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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire He rocks a big ? caber A ping pong table for a ring He's mentally unstable To him murder it ain't no thing He'll do you dirty style He's holding dirty bile He's out pumping on the corner Trying to stay warm And keep it cool like Miles He keeps it fundamental He's got the jeans and the bubblegoose on There's murder on his mental He's got the deuce deuce in his palm And y'all know the fable How cain did able Ever since the beginning The world keeps pinning just like a turntable 2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire La la la la la la la la [B Real Hand on the Pump sample] When it's selling out back Likes to pump crack To the fiends that be getting high He keeps his hand on the pump He's ready to dump On any chump that would even try He got a finger on the trigger He ain't scared to pull it Head full of liquor Boy you might catch a bullet They're holes in stable Drugs on the table Everybody's sitting round Watching cops on the cable Dressed like a slob Keeps his hair braided He's never been robbed, He's only been raided. He's never known joy The boy is so jaded He's never been loved He's only been hated His soul's on ice His heart is stone Just another dead king Rotting on his throne With a pain that would Cut you down to the bone You're born alone Boy you die alone 2 pieces of drama The hammer's bout' to fall 2 pieces of drama there's gunplay in the hall 2 pieces of drama Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire 2 pieces of drama Boy you know not to play with fire [x2] |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
It's been seven years down the road
I got no more tears in me left to flow Since I did my baby wrong She left me lonely for so long Now I'm out here on my own Lord won't you please bring my baby home? Lord won't you please bring my baby home Lord won't you please bring my baby home? It goes one for the treble two for the bass Used to mess with this girl way back in the day She was from the peace days and she went both ways yea, the girl was a freak I used to call her Monique And before we even spoke about knockin' the boots she said her names been changed to avoid law suits So now wer'e gettin' down to the nitty of the gritty She brought her friend 'round and DAMN she was pretty! Betty was twisted said her number was listed grabbed my love two fisted hugged and kissed it she said "one in the hand is worth two in the bush" but when push came to shove yo I had my own theories World series of love It's two on one when I got caught with a smokin' gun. His wifey came home and she bursted in Now I'm lookin' for my heart like it's made from tin The road that I travel ain't got yellow bricks my old woman thinks that all men are pricks then she flipped the script she's puttin' lip to lip everytime I think about it I just lose my grip I've been up and I've been down I've been high and I've been low I've been square and I've been round I've been fast and I've slow I've been cool and I've been calm I've been kind and I've been crass I held the whole world right in my palm I tried to spread it around but it sure went fast Oh won't you please bring my baby home? Lord won't you please bring my baby home (repeat repeat repeat) |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
I don't do work I do damage, everytime I pick up the mic I manage
To diss someone or get somebody pissed Take off my coat, clear my throat and begin to dismiss All you fucked up punks that pollute mankind Give me the mic take a hike, give me a piece of mind Don't shout shut your mouth I'm trying to think cleary You say my rhymes are dope check it out This is nearly the start of something big like startin' a fire You think the party is here, I'll take the level higher I'm Everlast get off your ass you cut my rug you understand my game plan You say man that kid bug, soya blood cotacs if you like the key Now I'll stomp your head till you're dead or at least till you bleed Fuck everyone! It's the Syndicate I say what I want to, I say, "Hey fuck off punk" just to taunt you Into believing the ryhmes I say are meant for one thing And that's achieving my goal So I can stroll where the fat money rolls, 'cross the bridge over trouble waters Pay the toll with no bother, no fuss, In God I trust but the rest pay the cash that's a must The reason I'm teasin' you is it's pleasin' me to see how funny this can be When I grab the mic I'm like a three wheel bike I'm always on a roll, I'm always good as gold, So before you smack lip stick and try to talk shit I'll tell you now the battle's over and the joint is lit so quit All hell breaks loose and it's a little known fact T hat I attract and cause a crowd to react Like an atomic explosion of the pacific ocean The crowd gets large and I got this notion All I wanna do is speak my rhyme and get paid 'Cause I'm in a trade to not be played and watch suckerss get slain Put out of business, come on what is this, you came too late, boy Class been dismissed, canceled, terminated put on a natural brake North, find a new school to attend 'cause you know I'm goona say what I wanna I'll grab the microphone and let my knowledge be born up, intelligence Excellence, razor sharp wit, it's known shit, it's always gotta be legit And up to par no matter who you are, I know I'm not the best but I still leave scars on your brain cells What the hell... Fuck Everyone! Everybody...Fuck'em... (2x) Every everybody fuck'em! I got Tipper Gore protestin' my lyrics, Fuck that bitch I don't need a clearance To write my rhymes, speak my mind, You can't censor me the public's not blind It's time they knew whats goin' on, You shouldn't have the power to stop a song Even if you don't like what you hear Even if the song is strikin' fear into your heart Body, soul and brain it's my opinion so it's my domain, Fuck all those standin' in my way Step to me and you'll have to pay what I say so pay your debt You fuck with me and you'll have regrets Fuck everyone... Fuck'em (2x)... Fuck'em now... Fuck the fed now fuck'em now... Fuck'em everybody! We don't want to hear bullshit niggers... Fuck Everyone (2x)... Fuck'em Now, fuck you HAHA... FUCK'EM! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Gets all my love X4
Pick up the pace Keep it Freak it Can ya keep a secret So can I Why ask why Try Bud dry I get fly smokin' a thai Puffin' a blunt Tokin' a spliff Stoppin' any crew that tries to rip The House of Pain Cypress Hill Funkdoobiest My girl's on the pill So I can drill And not have to kill An unborn child cause that's just wild I felt the pain I built the house All respect due to Mickey Mouse Club, I'm rhymin' on the dub Switch off the track so I can shout out my love Yeah, you know my mother, she gets all my love My sister Casandra My neice Jessica Rose They get all my love Danny Boy gets all my love My DJ Lethal, he gets all my love Cypress Hill, they get all my love Son Doobie the Vocal Avenger, he gets all my love Ralph Emms the Mexican gets all my love The Divine Styler, he gets all my love Bronx Style Bob and Claudia, they get all my love My man Wise Guy gets all my love Yes, you know my man Matt Champy gets all my love, rest in peace my brother I know you in a better place now than when you were here Kahaku gets all my love My man Cameron, First Born, Scribbles, and ATA, they get all my love 'Cause those are my boys, ya know, ha ha My man Al B. gets all my love Good lookin' out, my brother Yeah, my man Balthazar get even the thirteenth floor get all my love My man Captain Rudethrow gets all my love Yes, Kid Jazz and Kid Scratch, they get all my love Up in the boogie down Bronx I don't forget Yes, and for inspiration, I'd like to thank Allah He gets all my love All my love ALL MY LOVE |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I'm gonna find me a woman that's real I'm gonna find me a woman that's strong I'm gonna find me a woman that's oh so true I got a pedestal to put her on I found me a girl, she's sweet as could be And everything in her world revolved all around me I had a chance to make her mine, but I was too blind to see Now I got to let her go, and pray she comes back to me She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend Gonna find me a woman that's young Gonna find me a woman that's pretty Gonna find me a woman that swears I'm the one I'm gonna try not to treat her shitty Girl, I've been drinking heavy ever since you've been gone And I've been thinking baby, that I was wrong And you've been holding out for way too long I get this feeling that you don't wanna be long She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I'm gonna find me a woman that's tough I'm gonna find me a woman that's loyal I'm gonna find me a woman that say she got enough And that's when I'm gonna spoil Girl I've been waiting such a very long time My heart's gonna break girl if I don't make you mine What's past is past, what's done I cannot rewind All said and done girl, still you're one of a kind She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend I hate her cause I love her so I hurt her again Don't want no other lover, won't go through it again She's my angel, she's my lover, she's my very best friend |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead You can't disrespect it I'm the resurrected Back from the dead Just to mess with your head I'll stress what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might be positive And not even know I rock the hardcore From the floor to the ceilin' I give sexual healin' I'll get your girlie squealin' Like a pig My grave's somethin' you can never dig I'll rock a mausoleum Backyard a colosseum 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Skip the autopsy 'Cause I never O.D.'d I only puff boom kid I never get skeed I don't sniff or shoot up Rip I'll stick my boot up Your ass quick fast Everlast don't jive Just like Pearl Jam I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club] Spreadin' like tumors Gossip and lies Exaggerated reports of my demise And if you believed 'em Well then you got gassed The media deceived em' Just like in the past 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead Like Steven Segal I'm hard to kill And like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill I'll beat ya down with my mic Kick your ass with my Nike Bust ya in the eye If ya tell another lie Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Thinkin' I'm dead You must be smokin' dust Come see me bust in the flesh It's a must 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead(fade) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Straight out the casket, rising up. Open up your eyes. Can't you see me.
