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Like a kung fu maniac drunk on the blood of a thousand victims
My case in point is I don't have a system No need to knock them down What's that sound or uplift them, yeah Well maybe in space no one can hear you scream Now is it yourself or is it a team Think fast 'cause you might get caught while you're asleep The forces of evil run deep, they're so deep Gettin' organizized Confusion is the heart of stability Stability is the heart and soul of insanity It's going, it's going what's going's got you gone There ain't nothing' here so move along When it rains it pours it pours, it rains insanely Logic is the strength of the truth but the pain sees it all I'd tell you why but I cannot recall Gettin' Organizized Possessions possess they kill you distress I know what's here and that is a mess When you recreate the fact, you recreate the factual What was never here becomes the actual Seven thousand words scripted out in rhyme And I've got some too but in the meantime I'll step from the flow 'cause that is my way I know what's when hey what can I say |
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Neckbone or backbone neckbone or back
You got no fiction if you've got no fact Neckbone or backbone your choice for the breakin' You're thinkin' for a minute your choice might be takin' mistaken For some good or some bad You see what you got There ain't no difference in the left, right There ain't no difference in the blind, sight Now stop for a minute 'cause your head is gettin' spastic Paper or plastic-paper or plastic Situation no win is the sin So you rush for a change but the change has just always been the same Same fools still trippin' off some old ways New fools just thinkin' about some better days Transparent, apparently you let it all pass A kick in the head a kick in the ass It's all the same to me Fire or freezin' Dried up or bleeding Just when it's over you get what you're needing too much or no time Shut up it's all mine and I let it go like that Neckbone or backbone neckbone or back You got no fiction if you got no fact Kobeyashi maru what you gonna do Am I gettin' through Am I gettin' through Five triple zero Yes you are no hero You stop and wait, and why Oh where, Oh where, Oh where can I be You must understand that the world is crazy it's not for me This is combat rock for the masses But you know I fear the masses need to get their asses kicked, quick! