dial in self-denial Will they check out the fake smile Program direct scan A to Z Same ole yeah! No adventure to save the venture ouch. Who's the pimp trying to turn me out!! Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. (5x) Ears still burning Tounges steady turning mad. Scheming suckers double-teaming. Like Harlem Heat I reached for the tag switched up now who's coming in last? Excedrin number sucker D.J. play play blah blah All day no way I'll play. Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. (5x) Fundamentally you lack the tools Pockets too low fools Simple. Monumentally clique. So you Pete Carbon copies can compete or complete. Obsolete any flavor that you savor Old to new I kind of knew to sell my soul Run with a fake ass crew!!! Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Who's lifted? Who's really gifted? Is it who you know or what you know?? Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old sound going round. Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old Mentally melting down hear the sound of the same old |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Cutting back to civil rights they wanna tell what's wrong what's right.
Take ten steps turn around and blast how long will the right to bear arms last? The right to assemble a crew, the wrong to vote the wrong way and everything's through. Back to the hangers in the alley we roll up and shoot up your fucking rally! I want my right to smoke herb but the main is paid so that thought is wild and absurd. Dismiss them the whole fucking system but in the meantime I wish those crazy bald heads would fucking die, but they multiply. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. House of Representatives needs a sedative. They're driving the middleman out of his residence. But you're still hesitant to fight for your rights Twelve-ounce curls, then you fuss and you gripe. You say, "Why vote?" There's no hope. Too many people died so they can't revoke my freedom of speech. It's time to reach. Each one, teach one. Time to release the fury and the pain. All my life I've been a slave. You can't hold me down, I refuse to be broken. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Liberal social policy leads to a society of people who depend on government and as government gains that power over the people you will lose your rights and freedom that our forefathers fought and died for, so love it or leave it. If you want my gun come and get it. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
No sham in my game I bust out your frame
The week and the spineless I love to maim He's the bully on the block so start running The path of the wide & the crooked when he's coming Poisoned with hate and fear so I don't wanna hear Neglected as a child so I act crazy and wild This is my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk You're in my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk Mad at the world like a time bomb ticking Find an innocent punk to start kicking He's the bully on the block so start running The path of the wide & the crooked when he's coming Poisoned with hate and fear so I don't wanna hear Neglected as a child so I act crazy and wild This is my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk You're in my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Brothers and sisters, we live in a troubled time.
We live in a time when lack of ability and talent is mistaken for genius. When jumping on the bandwagon is considered originality. Ahh, we live in a time when a world intended, much needed musical revolution has been weakened, perverted, polluted, until it is no more than a hideous fashion show. A fashion show that began as a rebellion itself against corporate mainstream, yet today it finds itself to be the very mainstream that it claimed to be alternative to. While the bands who would before criticize arena rock stars now find themselves arena rock stars! What was once the antidote has now become the poison. The cure has become the disease. Ahh, let the church sing. Amen!! (Congregation: Amen!!) |
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from Stuck Mojo - Pigwalk (2000)
Who's ego trippin' suckers need to start to skippin' remove
the fork from my anus because I ain't done. One of a kind never to be figured out, but oh naw, naw don't let me run my mouth about the wrong thing. Bonz shut the fuck up but I don't think so check out my ill flow the shortcomings of my life won't let me go so I have to maintain or get out of control! Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! Look in the mirror. What do I see? An angry motherfucker looking back at me. The pressure of the world got my mind on rewind. Man I reminisce when things were divine. But everything is fucked up and ass-backwards plus it's wack. You better hope someone you trust got your back. You're already hit slobbering red spit in the world of rock-n-roll shit gets out of control. Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! |
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Target sick of the black bullshit crime is prime time check out the news
how many times I trust then cuss leave in the end in full discuss point blank give up loot or I am gonna shoot. Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. Target can't walk alone frightened for my life at night there is a psycho on the loose with a knife sticking me for my cream I can't even scream don't move sucker or I will hurt you!!!!!!!!!! Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. You can't see ~ Beaten down for the last time. You're not me ~ Victimized for the last time. Sympathy ~ Kicked down for the last time. I don't need ~ Violated for the last time. Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. Con me, beg me, rob me, violated. Stalk me, beat me, rape me, violated. You can't see ~ Beaten down for the last time. You're not me ~ Victimized for the last time. Sympathy ~ Kicked down for the last time. I don't need ~ Violated for the last time. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
Hello, this is Sally Smothers
Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home And some can't remember their last meal The luxuries most of us have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo family would like you to join in the fight to help these people Our progressive out-reach program starts with bringing the want ads section From local newspapers to the attention of these victims Then we begin kicking them and screaming Get a fucking job you bums! You make me sick! I want to kill you! We feel that our radical techniques have motivated our less fortunate citizens As well as provide a much needed tension release for our over taxed population. For more information, please call a Hate Breed group at 827- |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson
We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black community are in fact detrimental to the very people you claim to represent. We also feel that as a result you do much to undermind the well-being and harmony of the United States as a whole. You kind of work for the advancement of the black community and you speak from a position that the black population cannot advance itself socialy, politically or economically because an immovable object, the white establishment, forever blocks its path Yet you preach further support such as welfare and affirmative action that put members of the population in a position of dependancy and reliance on the establishment You bask in the glow of the media spot light, you passionately decree that racism and prejudice are alive today as they were four hundred years ago, but does this do anything to reverse it's effect? No one with the intellegence will deny that a great atrocity was commited against the black race at the hands of white settlers of this country, but a wound cannot heal if it is continuously re-opened That is to say, that it will heal but it will take much longer and the scar it leaves will be grotesque and raise high on the skin A true leader leads by example and the example you have shown is not one of stregnth of character, self-reliance, commentment to excellence or personal accountability It's these traits that are necessary to advace oneself as an individual It is only as strong curagous and moral individuals that any race can live the quality of life that it chooses We give our deepest respect to the true leaders: Alan Keys, J.C. Watts, Tony Brown, and Dr. Walter Williams Men who never deny their heritege but are proud to be first and foremost a part of the human race |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
Events of recent history indicate that Americans are setting a course
for the end of their own great nation. The ever growing trend in this country is to judge people, not by their individual character, but by their identity as a member of a specific group No one has ever succeeded or failed in life as a result of their group affiliation A person's success or failure is also not based on luck, but on the sum total of the decisions that they have made. Those who succeed do so through good work ethic and their wise use of their power to choose The opposite is true for those who fail The ideals of individual accountability and responsibility in the United States are dying everyday. A gun cannot be responsible for a death, just as a shovel cannot be responsible for digging a ditch Both are only tools, that have no will of their own Responsibility is an adjunct through conscious choice and is the price we pay for freedom Freedom is also a tool It is an essential tool needed by human beings if they are to prosper, rather than to merely survive. Yet there are those who would rather trade their freedom for security Some believe that it is the responsibility of government to provide for you In truth, we form government to ensure and protect the freedom that is already inherently ours |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
Slit the wrist, the devil's kiss evil days it slips
I loathe them and hate them for Their sickly toxic presence For the country I love they Show no god damn reverence No character, no pride A man without a sense of dignity Collectivist mindset, a danger to our liberty I feel the need to kill the seed To bleed the breed of this disease Happiness and ignorance as long As he can pay the rent Until the day that freedom's gone Utopian society, a welfare state for you and me Until the day that freedom's gone I smell it, I taste it It runs through my blood, I'm free I see the fear in your eyes I'm not afraid to bleed Survivalist of the apocalypse Fingertips my freedom grip |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
I watch you be consumed by your own weakness
It's a sickness and I've been a witness No pride no respect the image you project It's a sickness and I've been a witness The sickness inside of you It eats you deletes you The haze that you live in It rapes you it breaks you I watch you travel down the path of evilution Your words they sicken me Where's the solution The life you lead is soulless pollution You seem to live your life in total confusion Step up, you can front if you want to You're a slave and a slug to your favorite drug You're half a man, your own biggest fan I often visualize this world Without your filthy presence And I stand pissin' on your grave Without a sense of reverence A disease of society Stranger to sobriety You're half a man, your own biggest fan |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
I feel it comin' down
I see it all around me Must break the cycle down Will we ever see the truth It's an apocalyptic time An apocalyptic era Days of autmn near Hands shake in terror Quivering, shivering, it's the start of the ice age A hate, fear mixture starts the public outrage 123 class warfare the enemy Fueling the fire with a single parent family Disbelievers turn to welfare receivers Underachievers, currupted leaders I feel it comin' down Let their heads roll I feel it comin' down Now who sold their soul Spent your life all chilled-out on sedatives The common man doesn't even know his congressman Simple man, simple mind, a cog in the sprocket So stay in your boat and don't try to rock it Get up, stand up, put up or shut up Time is now so run before the door shuts You're only free if your open to see Without a flag and a gun there's no liberty Have some pride and you'll be all right Search inside and you'll be all right See the sign and you'll be all right Break the binds and you'll be all right |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
All in the name of war
We crave it, we need it We watch it on our TV sets We wage it, we breed it Then spilling blood with no regrets Senorita glad to meet ya' We kill your people as we greet ya' Our wars define our place in time Resolved by feud for all mankind Man's destiny Man's suffering Fuck it! Give war a chance Embedded internal We know that it's our destiny Internalized paralyze The thirst for war, the killing seed In the jungle by the river Death for sale We will deliver Our wars define our place in time Resolve by feud for all mankind |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
Hello, this is Sally Smothers
Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home And some can't remember their last meal The luxuries most of us have worked our whole lives to obtain Will most likely never be experienced by these, less fortunate souls Howdy folks, John Neighborly here We in the Mojo family would like you to join in the fight to help these people Our progressive out-reach program starts with bringing the want ads section From local newspapers to the attention of these victims Then we begin kicking them and screaming "Get a fucking job you bums! You make me sick! I want to kill you!" We feel that our radical techniques have motivated our less fortunate citizens As well as provide a much needed tension release for our over taxed population For more information, please call a Hate Breed group at 827-HATE and thanks for your support |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
It's time for me to raise that dead man
You must be going right out of your mind Surprise me, you picked a hell of a time You must despise me, the words I can't find It's just me, hate machine by design Lessons in respect could be easily achieved A blow to the head, down 1-2-3 You could get up, stand up, fight for your life A left and a right, then out go your lights It's my life, my time and time for you to recognize That pay backs from way back can Hurt you like a motherfucker Inside, outside, prepare for some retribution My path is set and hell's comin' with me It's time for me to raise the dead man You're just standing there got Piss runnin' down your leg You bleed real nice and you're too proud to beg Now your thoughts are turning toward Obtaining a weapon You didn't buy the last one so don't Hesitate for a second AR 15 and my Glock 40 cal Converted Tech 9, now who's your favorite pal I'd rather carve your heart out With a dull rusty knife And when it's all over, bigger fishes fry tonight |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
What started as a vision
Became my struggle and my mission Just a simple plan a simple band And I always said I can Never allowed our exploitation To have a global domination Just a simple plan a simple band And we stole the ball and ran When the cards are stacked against me And my heart is full of envy I'm feeling wiser as the days go by It's the game I play Me and my boys we set the tone With a decade in our pocket we saw the World and always rocked it We never doubted never pouted And had the competition scouted Always maximized our potential Growth rate always exponential We never doubted never pouted And left the competition routed |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
This lesson starts with some wisdom
A king must build himself a kingdom Predatory instinctive, creature admired And my people's teacher An Alpha male with a focus Easily angered like a swarm of locust Affiliation to no groups or milita Like a sniper, I won't miss ya Fruitless attempt to be a man, you don't understand No pride, no respect Where you stand defines the man So put yourself in check The one is here now bow down, you want to be like me Live it - love it - be it You want to be like me King of kings so step off You want to be like me The one is here now bow down Sketchy twitchy little person Woody Allen, a famous version Of what this tale is about Heed the word and shut the mouth Go and hide run for shelter Forget your girl, you couldn't help her Strong surviving, the weak be eaten Rise up or start retreating A jelly fish in stature Focused on things that just don't matter A skinny, pathetic, gutless creature Respected like a molesting preacher Lonely, and it's the best thing for ya' Family, but they all deplore ya' Search to find that deep inside There's no place to hide |
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from Stuck Mojo - Declaration Of A Headhunter (2000)
I live for the hunt
I thirst for the kill I lust and I eat I sleep where I will Love the thrill - take the pill Standing still and growing ill Gun owner and I carry Carjack proof so punks be wary Seeds we sew - to and fro Compromised and here we go Only the righteous on the light side Changing seasons along for the ride I search for purpose, do you? Fear surrendered Walk the line, come one and do it Walk the line, don't act like you knew it I can be a motherfuckin' dick Got a temper and it'll flare up real quick Talk the shit - run the lip Nervous tick - hear the click Emperor of this world King of the planet Sinner by trade Creature by habit Have the gall - climb the wall Want it all - never fall |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
I remember the motto corporate rock sucks,
now I look at Green Day it must be payday. Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little alternative nation talent must be on vacation. You say the underground is metal music now come take some lessons learn how to throw down. You little Weezer, you became a Breeder Filter through Gin and Blossom to begin. We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. Ahhh! You become what you despise! With your fake accent Rancid-smelling ass signing phat contracts but you tell me will it last. Yo let's burn a Bush, paint a Silverchair back to black ask me if I even care. We'll in Flame your Lips crack your Lemonhead blow up an Oasis Blind Melons dead and 120 Minutes of bitches sounding like Crows Count them all before you start to blow! We're the alternative to the alternative, heavy is where it's at. Ahhh! You become what you despise! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
Cutting back to civil rights they wanna tell what's wrong what's right.
Take ten steps turn around and blast how long will the right to bear arms last? The right to assemble a crew, the wrong to vote the wrong way and everything's through. Back to the hangers in the alley we roll up and shoot up your fucking rally! I want my right to smoke herb but the main is paid so that thought is wild and absurd. Dismiss them the whole fucking system but in the meantime I wish those crazy bald heads would fucking die, but they multiply. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. House of Representatives needs a sedative. They're driving the middleman out of his residence. But you're still hesitant to fight for your rights Twelve-ounce curls, then you fuss and you gripe. You say, "Why vote?" There's no hope. Too many people died so they can't revoke my freedom of speech. It's time to reach. Each one, teach one. Time to release the fury and the pain. All my life I've been a slave. You can't hold me down, I refuse to be broken. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Oh say can't see - everything in the world ain't what it seems. Little boys and girls educated yourself. Grab your AK-44 Cal. off the top shelf. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Only the strong survive ~ arm yourself and people take a stand. Only the strong survive ~ my gun control is a steady hand. Liberal social policy leads to a society of people who depend on government and as government gains that power over the people you will lose your rights and freedom that our forefathers fought and died for, so love it or leave it. If you want my gun come and get it. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
No sham in my game I bust out your frame
The week and the spineless I love to maim He's the bully on the block so start running The path of the wide & the crooked when he's coming Poisoned with hate and fear so I don't wanna hear Neglected as a child so I act crazy and wild This is my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk You're in my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk Mad at the world like a time bomb ticking Find an innocent punk to start kicking He's the bully on the block so start running The path of the wide & the crooked when he's coming Poisoned with hate and fear so I don't wanna hear Neglected as a child so I act crazy and wild This is my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk You're in my world!! Pigwalk ~ Pigwalk |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
Ten minutes of death, murder, destruction.
Preceeded by some simple instructions. Channel 2, channel5, 36, 46, click click, yo ain't that a bitch? Don't snooze on the news 'cause you're gonna lose. Hell, is what you sell on a large scale. Profit for misery, you know it's sick. The people that you sell, a mindless clientele. The poison schools, the prison pools is where you send your youth to break the rules. Education's been non-void, that's why I'm so paranoid. One time, and one time only if it's detrimental to your ass home, but let it be something making no sense, they pump a lot of hype and make a strong defense. To spread the ideas and burn the ones... Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. What lies do you read? Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe? Propaganda. Is white really good? Propaganda. Is black really bad? Propaganda. We're talking about propaganda. Hid a secret from a nigga put it in a book. Ohh shit, my race got took. Ever heard of Maat? I think not, Black man's religion that got faded out. Nigga lovers, I treat them like my brothers. Civil rights, they killed plenty whites, but they'll have you to believe that no white died for black. Do you reall beleive? The poison schools, the prison pools is where you send your youth to break the rules. Education's been non-void, that's why I'm so paranoid. One time, and one time only if it's detrimental to your ass home, but let it be something making no sense, they pump a lot of hype and make a strong defense. To spread the ideas and burn the ones... Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. What lies do you read? Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe? Propaganda. Is white really good? Propaganda. Is black really bad? Propaganda. We're talking about propaganda. Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. Don't believe the hype. Propaganda. What lies do you read? Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe? Propaganda. Is white really good? Propaganda. Is black really bad? Propaganda. We're talking about propaganda. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
South of the Mason-Dixon finger-lickin' good
Welcome to my neighborhood Congeniality, hostpitality go hand in hand, But don't dis a Southerner, we're quick to take a stand. The South will rise again already there Olympic City, '96 was our year. The weather's swell, on racism we won't dwell 'Cause everything north of us they won't tell. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. We have an L.A. east of the Mississippi, Lower Alabama, we're from Atlanta. The Carolinas, there's a no coast finer than our coast, You know the South rocks the most. We love wrestling and NASCAR, too. People down here make mean barbecue. From Freaknik to Bike Week my religion is unique, My Southern belles like honeysuckle. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. I've got that Southern pride. I've got that Southern pride. Shine my Southern pride let it shine. |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
Who's ego trippin' suckers need to start to skippin' remove
the fork from my anus because I ain't done. One of a kind never to be figured out, but oh naw, naw don't let me run my mouth about the wrong thing. Bonz shut the fuck up but I don't think so check out my ill flow the shortcomings of my life won't let me go so I have to maintain or get out of control! Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! Look in the mirror. What do I see? An angry motherfucker looking back at me. The pressure of the world got my mind on rewind. Man I reminisce when things were divine. But everything is fucked up and ass-backwards plus it's wack. You better hope someone you trust got your back. You're already hit slobbering red spit in the world of rock-n-roll shit gets out of control. Just a product of my environment experiment still in development so solution. Tell me what you doing? Poison mind control so I have to let it go. Twisted ~ I am twisted. Twisted Twisted ~ I am so twisted!! |
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from Stuck Mojo - Violate This (2002)
I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, and dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be. And now I spend my time looking all around, For a man that's nowhere to be found. Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching, I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around. 'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild. Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah. Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination. I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll go crazy. But now I spend my time looking all around, For a man thats nowhere to be found. Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching, I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around. 'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild. Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah. |
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