What the fuck is this? Madness. Pick up my bones. Erase my name from off the tombstones. Alive and kicking. Breathing the air. Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there. No question. My suggestions of the action. Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best. Bleow, you're takin' two shots to your chest. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected. Back from the dead just to mess with your head. I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it. If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it. And if you can't feed it then why not blow. You may be positive and not even know. I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceiling. I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealing. Like a pig. My grave's somethin' you can never dig. I'll rock a mausoleum, backyard a colosseum. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Skip the autopsy 'cause I never O.D.'d. I only puff boom, kid, I never get skeed. I don't sniff or shoot up. Rip I'll stick my boot up, Your ass. Quick fast. Everlast don't jive. Just like Pearl Jam I'm Still Alive. [sample of Pearl Jam, I think!] Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies. Exaggerated rumours of my demise. And if you beleived 'em, well then you got gassed. The media deceived 'em just like in the past. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. Like Steven Segal I'm Hard To Kill. Like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill. I'll beat you down with my mike, kick your ass with my Nike. Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust. Come see me bust in the flesh it's a must. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast comin' back from the dead. You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Back from the dead. (to fade). |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I met a woman in West Virginia She said her name was Alabama She's from a little town outside Savannah Where everybody talk that country grammar She said she killed a man down in Atlanta He beat her and he drank till he couldn't stand up He told her that he loved her but he couldn't stand her She caught him in his sleep, hit him with the hammer She sold her car and she bought a gun Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun Her breath was sweet, her eyes were pretty She said her zodiac sign was Cancer She was on her way to New York City Trying to get a job there as a dancer And then she asked if she could ride up with me And I'm still thinking on the answer She don't want love, she won't take pity She'll break your heart if you give her the chance to This scrammer got an uzi and it weighs a ton Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun (Sun Sun Sun Sun Sun Sun) Lord have mercy on me for all the things I've done (all the things I've done) I lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun (blinded by the sun) Don't forsake me Lord, I'm not the only one (not the only one, no) I lost my mind, my eyes were blinded by the sun (blinded by the sun, yeah) Blinded by the sun This scrammer got an uzi and it weighs a ton Johnny Law got her on the run Another broken bottle and the damage done We've all been blinded by the sun Blinded by the sun |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
You're the air that I breathe
The sun when it breaks through the clouds You're all that I need But I know that you're having some doubts I'm down on my knees I pray you'll stick this out Beggin' you please girl I'm sorry I let you down I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl It's so hard to speak I can barely look you in the eye It's so hard to breathe I know I ain't afraid to die Your breath is so sweet Your kisses could get me high My heart is so weak But your loving could get me by I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl I'm broken like a promise I'm shattered like a dream I'm broken with all my pieces scattered 'round for you to see I'm broken like record I sing the same old song I'm broken like the heart of a man that's run away from love too long Girl what about you What about you girl Girl what about you What about you girl Girl what about you |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
Chorus I say hey now c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo's On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I'm the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry I've never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And I'll engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my style's butter Cause every word I utter Rock's the sky's from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mike's controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, It's makin me sick Chorus (x 3) I'm Danny Boy With the Hard Core style I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!) You get me started and I'm hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area >From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin' Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker Chorus (x 2) I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed I'll kill you all Just like I was the small pox I'll kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax Chorus (x 2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I'll light your ass up
And smoke you like a fag With the whole crew We'll take you for a long ride Little did you know You on the wrong side, son I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it Put your life on the line Homeboy you lose it That how it goes, homes I blow domes When I rock mircophones I can get swift to the riff from an old jam I'm wise like an old man And don't take shit from no clan Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club Wack MC's tryin' to rhyme it with my dub **** the bullshit The piece gets pulled quick Fourteen pulls on my trigger That's the whole clip And if there's anyone still standin' Thinkin' that they're runnin' shit They can come and get some of this * Come and get some of this Come and get some of this over here If not stand clear and you got nothin' to fear I'm livin' in a state of grace And it's a ****** up place I'll put my gun in your face If you set up you'll get broke up It's no joke, blood I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke bud That's all I do It's all I need I buck down a little sucker Just to watch him bleed That's my style It's how I do my thing This is the House of Pain And I'm the king I come real with it Can ya deal with it Or will ya run for shelter Though you barely felt the House of Pain in full effect and if you come with disrespect You can come and get some of this *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Stop...The law has been broken
He who breaks the law shall be punished Back to the House of Pain Back to the House of Pain (Sample from the movie "The Island of Dr. Moreau") |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
"Stop!.......
The law has been broken! He who breaks the law, shall be punished! Back to the House Of Pain!" "Back to the House Of Pain!" |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My shit'll get hectic real quick This is the House Of Pain (pain) And pain is one thing we're not Cause we know we've got Style and fashion, smoke some hash and I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back Chop seuy don't do me no good I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back You wanna move on me, you better bring an army I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly So watch your lady, because I'm (Danny Boy!) Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy) Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
A yes yes y'all It's too fresh y'all
A little b-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind And if I think 'bout it one more time I'm a blow my stack See ya out the back Give me some room that I can breathe in Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard King of the lizard My mojo's risin' like my nature should Not everybody can relate to hood But I used to roll with high frequency Had a habit of juvenile delinquency If y'all could see all the things I did When I was a kid Ya might flip ya lid 'Cause... When I was the age of one My father gave me my very first gun When I was the age of two I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew And when I was the age of three I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me And when I was the age of four I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore See... Day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' (x2) *The man that lives by the pistol Dies by the smokin' gun (gun) I think I hear a steam whistle Lord, when my train gonna come *Repeat Yo, all you duns packin' guns Fightin' for ones It's time to get these hons Start raisin' some sons Plant your seed in some fertile soil And watch me start bubblin' Like I'm 'bout to boil Like Olive Oil love Popeye Just won't stoppa I got to keep rockin' Ticks keep tockin' Time keeps slippin' My mind keeps trippin' I'm in the road less traveled Sure got lotta stones I say day to the night Night to the day Up around where I stay We do things this way You got to watch how you act And watch what you say 'Cause their ain't no stallin' When the death come callin' (x2) When the death come callin' (x2) Watch me break it down There's a red house yonder Just over the hill With my name carved into the window sill I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down That's what me and my old woman used to say We used to lie in bed and make love all day Now I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground *Repeat (x2) when my train gonna come (x4) |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Yes yes ya'll)
(Cause I'm so fly) (Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye) I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin Kid, where you been I got a blue eye But my tight lenght devil I freak harmonies Like my brother is Nevel And I can rock Through your style Eatin cold hardy stew So whachya wanna do I'm comin real soon To a theatre near you So why dont you cratique me While I'm love on stage Cause I'm gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it When I bust my gage Cause all that loud gun talk Dont mean squat If my tool gets hot I'm a burst your knot And give it all I got Up in your wisdom slot And cold and rains couldnt stop her From callin me poppa Big daady draw dropper Mr.Heart breaker She leaves Mary Poppins And comes home Seka Chorus Yes yes ya'll Cause I'm so fly (so fly) Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye Yes yes ya'll Cause we dont fake (dont fake) And he's down to come to feel your earthquake Socalize a little somethin' And you sweatin my style Challenge my world You wanna shell my mix You wanna sit with my flesh And reconize the tesh Ya never seen this niggers best A marage, a nest I hit your head with styles that are liquid You drip this Sweat this Perspired is desired, this wetness You get from Divine style Spark this girl, chill I see you got the love, the lust So why dont you live my cosmos exodus To my precous I'm a undress my message Into my wisdom body To my wisdom method You need a star for your cresent I got a diablo brass For your atmosphere My (a) dope mathamatics Are soak like Insin-sincere Uh, baby For my apparatus I do justice to your physical Annoint your aider never spendin your nobler A hard slyle at stages While the guard be sparkin that indo seed The Earth pieces be increasin That need to be pleased I represent the illest villans And the worst of bad breeze Ah baby, If you wanna next my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live Keep it real straight To the Earthly Feel this style Earthquake Chorus (x 2) My love's stronger than pride My loves thicker than blood My killer swarm's in effect Nobodys livin off hud If you miss with his gun I'll run a patriot gig I'll have you flippin your wing I'll put the clip in my sink And cock the hammer back Click Clack Put a hole in your back The size of a plum You can come git some But my attitude shitty Like G Gordon Litty Take pity on a child Thats been raised in the city Chill- From East to West To maintain my rep So many times To assume my flow I go mono, stereo Or solo You never know Choose a flow And I'll throw the phattest atom I'm so hot, and so law And so far from the plan I reflectulate the ladies That be scannin My composition decirclar Hurtin the madd opposition Chorus (x 2) |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
"Everything must change . . "
*Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool *Repeat I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow *Repeat I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed *Repeat (x2) |
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from The Mod Squad (비트 시티) by Bc Smith [ost] (1999)
Everything must change . . : Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money >From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
"Everything must change . . " Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody poolI knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money >From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin' to
go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars... I don't need a glock cause I'm not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated Step into my sector, homeboy, you'll get greeted By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's gettin' shot And if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked down I don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round, check out the sound And let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky Stinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttime Between the sheets Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room, and I'll explode Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load So hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no more Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile You'll be 'Surprise surprise surprise!' as I Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop I'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop So you better quit, zit I came to rip shit Blastin' with the Soul Assassins Askin' the question, teachin' the lesson Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started, what're you, retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin' in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain So feel it Chorus Just feel it Feel it Just feel it C'mon, y'all, feel it Back to the rhyme, I'm always on time A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it's futile To step up, cause you'll get swept up Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you're a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I've got a subsciption to High Times Son Dooby's in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or mickeys I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Malboro Don't fuck with me, punk, you know that I'm thorough Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force Feedin' you beats, straight off the streets So catch me catch me, if you can You know I'm the man like Chewbacca knows Han Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin' When I be flowin', I get the job done Cause I'm number one, the Prodigal Son I left and I came back, but not with the same rap And not with the same style, I'm known to get buckwild The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus So feel it |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Check Uh huh Check check, y'all
Yo Whitey Ford's the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn't get more bent When it's time to represent I control it like rent In a slum tenement Life's hard like some men In the concrete jungle I don't smoke jumbo So whatcha knockin' for There's locks on my door We rock from the floor To the ceilin' Ain't no drug dealin' Ain't no gat peelin' You can't fight this feelin' Well, My style's golden Hot like molten rock Niggers come bold But leave here holdin' jock High roll patrol Roll through the set on fifth Arm's solo Sippin' momo with a chick Niggers take the penitentiary Chances at the dances Lettin' off shots Lit off the lanterns Mad 'cause a nigga can't test with no access To phatness like this From one story the cowboy was founded I'm surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford The whole world and your girl From the Bay to LA To my blue end while I ain't tryin' to die I'm tryin' to live While I cool out And pick up my daughter When the bell says the school out Who the hell brought tools In this peaceful event Now I can love you Front you Or we could hunt you You played too close Take a hit of this dose A yes, yes, y'all Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh y'all To the beat y'all Sadat X: A yes yes y'all Casual: We don't stop dog We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo Uh huh, ha I see the rappers bein' ruined By you and whoever's doin' that Crap, they got me booin' In fact, I'm gettin' to 'em May an electrical poetical surge Give me the urge To, consume, the tomb And submerge The depths of adverbs Keep it sick Analytical You pitiful trick I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal Rhyme style's Hip nautical Fuck the artical The artist is hardest To harvest the hard shit I slave till all my work is done I'm cashin' in Stack up my money for a grand set I like them all house parties rockin' Plus I'm up in your cozy Bitch turn your head and keep your eyes Where they supposed to be Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh Brown skin I keep it bouncin' I say loungin' On the side with red wine I know that shit on my floor ain't swine Now back it up Stack it up And hit me one more time It might be your phone call But check it, it's my dime And I know she's fine But get off my line Or I'll break that spine And then maybe your face You all up in my space Like with Puffy and Mase But that's just not the case 'Cause I'm settin' the pace While you followin' and swallowin' Savorin' the flavor In your audio for now Quick suckin' my style I'll be the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire *Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby **'Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funky beat 'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) **Repeat I'll leave a piece of my style Flyin' high up in the air And you'll say to yourself Damn I'm glad I was there This is as rare as me frickin' share You people stare But behind closed doors You will take it there Yeah I be the extraordinare Judge from Bayfare To Albee Square Tell me where the party at I'll be there Let her hit the coney at Show her where to rock the pony at I be the man With the large amounts of sapphire fare I'm about to cut loose My dog so you all best beware You can dance with flare And get out of your chair We be smarter than your average boo boo bear *Repeat **Repeat (x4) |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And everyone's sportin' the same profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands I rock mikes and roll bikes, I cross foriegn lands I made my bones out in zones where twilight be And every time I touch the mike it's Fright Night Part Three For every emcee that wannaa test and try In your custom made wears thinkin' you too fly Make it up in gold chains what you're lackin' for brains It's time to call your ma, duke, scoop up your remains And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin' I'm knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door While every rapper that's simmed is pimped like a whore You see the talk is eighteen, three quarters past four When your doctor slaps my ass, hear the lion roar The record sales soared and the world got toured You say what happened to my band, I say I just got bored Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I praise the Lord Find me breakin' up your crews, catch me singin' the blues Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing *Down, down, you go Down, down, so low Down, down, till you hit the floor Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more You go point blank range with the scope he's knockin' The Psycho might change but there ain't no stoppin' The mmon's on the rise when the sun start droppin' And y'all need to quit the bullshit that you be poppin' 'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP Now he's the best, it's Abdul Rakim And when referring to me you must respect the name Make a quick double take and double check your game 'Cause you about to get dissed, I'm checkin' my list When I check it over twice it's like rollin' dice I hit four, five, six, I'm all up in your mix I rock good from Hollywood to the city of bricks And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real While you're makin' your deal we'll be breakin' the seal You be breakin' your vows like people worshippin' cows And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's Like Vinny Barbarino, Matt Pachino I'm with my man Rino with the Brooklyn Lordz Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole I take it back to the future from the days of old I'm too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya Don't stick your nose in businessthat don't concern ya Might have to trip and flip like Ive Turner You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya *Repeat |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
Na-na-nahh-na, na-na-nahh-na, hey, hey, hey...goodbye! [2x] Goodbye, goodbyeit's over We're through It's done Our relationship is no longer one on one So I guit girl I don't need this I'm disgraced 'cause in my face You spin I quit stepin' out wit another guy After givin' you my love I deserve to know why How long has this been going on How long have you been doin' me raw You thought I didn't know You thought I wouldn't go Well, that's why I'm makin' this song To say goodbye Na-na-nahh-na, na-na-nahh-na, hey, hey, hey...goodbye! [2x] Pack your bags Get out of site I won't see you with a man on another night You try to play me like a fool But now you see you've been schooled By the e And it's plain to see You thought you had luck like a four-leaf clover Well, your luck just ran out Home girl it's over I hope you had a lot a fun Were you lyin' when you said I'm #1 Well, I guess it don't matter It makes no difference I cought you wit' a smokin' gun Or so to speak Girl you a natural born sneak And the hand you delt me was really weak But that's alright, you won't see me cryin' I brush a girl off when I catch her lyin' So when I toss you out Don't dare ask why Don't try to return wit' a tear in your eye That's just my way of sayin' goodbye... Na-na-nahh-na, na-na-nahh-na, hey, hey, hey...goodbye! 2x Using me Confusing me Inside you abusing me Wise up girl I ain't playin' You try to make it better by sayin' let's hit the hey And make love I know your loyal but I can't take the stress I don't need the termoil You told me that you love me But that's a lie You know that I care But I must say goodbye! Who is it you thinkin' about when we kissin' And when we all alone is it him you missin' I couldn't stand the feelin' When I see a man in my spot Next to you So what you want me to do Forget about it Like it never happened Turn the other cheek And wait to be slapped again Until you through with me But you will see I will be the first to say b-y-e So when I toss you out Don't dare ask why It's just my way of sayin' goodbye! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I got the skills
To pay the bills I don't pop pills But I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked You got a booger pick it Sippin' on the fourty Ya know it makes me ***** Spread them legs Grab my ass Fire up the grill and crack the kegs Nobody fear The party's here Everlast is comin' The funky drummer's drummin' Ya only came backstage To make the front page To get me locked up Or get yourself knocked up But I ain't with it Even if I did it I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it My name's Everlast I got the funky rhymes I make more papers than the LA Times I don't do lines But I puff blunts I don't rock fronts But I stuff stunts Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee If ya don't know me Homey, back up off me 'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead You wind up dead You made your bed Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it Take my advice Homeboy, think twice Before you step up step back Or catch a smack Guess who's back *(He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Everybody he's back He's back from the dead With the shaved head Don't start to trip Dip, I brought my lead Just in case you wanna **** around I'll stare ya dead in the face And then I'll buck ya down I'll put ya six feet deep Some say talk's cheap But I make big bucks Servin' up punk ducks By the pound I got the sound I never been checked I only get wrecked I kick the willy drag Let my pants sag Don't give up the booty 'Cause I ain't no fag Checkin' out check it I'm prone to wreck shit If ya dig this joint Check the next shit I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact That the white man's back *Repeat I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's I come in peace But you'll leave in pieces That's how I'm livin' That's how it goes Everyday I'm sleepin' Every night I'm doin' shows Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got Always wear my hat so I never need a shot Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme And if I have to drive I avoid the one time Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover Yeah I'm Irish Word to the motherland But on the other hand I love America, apple pie, mom and all that My pockets stay fat Step the **** back Play me close and you catch a mean dose Of my fist Homeboy you get dissed *Repeat |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Hey, yo yo Everlast.
What up? This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin'? Just checkin' in on ya. Yo, I heard about your accident, I want to know if you're still breathin'? So get at it brother, you know how to reach me, kid. Word is bond, man. I miss ya. Hit me up, peace. |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the mcs that missed it would be the constitution They play their caps backwards still saying wack words No power to (durhust) just a few yes men Raising the question of who gave you a contract They should be fired you're officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour Back in 89 pe fought the power and in 86 big daddy kane was raw And I was right there on the first floor of the palladium You never played a venue local college or a stadium A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession To earn this is a blessing This skills have me guessing learn cause I'm testing Follow this down no question No doubt check it out You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is Built on lies don't apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And they'll all take a piece just like the berlin wall And place it on their mantle like a souvenir And what they call a knick-knack is really your career Chorus You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow When it's time to rise ill open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own Youre holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the knickers and the lakers Playing both coasts closed and european festivals Crowd scream decibels x2 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career From arkansas to minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the shit right we don't be starting no fights And he wont hold out my dough cause I'm a put out his lights And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved We show love they show it back all problems solved You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump But I ain't quitting till I'm shitting on donald trump So take heed to the verses and styles and versions When you socialize with other mcs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want ? ? ? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges ain't funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!)
You gotta know the feel You gotta know the life You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!) I said what's goin' wrong You know it just ain't right Tell me who be loud When the spark ignite Now from the break daylight To the fall of the sun You gotta pick your fight It's time to choose your gun *Front to back Right to left Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth Keep it live all night Make it hot to death Well... Hey... Tell me who's your God Does he make a lotta dough I'm gonna take you higher Or to the fire below *Repeat Guns to roses Abraham to Moses Daylight exposes what the night conceals Let's break these seals And get this thing started Some be out classed Some be out smarted Some be over bound by the blindin' rays I hear the whisper in the night Get trapped in the maze See back in the days When I was juvenile I dreamed of rockin' on the mic In a brand new style Now I'm shakin' these bones Tryin' to get these shoes Outbidded major crews I'm paid crazy dues Now I'm speakin' on you They just slept on me And rumors start spreadin' Just like a disease I'll have you down on your knees Below the spot ground zero Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero A hero ain't nothing but a Don't make me say it again Legend Don't make me say it *Repeat (Ad Libs) That's what I'm sayin (x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rock to ill shit, ya know I kill shit,
An' then build shit, get off my dilznit, 'Cause I don't play that, My style goes way back, I go off my head, ya know I shave my shit, I kicked my shit one time, Gook, F**k the playback! And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit, 'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done, Just like a steak, Gimme A Break, Like Nell Carter, there's tartar on yer teeth, Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke, 'Cause my crew's no joke, The House o' Pain, Is kickin' up dirt an' if we're inside the jam, ya know we're liftin' up skirts, I'm knockin on your door, honey, Let me in... Grabbin on the snatch, feelin on the skin, 'Cause I'm down with the Freak-mode, baby, I'm at my sexual peak young lady. Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie, Don'tcha f**k around, I'll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler, Just like a nun from a Cath'lic school, I'll make ya drool, an' play the fool, Snatch ya up by th'ears, smack ya up like a queer, Take a puff off my blunt an' then sip my beer. Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile, Everlast's my name, I'm from the House of Pain, Ya know that I never played the punk role, 'Cause I'm the light Irish man wit a funky soul... (Refrain) It's what it is, y'all It's what it is...(x4) You're soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter, (Son Doobie) Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies, Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender, Son'll be rockin, until tomorrow Bitin on my shit, I hafta say maybe... 'Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles, Follow, Swallow, the funk pass the bottle, 'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto, I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it, Some say I'm trippin, but right at this minute, I'll freak it, I'll funk it, like a country bumpkin, From Alberquerque, Who's gonna carve the turkey? Ready, serve, entertain like Merv, The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello rip it, sniff it, Panties, I'm a perv. Some say mellow, complicated like a dello, The freakin, who's speakin? Tricks that I'll be beatin, 'Cause I'll be trick-or-treatin, I used to drive a Lincoln. Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I'm readin! I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton! (Refrain) Run for the messhall I rip felsh, yes y'all, an' get your grub While I'm rhymin on your dub, Gettin play at the club, What the f**k you gonna do? Then I step to the pub an' crack a brew- I rip shit, kill it, treat ya like a gas tank, take yer ass an' fill it, cut yer gut an' spill it, To where I reside, Put yer face in my pillow Then take ya for a ride An' have ya weepin like a willow. I tax that butt, wax that ass, An' wait for you to beef... Bust a nut in your teeth (Refrain |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen Chorus The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries Chorus |
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from Everlast - I Get By [single] (2011)
디스 이즈 힙합 ..
ttj25 Party On Fifth Ave. Mac Miller Stereo Hearts (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5) Gym Class .. Let`s Go (Feat. Jay-Z) Jaz-O, T.. Jaz-O The Immobilarie 곡 60 | 담기 11 | 추천 3 |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
You got it (13x)
Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme My name is Everlast and yo I'm always on time I got what it takes to make this groove complete When my DJ cuts he's never missin' a beat I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool Nick Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bangle and Cut Master Quick I worked hard and long to master this traight And to quote my other song, yo I'm just out to get paid So sleep on me now, For my time will come Everlast lasts forever That's why I'm number one I got the knack (7x) Everlast is in effect, gettin' full respect I collect big checks, 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's, a 100 G's I'm pullin' honey's left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight There all on my tip to get a sip of this poetic performer I can get whipped but I'm out to get paid, not to get laid All across the country my records gettin' played The radio stations, clubs and renkores All the shows I play I make them do encores So sleep on me now, For my time will come Everlast lasts forever That's why I'm number one I got the knack (5x) (Ah, yah, hit me, alright, check this out) Step up place your bet and I'll serve your fortune But first I must issue just one word of caution Dope lyric presentations are my soul notiriety Everlast is on the rise movin' through society My voice is moist resighting choice vocals Respected world wide and feared by locals Poppin' junk out your punk mouth Makin' bets it's too late for regrets It's time to pay your debts, E-v-e-r-l-a-s-t It's the name that I fed a poetic demigod with skin that is fare I got the knack (10x) Now there are too many people in this world tryin' to play me Like I'm some kind of sucker constantly they disobey me Tellin' me what's sellin', what kinda records be charted Sound like him, sound like her but they all sound retarded Takin' very little time to write down a rhyme It's confusing to see so many people so fly Some think that it's a sell out rhymin' to this beat But Everlast takes any groove and makes it sound complete I got the knack! |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around I'm no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here The P to the E to the T E rockin' The runs in your stockin' So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground Huh, I jump around I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from Judgment Night (킬러 나이트) [ost] (1992)
Victimized
But you're in bed Stumble out And run dead If it ever paid To self start Environment Make you smart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid I heard it once But not before Begging off And livin' bored My hands are tied Webbed feet again Fell in behind And claim us dead Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Cast this In spite of truth Give it up I'll lie to you Blame and flame this Turnid stat (???) Pointed finger You fall apart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim You played yourself Now you're pointin' fingers How i've robbed and raped ya Bruised and scraped ya But those are just lies Cause in your eyes You've been victimized It's how you size it up You disguise it up And try to make it look real To cover up the low self esteem you feel Introspection And afterthought Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport But now you're caught up In the undertow, You never knew a man Could sink so low But now you know Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the House I felt the Pain You're victimized But got no one to blame Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Holy diver I'm a surviver Feeling like DeNiro In Taxi Driver With Jodi Foster And Harvy Keitel Looks like I'm walkin' Through a livin' hell So spark that owl And I'll get lifted Feelin the effects Of what my spliff did Cause I'm gifted I read Sun Tzu I bought a gun too So you'll never come too The weight of the world Ridin' on my shoulders Cause I'm a soldier I thought I told ya You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
VERSE:
Cockni O' Dire CHORUS: Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'Cause it's the daily routine on which I thrive I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars I got family, I got foes, I got an ally It's the E-man, you got priests and a rabbi I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin' I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine LA swine, got no spine Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick Drop your gun, pig, and get a real dick I got my gat cause I don't trust ya Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya LA's no joke, the cops don't care They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya Way out in Wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on * And life goes on (x13) And on and on till the break of dawn And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way Did you know about the science of creation About the Masons, about their nation Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money But I get mine before the show goes on And life goes on *Repeat |
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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit 2000 zero zero Party just started I got the complex subjects The roughneck stature The jerk factor results and bone fractures Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty I guess thats what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally CHORUS: Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal Call me a visionary advasary Known to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back carry And tell me how far have you come now Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down 'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round Their all my sons just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam This ain't the sopranos You know I roll with the rythm cubanos And billions get served like McDonalds So get the fuck on before I give you a tray Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip 'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be history CHORUS Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic Mystical science act of defiance Bitches get slapped on non-compliance Catgorize me with industry giants I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn I can mix your burn while you wait your turn I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn My sole motivation is rock the whole nation Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient All you drug addicts with the thug tatics You might go to jail if the charge really sticks Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
Yeah Yeah
