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I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake ? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things no always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear on concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey Chorus |
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What makes us tick
Are we mentally sick Feeling inside that drive us like pride Or emotional scars from our friends that have died And make us build walls so incredible high They exceed the ceiling from the terrified feelings Which we often repress and end up depressed Some vent it as rage, it's the fashion these days In a twisted society, we drown in anxiety Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in a fit, what makes us tick Has man gone insane, are we feeling the strain We must dig and must pick at what makes us tick Has push come to shove, have we killed the dove Are we caught in the thick as to what makes us tick Can you feel the pain that I feel No So let me tell you about what is real Go The pain inside, it kills me, I cry So What is it that makes us tick Can you hear the cries that I cry Why Leave me alone, I'm ready to die Die For me I lie to myself Just what is it that makes us tick |
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| 2:16 |
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Monday yawning school's so boring,
Or go to work like a jerk and end up snoring, Tuesday's mail never fails, Collection agency wants me in jail, Wednesday's rules got me ignoring deploring, my tensions roaring, Thursday same shit different day, But these motherfucking rules will never ever go away. Fuck the rules. Friday night gonna be out of sight, If you're 21 they say drinking might be fun, On Saturday Bible says seventh day, The day of rest so have it your way, Go for a ride keep it under 55, Respect the Badge don't drink and drive, On Sunday gotta survive these fascist fools, Take your freedom back from the bullshit rules. Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down...... Fuck the rules.... .. Call me paranoid call me what you will I got a fucking feeling something big is going down...... Fuck the rules.... |
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Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time
I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried Life is just too short I realize that now I'm gonna get my shit together and I try to make it some how Cause one thing that I have learned is that you only live once So now I'll take life by the balls and squeeze until they crunch Knowledge of the streets, a valuable tool Type of education you can't get in school Many hard times, losing friends, getting burned nobody to teach me, I just learned A man like clay molded by his surroundings He starts to take shape of the beating and the pounding Assembly line that I've been through A hard motherfucker with a bad attitude Maybe its just the times we live in Maybe its just urban discipline The way of urban life are not as they seem Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret Lead Verse II Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island and Queens Standing up and fighting is what living here means In order to survive you've got to earn your respect The only lessons that you learn are from things that you regret |
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As I look up at the sky,
I wonder why my momma always cried, Was it for how fast we lived and died? Or because we never got our piece of the pie? Busting at the seams, The American Dream, Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Parents with good intentions never mention, The Brooklyn House of Detention. Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die, Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die. Locking us down, we got cops all around, The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound, But you only wanted a piece of the pie, And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry, No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies, On the day that you die...but we're free to fly, And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die. Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say, American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave. |
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A child is told from day number one
He's a worthless piece of shit, bad and dumb Generations pass down low self self esteem We're molded by things we've heard and seen Or punched in the mouth for being unsure Or locked behind the closet door We learn what we live, we live what we learn Abuse of innocence to evil we turn Can anybody hear their cries Can anybody tell them why You gotta read between the lies People die when love is denied One of many lessons i learned to be like You ain't gonna live like you You made me what I am today So close to you, yet so far away The pain you lived with made you ill An empty hole with nothing to fill I forgive and love you forever still A waste of time, a waste of life Livin' on the edge of a sharp fuckun' knife I can't blame you for never being around I know you never meant to hurt and bring me down Look in their eyes to hear their cries And you will see all their pain lying dormant inside Now realize as time passes by That people die when love is denied |
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| 2:34 |
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I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see Chorus I: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the motherfuckin' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got shit on your face Chorus II: Music's for you and me Not the fucking industry You fucking tell us what is cool You see we come from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the fucking games you play You're full of shit, it's plain to see The whole damn fucking industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the fuck back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this That's what matters to us, not business Music is for you and me, not the fucking industry Try to tell us what is cool, we come from different schools It only matters what you say, not the fuckin' games you play Full of shit, it's plain to see, the whole damn fuckin' industry Chorus II |
