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| 1. |
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Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still havent had my fulfill In the someday What's that sound In the someday What's that sound In the someday What's that sound In the someday What's that sound Broken heart and broken bones Think of how a castrated horse feels One more quirky cliche'd phrase You're the one I wanna refill In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound Most people don't realize That two large pieces of coral Painted brown and attached to his skull With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still havent had my fulfill In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound In the someday what's that sound |
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| 2. |
| 7:43 |
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Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age 22 is my gauge Writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage Out on a mission a stolen car mission Had a little problem with the transmission 3 on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought those coins on the street and you got had It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna get you it's gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running through my head Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond I love girlies waxing and milking Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin Looking for a fist to put your face in Get hip don't slip knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip |
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| 4. |
| 4:11 |
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If I see the morning hours I'll have one more yesterday Take life from tomorrow Cause I've burned out my today If I get up to the top I know I'll just go back downhill Gotta' terminal future And it's time to write my will Down another glass of courage And a shot of thorazine We're not ready to see you yet 99 ways to die We're not ready to see you yet Gotta' short between the earphones Wringing my hands in dismay A more efficient maniac With two feet in the grave Ain't got no last words to say Yellow streak right up my spine The gun in my mouth was real And the taste blew my mind In a black tie and straight jacket Man I'm gonna try again Demitasse of arsenic Try on this tie Never mind the tree There is only death and danger In the sockets of my eyes A playground of illusion No one plays they only die There's a prison in my mind And the bars are gonna break I'm as mad as a hatter And strung out just the same Taunting rigor mortis I feel it draw me in |
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| 5. |
| 6:49 |
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Hey Beavis, eh-heh-heh Remember that time we partied with Run-D.M.C.? [Beav] Yeah yeah, hehhehheh - I took a dump on their bus Hehhehheh [Butt] No dumbass that was Anthrax! Eh-heh I'm talkin about Run-D.M.C. [Beav] Oh yeah yeah heh yeah That was fly - hehheh - we were illin [Butt] Yeah.. eh-heh, huh-huh, eh-huh-huh.. [Beav] Me-heh-heh, me-heh-heh.. he-heh.. heh.. [Run] Yo who dat? [Butt] Uhh.. we're like, from Hollis and stuff, uh-huh-heh Can we like, y'know, come in? [Beav] Yeah yeah heh yeah - I'm from Hollis too Ehheheh yeah eh It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens!! Hehhehheh yeah heh-ehheh [Jay] Yo y'all don't like y'all from around the way [Butt] Yeah man, we're like, from Hollis, uh-heh [Jay] What street? [Butt] Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..... uhhhh.. Hollis Street? Huh-uh-huh [Run] Yo that's Hollis Avenue, what street? [Butt] Uhhhh, like uhhhh... [Jay] Yo man get out of here y'all ain't from around the way Stop frontin { Beavis and Butthead laughing } [Run] Yo man save that man we ain't tryin to hear that [Butt] Uhhhhhh.. uh-hehhuhheh, uhhhh.. I'm like, a full fledged member of the Hollis Crew [Beav] Yeah yeah hehheh, I'm a full fledged MEMBER! Ehehehhhehheheheh [Run] Aight, c'mon in yo, c'mon c'mon [Jay] Aight yo c'mon that's cool[Beav] Heheh, hey Run, check this out, hehehheheh My name is D.M.C., the all time great!! I bust the most rhymes, in New York State!! [Butt] Huhhuh, eh-hehuhuhuh [Run] Yo chill chill money [Butt] Yeah, CHILL Beavis.. ehehhuhhuh, dumbass [Beav] Hehe heheh yeah heheh [Butt] So like uhh.. are you guys gonna like, kick it old school? [Beav] Yeah yeah, heheh yeah, KICK IT! KICK IT! KICK IT! [Jay] Yo we gettin ready to break fool money [Butt] Uhhh.. can we have some money? Uh-huhuhuhuhuh [Beav] Yeah yeah eheh yeah! It's hard to rock a rhyme!! It's hard to rock a rhyme!! [Run] No no no [Jay] Nah nah [Run] It's tricky, it's TRICKY to rock a rhyme [Butt] Yeah, dumbass! [Beav] Shut up Butt-head! You can't rock a rhyme [Butt] No but I can kick your ass { fight breaks out, Beavis yells "butthole" and "cut it out!" } [Run] Aiyyo chill out for a minute and let's just do this Cool out, cool out [Jay] Word up man, calm down with all that riffraff man [Run] Don't be comin around here on all that old wild man Just chill man You in your corner and you in your corner man, just chill Get up off that old wild man [Butt] Beavis started it [Beav] Oh yeah, eh-heheheh, heheheheh [Butt] Yo Beavis, you're ruffing up my Walker Wear [Beav] No way Butt-head, you're wrinkling my fresh gear! Hehe hehehehe this is cool, heheheh [Butt] Are you guys gonna like, "Slam," or like "Get out your seat and Jump Around, a-Jump Around!" [Beav] Yeah yeah, heh yeah like, like, "Slam! SLAM! Duh-DUH-DUH, DUH-DUH-DUH, DUH-DUH-DUH!" [Run] Yo Beavis slow your roll man [Jay] This ain't "Jump" [Run] This ain't "Slam" [Jay] The name of this record is "Bounce" .. "This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X) "Everybody just BOUNCE!" ->cut by Jay [Run] I open doors, take a pause, doin tours then I come again Run'll be runnin up in the spot cause I be runnin dem seen dis, now DJ Run'll be comin and gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact it's not just a lean dish, your soup and salad not valid I serve a mean dish.. mean dish.. I got my mic in my hand and my plan to come The official DJ rapper name is DJ Run All other sucker rappers boy you're just my son All wet behind the ears I freeze I froze you're numb PUMP PUMP! I scream on you, you talk and talk PUMP PUMP! Run you round the track then walk it off So, check for me take in a weapon and even steppin to my foes even those of Joe's are always kept in seperate rows broken nose from blows ruin your rep When I pounce, all my foes suppose, I swing the ep and just BOUNCE! "This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X) "Everybody just BOUNCE!" ->cut by Jay My name is D.M.C., the one you know The all-time great, I'ma steal the show I put the mic, inside my hand And spread a funky rhythm all across the land I blow your mind, the rhyme'll flow I hit you with the wisdom and they give me dough I'm one of a kind, I rock your mind I'm stingy with the digits when I rock my rhyme I bust a vein, inside my brain I came with the name and our claim to fame I'm hard to the core, wicked and raw The rhymes break raw when I'm breakin your door I kick a ill style cause I'm sticka-still wild Take-a take-a chill now, cause I got to kill a foul Foul-mouthed sucker knockin out all doubt I'm takin suckers out, cause I make a sucker bounce! "This is the way.. the way.. the way.." (8X) "Everybody just BOUNCE!" ->cut by Jay .. BOUNCE! I got no time for the climb, I'm the kind to rhyme There's no sign of my mind slippin off the line And if you find there's a dime, I left behind I come fast for my cash, I must rewind Easy does it, Run'll do it, speakin fluid vocabulary Vocal be |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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I love to look into your big brown eyes they talk to me and seem to hypnotize you say the things nobody dares to say and I'm not about to let you fly away my lover with no jet lag stayin' up all night in the sleepin' bag you got a heart-beatin' rhythm from the subterrain I really love you little girl, I don't need to explain I love you 'cause your deuces are wild, girl like a double shot of lovin' so fine I been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'cause you and me is two of a kind like deja vu I feel like I've been here or somewhere else but you've been always near it's you that's in my dreams I'm beggin' for but I woke up when someone slammed the door so hard I fell out of bed screamin' mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread and the moral of the story, I can testify I get stoned on you girl, that's the best reason why |
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| 7. |
| 5:01 |
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Yeah,sorcita! nu nam-o wan gumba! Yeah,we've been in the fightin games lately like were playin a gun,yeah! I cant remember what the hell I've tried You and me we ran across the black of the celin' I cant live without my gun....The hell is coming Wow,w |
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| 3:48 |
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I ain't one for poetry, ain't one for prose. Ain't one for the scent of a spring-time rose.
But the is one face that I do know, I sure get a kick out of that Beavis and Butt-head show. Other day I turn my TV on, and guess what I do see? Two crazy-ass cartoon sunsabitches staring on back at me. Said "What the hell's this", and Ler said ";Boy, don't you know?" The whole world's gone crazy over that there Beavis and Butt-head show. Talk about couch fishing, now I could go for that. I could go for frog baseball, but I be inclined to use a cat! On comedy, I'm a stooges man. I like Larry, Curly and Moe. But now and then a get a chuckle watchin' the Beavis and Butt-head show. Stone-Temple Pearlvana Chain, now there's a helluva band. They got that original sound that's sweepin' 'cross the land. Ain't no ZZ Top though, now that's the band for me. If I had my way MTV'd play just them and AC/DC. I ain't nothing special, I'm your average kinda man. I like a frosted barley pop and I drink 'em outta the can! I don't give a rat's ass about poetry and not a damn 'bout prose. I sure get a kick outta them Beavis and Butt-head shows. Butthead: "Hey Beavis..." Beavis: "What?" Butthead: "I was just like...thinking and stuff...it was pretty cool." Beavis: "Yeah, I'm gonna try that." Butthead: "TV is cool..." Beavis: "Yeah, yeah, TV rules....it rules! Yeah..." Butthead: "Hey Beavis...I heard that pretty soon, they're gonna have, like, 500 channels. That's gonna be cool." Beavis: "Really? That would be cool." Butthead: "You know what would be really cool, though? If like, one of the channels didn't suck." Beavis: "Yeah, but, like, if one of them didn't suck, why would you need the other...um...three hundred and twenty-seven?" Butthead: "Because, you know all those TV shows that suck? It's like, you gotta put them somewhere! You can't put 'em on the cool channel!" Beavis: "Yeah, yeah! They should call it the cool channel!" |
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| 9. |
| 4:05 |
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Run for the hills cause the mack is back
I'm hookin' up girls by fact If you're stacked You can rub a big mack I gotta gas So don't worry about scraps (no no) Five foot eleven with a seven foot game Gotta big mouth piece and I show no shame Monster kinky have no morals Monster loves to get oral (ummmm!) Got ten cars and the girls like that I was born and bred to be a mack Once your sign is played You gotta put a style in your game now a days In the sixty's girls was all hot LSD had 'em given up thigh The baby boom was on I drop No more woodstock but now you got Mix-A-Lot So put me in your CD changer Watch your girl cause Mix's a re-arranger Ooo, he's sexist Doo, he's sexist Keepin Rush Limbaugh restless Well I'm da' mack and that's monster Straight chase girls through the tail cause I wants to You can call it wack But you respect this black When it comes to game I'm a monster mack -Chorus: Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough Big Mack, Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough I'm a monster mack Lookin for sex Bih bih bih big big mack Strike the pose But she aint nasty as me Cause Mix-A-Lot is stuck on freaky Can't stop tappin that tweety Give it to the needy Nope, cause I'm too damn greedy Here I go walking through the mall Don't play ball But I got game for 'em all Focus on a victim, Focus on a victim Mr. Richard is hot so lets sick em And like a Tomahawk jumpin on a SCUD Girl you got to gimp my puhh The pick up king is back buddy Tryin' to give lessons to these thick ass ballers and understudies I'm not tryin' to call you no bitch girl Don't give a damn if your poor or rich girl And we can play a pool And I'm pokin' that 8-ball cool And the bootys I still like the bootys She got a little waist doin' squats just to keep me on my duty Giant size games what I droppin' Straight freaks with these thick ol' gluts is what I'm knockin' Now the right wing wanna test me If likin' sex is a crime then you arrest me But don't tell me who to sing to Jack Cause a third of your life is in the sack I'm a monster mack -Chorus- Drivin' my car by the bus stop Till I spot a young cutie straight suckin' down a soda pop Baby girl's winkin' Mix-A-Lot's thinkin' Hope this girl's feet ain't stankin' Here we go Swing by Franglors Get a little Soul Food Now you got a brother in the mood Damn gotta get her home with the quickness For this warriors a witness No need to put my girls on tilt Cause straight up game will get your milk The nasty dog is back With straight pimp game black Ain't no shame I'm a monster mack -Chorus |
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| 4:13 |
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I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby detonate for me Look out honey, 'cause i'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a fire fight Honey gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby penetrate my mind And I'n the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin, searchin to destroy And honey i'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin, searchin to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said forgotten boy |
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| 11. |
| 2:38 |
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| 12. |
| 9:23 |
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They say we′re young and we don′t know
We won′t find out until we grow Well I don′t know if all that′s true Cause you got me and baby I got you... babe I got you babe, I got you babe They say our love won′t pay the rent Before it′s earned our money′s all been spent I guess that′s so we don′t have a pot But at least I′m sure of all the things we got... babe I got you babe, I got you babe I got flowers in the spring I got you to wear my ring And when I′m sad you′re a clown And if I get scared you′re always around So let them say your hair′s too long Cause I don′t care with you I can′t do wrong Then put your little hand in mine There aint no hill or mountain we can′t climb... babe I got you babe, I got you babe I got you to hold my hand I got you to understand I got you to walk with me I got you to talk with me I got you to kiss goodnight I got you to hold me tight I got you I won′t let go I got you to love me so I got you babe |
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