Whitey Ford and the likwit 2000 zero zero Party just started I got the complex subjects The roughneck stature The jerk factor results and bone fractures Manufactured sounds and images Got me scramblin' like football scrimages Johnny Unitis In god I trust I don't need to get paper everytime I bust Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my label want to jerk me for my royalty I guess thats what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch don't take the shit personally CHORUS: Life's a bitch don't take it personally (3x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal Call me a visionary advasary Known to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back carry And tell me how far have you come now Im sick of all these fake rock B-boys who think they down 'cause they got a tattoo and turn their hat round Their all my sons just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy we ain't fam This ain't the sopranos You know I roll with the rythm cubanos And billions get served like McDonalds So get the fuck on before I give you a tray Year though I ride through the calley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil pumpin' full clip 'cause you ain't nothin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be history CHORUS Yo I motivate to propagate my oral linguistic Mystical science act of defiance Bitches get slapped on non-compliance Catgorize me with industry giants I'm callin shots like my man chick hearn I can mix your burn while you wait your turn I get respect in this here and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper I got money to burn My sole motivation is rock the whole nation Make a rhodes scholar out of a dust patient All you drug addicts with the thug tatics You might go to jail if the charge really sticks Life's a bitch don't take it personally (7x) Life's a bitch don't take it personal |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Too much time, thinkin' 'bout all of my mistakes
My heart, my mind, my soul, my body aches I hunger for the loving arms of your embrace I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road Too much time, thinkin' 'bout everything that went wrong I cry my eyes out every time I hear your song I hope this path leads me back where I belong I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road Too much pride for me to up and take the blame Deep inside, girl, it's killin' me with pain Every night when I sleep I call your name I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road My back is strong, girl I'll carry the load I'm on the grind, in time I'll pay the debt that's owed I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road I walk along a lonely road |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Maybe
Oh if I could pray and I try, dear, You might come back home, home to me. Maybe Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand Oh you might understand. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe dear I guess I might have done something wrong, Honey I’d be glad to admit it. Oh, come on home to me! Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah. Well I know that it just doesn’t ever seem to matter, baby, Oh honey, when I go out or what I’m trying to do, Can’t you see I’m still left here And I’m holding on in needing you. Please, please, please, please, Oh won’t you reconsider babe. Now come on, I said come back, Won’t you come back to me! Maybe dear, oh maybe, maybe, maybe, Let me help you show me how. Honey, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah. Ooh! |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Dollar dollar bills
Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie Never bearer bad news Paying crazy dues I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear 200 proofs will put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire Get rich to empire About to strike back if you rock the mic whack And thats the way it is cause yo its like that (Sadat X) Money money y'all It be the root of all evil (Sadat X) Money money y'all It makes you popular with people I go back to the '80's Like "Three Times A Lady" When it was pussy for free And crack for currency It just occurred to me Its time for surgery I remove emcees like tumors The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove About time made social club Yo word to my mama I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain *Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all *Repeat It takes money (To get that fly ass hoe) It takes money (To see me rock a live show) It takes money (To get that last bag of smoke cause) Hey I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this b-boy thing If its broke than he fix it If its wack the mix it Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick For the style that I'm blessing Ain't no second guessing Can't heed the lesson, subtraction addition The war for submission Ain't no debate Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate I want stocks and bonds Plus the real estate I want the iron gates and low interest rates Plus a fly little spot To bring all my dates A little stash of cash, to put inside the safe When times get lean Y'all know what I mean (Money money y'all) Some be calling it cream (Money money y'all) Some be calling it feti (Money money y'all) But once I get it I'm jeti *Repeat (x5) I want cash and checks I want diamond rings I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds All pros no cons Hey if it smells funny then pack it up honey I want the money y'all I need the money y'all |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Ha
In there, but for the grace of God, go I It's cunning I wonder what it means? I rock a jam for love I quit my band for love I smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love Make you cry like a dove, leave you standing alone In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold 'Cause you sold your soul, now you fearing your death Sniffin' crystal meth 'til their ain't nothin' left But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted Your pride won't admit it, so you start to sink lower Your Caught in a flood, and you tryin' to find Noah If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed If you sleepy and you need a place to lay yo' head Come take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor 'Cause these are the times that friends are for *I see everybody out here doin' for self And they don't give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'til you the next man I get uptight for love You know I'll fight for love And I might keep my wifey up all night for love And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat I can't save the whole street, so I feel like I'm beat And why I play the game when nothin' gonna change? The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend I'm tryin' to keep my diem, I try to give to the poor Tryin' to get through this life and get to that door I'm all up in this mix for these final ticks Going all the way to seven and it's half past six *Repeat I pray to God for love I make G hot for love And I just might blow your freakin' car for love I make you sing "Hey Love" like my man King Sun I freak the art of noise over all you toys Better bring you boys, summon all you crew No matter what you do, it's coming back on you Just like a planet orbits, let your spunge absorb it Logical conclusion is b-boy fusion And confusion say that he want control Of your mentality, your body and your soul So if you lose your hold, come and take my hand And link up this chain, 'cause money that's the plan I'm tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race We either ridin' on a horse or walkin' on our face So come take your place on the side of love And swallow up your ego and your pride for love *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Chorus (x 2)
No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat Puttin phsycology in your biology No scientolgy Dianedic anistedic You took bad advise Kid, I'm madd precise When it's time to get nice I heat it up like Spice Chorus (x 2) C'mon lets be real You only think you can deal Cause when I'm holdin the steel I rock shit that make you feel like "Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it" So you take a phat beat And put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows What could make you persue it For those that cant dance Just clap your hands to it Chorus You tell me you the baddest And you get the most cream But tell me whats the status On your self esteem You fronin on your jewels And your Bens And your Lex, All the bodies that you caught And all the Females you sexed Yes, Yes ya'll True indeed The sight of the world Keeps me high on weed Makes my eyeballs bleed but I must proceed Yo that chic's good lookin But she's hooked on speed Buy a first row ticket Watch the vultures feed Get you culture free From the lust and greed Chorus (x 2) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
I'll assure you and ensure you you're the one I love
All the Gods up in heaven sent you from above Sent you down to Earth just to make me smile Don't you know you're the only thing that's worth while In my life, be my wife, don't turn me down You're the best, so say yes and I will never frown You know you got me on the edge of happiness and despair Doesn't matter if I slip cause I know you're there To catch my fall, all in all I'm havin a ball Whether we're dancin and romancin or leanin on the wall When I'm with you, girl, I could never be bored You're so fine and you're mine yes, I thank the Lord Every minute of the hour, all hours of the day There's one thing I been dyin to say I love you You got me on the edge (2x) We met by chance, I walked in when you were workin I gave you a glace, advanced and caught you smirkin At me, the E-v-e, you know the rest I asked you for your number and began my quest To conquer your heart, body, soul and mind You came around and I found that you were one of my kind So I laid the same old drag, whispered in your ear But that didn't work and I started to fear That you might be too much woman for Everlast to handle In my eyes no girl could hold a candle to you I was confused - hey yo, what's my next move? My boys said, "Relax E, and act real smooth" But that approach wasn't workin and I realized That this girl was really different That scared me a little but it also intrigued me I wanted to know if you were serious, not tryin to lead me On, so I confronted you and asked you the time You said you felt the same way for me and that you'd be mine Forever You got me on the edge (2x) So there we were, a match made in heaven I was thinkin about you girl, 24/7 Every minute, every hour, all day and night In my bedroom or the shower or when ridin my bike You're on my mind all the time and my rhyme's redefined Secret letters to you and they're boldly signed By me because I love you and I always will And the thought of bein without you girl, makes me ill I love you, I need ya, I'll clothe ya and feed ya You'll never be lonely cause I'll always be there We'll be together side by side And when I'm out with my boys I brag about you with pride I took a picture of you wherever I went Took you anywhere you wanted, no matter what I spent I have to admit girl, your lovin was def But it tore me apart when you left But now I realize I'm the one to blame I took a thing like love and turned it into a game And even though I regret it, I couldn't let it Show cause I didn't want you to know The pain that I was feelin deep in my heart But now I think I'm ready to make a new start With you You got me on the edge (4x) Well, we've been through a lot together Throughout the stormy weather The only thing I'm sure of is love lasts forever I know my love is true and I know you love me too There's only one thing left for you and I to do Regain the bond that we once had And once we accomplish that girl, we'll both be glad I'm better off for it, you can't ignore it The love that we feel, we both cherish and adore it So let's stick with it through joy and through sorrow Take it one day at a time and not worry about tomorrow You got me on the edge |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil But that's just because they don't know what I know And that's just because they can't flow like I flow I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay And knock your motherfucking fronts out Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You need to start puffin' and relax Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show * Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house One for the road, this is one for the road For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road Tura lura lura, tura lura lie Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz Chorus |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Somewhere between the lies and truths, borderlines get shady.
Somewhere between the yeses and nos you can find a maybe. Somewhere between the highs and lows you can spot the middle. Somewhere between the questions and clues you can solve the riddle Somewhere along the road you might need a place to stay. Somewhere along the line you're gonna have to pass away. And somewhere in space you still remind me of a reason. And summertime you still smell like my favorite season. [Chorus:] And it feels like pain... It's just like pain... Love is like pain... Some people like pain... Somewhere between the mountain and sea a river is flowing Somewhere between the earth and the sky, the winds of change are blowing Somewhere between the two of us a space is growing Somewhere between suspicion and trust are the things worth knowing. Somewhere along the road you might want to hitch a ride Somewhere along the line you're gonna have to swallow your pride Somewhere inside you still remind me of a feeling Somewhere deeper still are wounds that are not healing. [Chorus] Put your nails in my hand....Pain Fill my eyes up with sand...Pain Papercuts on my tongue...Pain We're right now where we begun...Pain Somehow I only hurt the ones who really mattered Somehow she played her role although her soul was battered Someday soon I know my ashes will be scattered Someday soon I know my former becomes latter |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
[Plane landing]
I've been up all night On the red-eye flight The dawn's early light Got the skyline bright I'm in the back of a car service My driver's kinda nervous 'cause I'm toking on a blunt that's fat He's say "You know where you at?" I say "I know where I am, and if you really want a tip than mista don't get flam I ain't tryin to be rude and I ain't stressin you gramps but this shit right here it be the breakfast of champs." I've been tokin on this since 13 years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And ain't nobody sneezin at the money I fold And I ain't here for your pleasin so put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut And get me to the hotel And turn the radio up While I finish this ell [doorman greeting Mr. Ford] I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody's on the floor It's a motherfucking robbery The shit's in progress I can feel the stress I wondered silently to God how I get in this mess? They told me to freeze And get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin 35g's They told me to run it So i got bold and I fronted And like Slick Rick said "I know I shouldn't a done it." Cause now they standin over me, watching me bleed Damn I gotta quit smoking all this weed There's a pain in my chest But yo I must be blessed Cause before I faded out I saw EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anasthetics They killing my pain They screamin my name Trying to keep me in the conscience world I'm thinking bout my mom my sister and my girl I'm prayin to God don't let this go too far As they rushed me into the ST. Luke's O.R. They pulled the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar Now I'm wearin this scar Cause I tried to play hard [doctor talking to Mr. Ford] Yo this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A Parapalegic There ain't no rehab There ain't no therapy For the rest of my life Someone's gotta take care of me And people stare at me with pity in they eyes And every morning I rise To a life of despise And everynight I think I might never rock the mike again Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and Vikaden Might as well be heroin pulsing through my veins Gotta cure these pains Or blow out my brains To free me from these chains I'm trapped in this physical hell To walk again I just might sell my soul And I'm only 20-something years old |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
(Ladies and gentlemen we have)
Everlast (In the house tonight I think they got somethin they wanna say) I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift Away from my subjects, not even if My music stops or my beat is gone I'm just here to express myself and pass it on (So funky) Speakin much words of wisdom, Everlast has the jism So sit back, relax, kick up your feet and listen To E cause that's me, no others can be Half as fine, I blow your mind with an m-i-c Get off the tip quick, boy, you're makin me sick No other partner could be smarter than my man Kool Nick Understand, he's my man with the plan We come to parties with the posse just to gain some fans The posse is strong, the lines are long People flockin to my shows just to hear a song Like this, it's not a diss, it's a mouthful of bliss Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss From the crowd cause I'm proud, I say my name loud Everlast pounds sounds like a thundering cloud It's not rock 'n roll, it's hip-hop music It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it Well, I'm here to tell suckers go to hell Others tried to take me down but they're the ones who fell Ignorance was their downfall Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all At once cause that's stupid, it don't make sense Just relax and move your body, don't look so tense I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just havin some fun Everlast last forever, that's why I'm number one So pass it on With a forty in my fist breakin out my list Of all the suckers I'm cold about to diss There's none to match me or even catch me Off my guard, so that they can scratch me Off the MC all-star team Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme Cause there ain't no others, listen up brothers Just because I'm white don't mean that I'm another Sucker on the microphone frontin and fakin Not Mexican, Asian, black or Jamaican Just a sensation made to be caucasian Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme? Drop it You might detect that respect's my topic I won't rush it but I'll discuss it Go ahead and pop your shot if you think that you can bust it But I'ma go on, I'm gonna talk some more I guarantee you won't be bored if you get on the floor And go for yours and say that you get it Get up, get out your seats, get on the floor and get with it And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine I re-rehearsed every verse and soon you will find Not one mistake, so don't try to break Or talk about takin out the dope rhymes I make Just pass em on You're goin wild for my flow and style I don't stutter, I utter words versatile I'm entertainin with my brain and always wearin a smile I don't front, I don't fake, I run the whole mile You clap cause my snap is like a crocodile Whether I'm on stage or in my domicile I'm not fiendin, I don't smoke, I tell you I'm no joke You're schemin for my lyrics cause you know I did dope Don't give me no Mo't, pour me a glass of rose And I'll say 'skal' to your health and then I'll blow you away Not Simple Simon on the ( ? ) just rhymin from Long Island The rungs on the ladder of success I'm climbin Fierce like a lion keepin ducks tame Murderin two-bit MC's until none remain Cold gettin dumb, I'm number one shinin like the sun With a mic in my holster and I'm on the run Gunnin down MC's and writin on the walls I'm ready for a showdown if you got the balls Commence, face my offense cause you're makin me tense I make a lotta dollars but I make more sense So pass it on Pass it on, pass it down the line I can throw with the best and go rhyme for rhyme With any sucker claimin talent, thinkin that he got some But what you do not realize is Everlast is number one Cause Everlast is on a superior level Go ahead and laugh, call me a devil I won't care, yeah, my skin is fair But I still go rhyme for rhyme anytime or -where With you or any party or crew And when I finished you're diminished, take a sip of my brew And step off, clear my throat with a cough And bust a move to show and prove that I'm hard not soft And with my DJ Bilal my beat will be furnished You find with my rhyme your mind will be nourished With wisdom and knowledge, yeah, I went to college And if you get dissed I won't apolog- ize, cause that's a part of my rise And I go on and on, I go to any length Just to show that when I throw my rhymes on the strength I like to see the crowd movin when I come on I'm just tryin to get my message across and pass it on |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
VERSE:
Cockni O'Dire Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted From the phat back of blade, I must consume 'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I bow my head to the east five times a day I put my face in the dirt every time I pray To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover I'm steady rollin' with my head ***** up 'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest The black 850 representin' my status Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I said take me from your House of Pain See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane So put down your juice, pass your jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn Push up on a skin I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win VERSE: Divine Styler |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several times
Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds To the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid trip I'm flashing back on ya, run it up on ya Born in Hempstead L.I., raised in California Mister entrepeneur, I rock the shot that's sure I need a dime plus more, I sip the finely corked I want the cash in hand, and the beats front land And I get loco from Acapulco to Japan Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored You perpetrate that Ford, you must be out your gourd It's time make like break nights kid, and praise the lord Keep the faith, smoke your eigth Continue stackin' papers all up in my safe Commence to motivate, assume an altered state And kill your whole wack show like I'm Edgar Alan Poe It's the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's iller Than this freckled face man with the farmer's tan If I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your man *Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains Some get the powers, love, some get the papers Some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors Better . . . [Praise the Lord . . . Keep, keep the faith (x4)] I say roll to the rock, rock to the roll Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control Like Darrell McDaniel, a hundred g's annual The tips get clocked baby, the bonds get stocked My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked With legendary status like my name's Lou Brock And my lanzar sounds be shaking the grounds Hunting down crews, like packs of bloodhounds Snatching off crowns and melting 'em down I once was lost, see but now I'm found Amazing grace, how sweet the sound And when the saints come marchin' in . . (Keep the faith) I messed the alpine white, classic rapper's delight All these shorties pullin' tools, cause they know they can't fight I bang my selections on worldwide connections So get the seven digits baby, never burn your bridges *Repeat (x2) |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Hey yo, what up Everlast?
This is Prince Paul, man. Yo, I ran into Trev on the street from Nasty and he said you're doing this dope Celtic rock album. So I was like, "yo, that's my style... That's what I do". You know I got beats from back in the days. So I'm like, yo, why don't I give you a call 'cause yo, 'cause you know I got that ill like, you know... You know somethin' like "Jump Around" but it's more on that like old lucky charm style type, you know. In other words yo, just yo, give a brotha some work. You know what I mean? It's like I got beats man... Dante got some beats, but I got beats! Because yo, I've been doin' it for awhile. So yo, I got the joint. Call me... You got my number, I got it. I know what you need... I know what you need, man. I know you got dough. Give me a buzz, peace. |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that skill The House Of Pain is in full effect Everybody in the place give full respect If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck Steppin' on stage with the fly routines I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile Step back man, I ain't a black man But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast I give her what she wants, even if she fronts The Hill is down with the House, they got the philly blunts Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up And then we puff them up and pass them So Danny Boy blasts 'em I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings The Celtic crosses, and the claudor rings The straight edges razor and the marther pump You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump Jump around just like a frog on a log Fuck the Dukes because I like Boss Hogg I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs Every time I go to town People start kickin' my dog around It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound) You better stop kickin' my dog around * Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit(x4) Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen First I came solo, but I now I got a team It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew What's up with that brew, man, hurry up and finish Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness You can drink the Guiness while I'm sippin' on the mickeys When it comes to hookers, yo, the Everlast is picky Always got my hat in case I come across a quicky And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full effect, yea And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked *Repeat(x2) Check it out now! Owww! I said the House Of Pain! We out |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and get funky There's now where to run to cause nobody cares MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers The luck of the Irish is about to kick in Prepare to die and notify your next of kin I'm goin' all out, buck, duck and call out That's how I'm livin, punk you better call out This is the House of Pain To come inside is insane * I'll put your head out (4x) Jump up spread out I'll put your head out I'll put your head out Put put your head out Jump up spread out I'll put your head out Hey what up punk?(punk) I'll put your head out Who steps the booze When the hoods wanna take a cruise They're feelin' the effects of the booze Ain't no clues to hold with them fools Who got smoked even though they scrat crews You got bruise but I got the booma Trigger to blast ya askin the bull Take my life shit, I'll take you to school In the do what's the difference if your think of droppin Jews Carbon copy think you're so cool Stop dreamin' and hallucinatin' You're caught up in a piece of pain Clip clip, punk, now you're thinkin' oh shit Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead *Repeat Blessed with the gift, and gifts with the rhyme I never say quit when I'm out to get mine It's live and let die, sit back and get high Smokin' a fat blunt, waitin' for some punk To act up like he's got somethin' in him Then I grab the mike and start spittin' out venom Coughin' up headstones, blowin' out headphones Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G Step up with beef, and you'll wind up losin' teeth Cause I don't give up the mike that easy Step back, this ain't government cheese, G You can stand in line, but you ain't gettin' it Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweatin' it *Repeat |
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from Santana - Put Your Lights On [single] (2005)
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Cause there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say I've got nothing to fear There's a darkness living deep in my soul I still got a purpose to serve So let your light shine, deep into my home God, don't let me lose my nerve Lose my nerve Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Hey now, all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Because there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say's I've got nothing to fear La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars La illaha illa Allah We all shine like stars Then we fade away.. |
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from Santana 16집 - Supernatural (1999)
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, Put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, Put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on Put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Because there's a monster Living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel With a hand on my head She says I've got nothing to fear There's a darkness Deep in my soul I still got a purpose to serve So let your light shine into my home God don't let me lose my nerve Lose my nerve Hey now, hey now hey now, hey now Wo-oh hey now, hey now hey now, hey now Hey now all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on Better leave your lights on Because there's a monster Living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel With a hand on my head She says I've got nothing to fear She says, Whooo-ahha hey Lala, you shine like stars And fade away |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Runnin' Up on Ya
Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Sinn Fein Is the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she-lach-lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya momma And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fans I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's ya wife Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my drawers And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Runnin up on ya
The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Shin Fane It's the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she lach lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya mom And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fan I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's white Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my draws And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
I seen her at a stop light on Alverano Was sittin' in a pearl white Eldorado In a gangsta lean she were revvin' the throttle Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano She looked like Selena, the truth couldn't be plainer She like a gangsta boogie, her mama calls her cookie My friends call her a sad girl cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back, so cry another tattoo sea Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on I seen her at the market she was pushing a stroller Smoking on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder She looked like an angel, she talked like the devil She looked like a stranger, she lived like a rebel She's a sad girl, cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back, so cry another tattoo sea Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on Hey sad girl, we can take this slow Baby what you lookin' for, let me know You say you want a man that can give you some dough You say buy my babyshoes and buy him a coat And buy my baby food to put down his throat I won't play you like a ho, it ain't like that yo Let me holler at you later, we can go to the show I ain't tryna rock the boat, I'm tryna keep you afloat I seen her at the post office mailing a letter She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater She's talking on the pay phone and something upset her I really wanna hold her but I only just met her But I could tell she'd been crying, she said she felt like dying She never been so alone no, she gotta make it on her own though She's a sad girl, cause her man went away And he ain't never coming back Sad girl living on the east side of the city Proud woman, boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on |
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