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| 3:58 |
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Tales from the hard side
Your cards were dealt when you drove through the night as a man in dark clothes came into your sight The barrel tapped the glass, you reached the window lock Get the fuck out the car and leave it in the crosswalk He climbed into your seat and dropped a vial of crack Pissin' down your leg, you're a victim of carjack Feel the cold steel as I pull the hammer back BANG! You're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that Society pushed him down and out soul provider what's it all about Religion can we do without Social pressure we're too strung out Another bad hand the cards have been dealt Kid of fourteen, high aspiration held to get ahead and run shit with his powerful will Told by his role model you're old enough to kill See my ride, my bitches and my loot If ya want to survive be prepared to shoot Stay hard like me and you're bound to do well A waste of precious life, twenty five with an L I'll put this bullet in your head for the color of your skin This is my neighborhood who the fuck let you in I'll stick with mine stay with your own kind The virus of hate infects the ignorant mind |
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Times are changing, things come and go,
Things are getting worse the earth, a black hole, I say to myself "Will this shit ever change?" Will it ever improve or will it stay the same? It's plain to me that things are amiss, Because I've seen better days than this, How could we let it get as bad as it is? Because I've seen better days than this, It's plain to me that things are amiss. Famine and war, hate and disgrace, Incest and murder, raping the rat race, I see no end to this suffering, Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings. Decline and fall of modern man, our fate is sealed by our own hand, Time spinning onward we're regressing fast, Signs of the times say these days might be our last, Better days are gone forever I fear, Our hate dictates our fate, apocalypse is here. |
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Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor Lives, condemned by sins of those who lived before Chorus: Distraught, depressed World of confusion Victory of death The only solution Every day is agony My thoughts are so unclear To face my harsh reality There's no one I endear Chorus (Biohazard from Brooklyn NY, in your FACE !) |
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| 0:47 |
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Only the strong survive
Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry Chorus (2X) To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car with plush leather seats survival of the fittest and that is the beat and I eat all of the meat Don't get me wrong I come from the streets I'll tell you now it's strong over weak You slow - you blow and you will meet your defeat Now you will understand Chorus You will understand now |
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Born at the bottom
Struggle to find a way You can feel the power It's growing every day Fight for a change, Can't wait until tomorrow Make a difference on this day and al the rest will follow Chorus: Blue blood Working class survives Don't forget your liberty Blue Blood Working class survived That's how we came to be Blue blood working class survives Don't forget your liberty Chains must be broken if ever to be free Blue collar workers screaming "Liberty" Respect, pride and honor is what we want to see Tall proud working class from sea to shining sea Seeds are sown, within own, We shall not digress Cries of justice can't be suppressed Across the land the wheels are now in motion Calloussed hands create a just commotion It shouldn't be a working class surpressed We would rise above with strength to contest Our homeland will shine to that I will attest With blue collar pride We'll show that America is the best Chorus The fathers of this nation laid the foundation Working man's sweat is what built this nation Winds of change rearrange when all is said and done We will forge ahead the battle will be won! Working class will rise above, standing tall and proud Working class above - Blue blood Working class will rise above we will not forget Working class above - Blue blood Working class will rise above standing tall and proud Working class above - Blue Blood |
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Fascism, the epitome of ignorance
Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn they'll never win Play into the hands of the media vultures We must learn to unite our cultures Violence constantly tears us apart Show the world that we've got heart Chorus: Blood is spilled on black and white Different colors, why do we fight Face the facts, stone cold sober Black and white and red all over Thousands die and kill each other Someone rapes and stabs their mother I think it's sick to count the death toll On and on the media rolls Drive by shootings, homicide Nobody cares about the mother who cried A family's grief stepped on by ratings Understand why I keep hating It makes no sense for us to be pawns In the chess game that the media plays If the streets are where you run There you die, why ? Find yourself a way out Black and white and red all over Ruling out the positive and any hope for peace This will only kill the moral, paper sales increase This shit has got to cease Black and white and red all over Believe half of what you read and half of what you see Put two and two together and you'll have reality Can't you see my reality ? Chorus Turn on the TV and what do I see Killing, murder and blasphemy Rape, arson, robberies People die of incurable disease Crashes, bashes, people on crack Scandal, war and heart attack Always strife in the middle fucking east If war sell papers why don't peace |
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Life, a losing battle
Existence I abhor Lives, condemned by sins of those who lived before Chorus: Distraught, depressed World of confusion Victory of death The only solution Every day is agony My thoughts are so unclear To face my harsh reality There's no one I endear Chorus (Biohazard from Brooklyn NY, in your FACE !) |
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Look into the yes of a madman
You can see it in his face, he's a weak and sad man Staring straight ahead, his eyes set like stone With a nine millimeter cocked at your dome No way out, it's too late 'cause you're already in it So what'cha gonna do you'll be dead in a minute Thinking slow will get you nowhere fast A young life terminated with one short blast You live like that, you die like this That 's how it is Livin' with regret is no way to live That's how it is You're dead too soon if the bullet don't miss That's how it is kid How it is That's what you get for Living like this With a bullet in your head - you're dead, you can't miss Ain't no time for regret when you're body is in a bag Ain't no time to change your mind when your head begins to sag Should've known better, ain't working for you now Maybe if you'd know better you'd be here somehow So change your ways before you ways change you With a hole in your head that you can see through You're looking up and you're looking down Shot's are rippin' out from all around You're crying out for help but it can't be found The voice of regret is the only sound You play the game and you pay the price For hustlin' in the gutter with the motherfuckin' street lice You're runnin' and gunnin' and whatever else goes And you're goin' with your crew whichever way the wind blows 'cause you got their back and they got yours And you live for yourself and you make your own laws But sooner or later what goes around comes around You wind up dead and buried in hard, cold ground |
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yo this is biohazard from brooklyn new york dropping some respect for almighty
Black Sabbath 1994 Motha Fuckas Have you ever thought about your soul, can it be saved? Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay your grave Is God just within your head or is he a part of you? Is Christ just a namethat you read in a book when you were at school? When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool? Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope---Do you think he's a fool? Well i have the truth. Yes I have seen the light and I've changed my ways. And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scaredat the end of our days. Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say If they knew you believed in God above They should realize before they criticise That God is the only way to love. Is your mind so small that you have to fall In with the pack wherever they run Will you still sneer whemn death is near And say they might as well worship the sun. I think it is true it was people like you that crucified Christ I think it is sad that the opinion you had was the only one voiced. Will you be so sure when your day is near say you won't believe? You had a chance but you turned it down now you can't retrieve. Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone Open your eyes, just realize that he is the one, The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate. Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes---I think it's too late. |
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I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment Chorus 2x: Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? Chorus 3x Lead |
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It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never thought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh ! For scum like you, I have no fucking pity Pre-chorus: Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave Chorus: So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of a gun Lead Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet Pre-chorus Chorus 2x The chamber spins three... |
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You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks
Gather up the boys to come and take your back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die for our brethren, that we have chose On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks Escalation, war in the streets Catch one sucker and he gets beat What you see is what you get Soft motherfuckers will soon meet their end On the wrong - side of the tracks On the wrong - side of the tracks And when you're in fuckin' Brooklyn You best watch your back ! It took you damn long To hear me sing this song Cuz I'm the motherfucker from the wrong Side of the tracks Yo ! Hey I'm from around the way You'd better not stay on the wrong Side of the tracks Ducking from the 5-0 Didn't know where to go Never should've stepped on the wrong Side of the tracks Hey ! Yo cuz I'm good to go I gotta get back from the wrong Side of the tracks Chorus: Across the tracks No one takes your back Across the tracks The boys in the gang Want to see me hang Well I had my bells rang on the wrong Side of the tracks Strapped, a broken pact Caught in a trap on the wrong Side of the tracks Wrong or right, I had to fight I ran for daylight to the right Side of the tracks A lesson to learn When the tables are turned You might get burned on the wrong Side of the tracks Lead Chorus |
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Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic,
Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested, A building burnt down, insurance invested, Homelessness lingers all around, rape, death, sickness, Homeward bound unemployed, no love, no joy, Cut down to size, a life destroyed, war, no peace, Death, tragedy, no cure, disease, AIDS, leprosy, A veteran dead below the knee, eyes burn in your head, You cannot see. Spending all my time just standing in line, And I'm waiting, waiting to die, Watching every day of my life go by, Just waiting, waiting to die. Children beaten, poisons eaten, look at the world, we're self-defeating, Reputed, undisputedly polluted, crack heads with guns ain't afraid to shoot it, Countries fighting for oil and gold while the hole in the ozone layer's out of control, Brother kills brother in a world full of hate, too fucking late our heads on a plate, Nature's dying, children crying, human race ass in a fucking pan frying, With no one to blame except ourselves, greed transforms our earth into hell. Murder, Middle East assassination, extermination, human termination, The war on drugs, humiliation, A ruined nation, with no explanation. Something to hide bound and gagged and tied, A gun in your hand at your head, suicide, It's censorship of my pure mind, No justice, no truce, no hope to find. |
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So many things these eyes have seen,
People I've met and places I've been, Inconceivable how one maintains, In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain, How reality's plane can wear you down, And make you an insane man who only frowns, City hardened and cold just like me, Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see. Like a workingman's skin as it turns to leather, The mind of the youth is forced to weather, An assault on his senses by his parents and peers, That preys on innocence, weakness and fears, Manifestation of rage runs deep, Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep, Violent reaction, bitter and mean, A product of what these eyes have seen. These eyes have seen inhuman sights, I hold my breath with all my might, Like anyone else in our own hells, It seems obscene the things I've seen. Lost count of how many wakes were attended, Mind and body never quite mended, Do you think this is what life intended? At fourteen your life has ended, Maybe your spirit is battered and broken, From shit you've seen and words that were spoken, Death, violence, drugs all around, These eyes have seen some shit go down. These eyes have seen inhuman sights, I hold my breath with all my might, Like anyone else in our own hells, It seems obscene the things I've seen. |
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I question not me, it only happens to others
I can't deny reality as lite gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then what it all means Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene Locked down, I gotta get it out Impending doom, a cloud above my head Why me ? My faith has been devout Blasphemous ? Am I better off dead ? Punishment, for all my sins A burning thought inside my mind Has me full of pity for all of human kind As we move forth, we fall further behind Fear of death, will my life go on ? Controlled fate ? On the corner rolling dice Punishment, but I've done nothing wrong In my eyes, who really pays the price My lament, for the human race Guilty, punishment for all my sins Dread the day that brings the truth Punishment for what I've done Sentence me for all my sins Bound in fear for what I've got Though not much it seems a lot Life is death and no one wins Bustin' my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confess to the father that I'm suffering a burning question of the truth, whether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends but now I'm positive and life it all ends Punishment, for all my sins, I repent In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up, shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this song, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one is safe in this world, what's the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal ? Punishment, for all my sins, I repent Punishment |
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It looks like the system
tries to hold me down But guess what? I ain't fucking around You can't deny the pride that I have shown I grind hard and I must hold my own Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Someday I'll have my peace of mind I'll keep fightin', one day I will find A decent life where self-respect is shown Until then I must hold my own Always under pressure I take things as they come Always looking up, look out for number one! My views got you in check, I never back down, I pack a hard punch, and I always stand my ground I - will not back down Holding my own, I stand my ground You will not break me My belief is my way can't you see ? Coming from the gutter It's so hard to get ahead Taking no one's bullshit and working for my bread The future don't look positive, the rat race holds me down What a struggle keeping two feet on the ground Never back down Pain Agony - Inside my head Making me wish - wish that I was dead For all the dues in life that I have paid I've been caught locked in a world of rage I look inside myself, I see a great big blank I look around me and there is no one to thank I think about the crazy shit that I have done This game of life - can it be won ? Pain Chorus: Pain - feel my agony as it turns into my rage in life full of anguish can't you see I live in Hell - becomes misery metamorphasizing hate I contemplate my demise can't you feel my pain ? Searching for a better way In a world with it's eyes closed Hold your head up high (2X) Chorus |
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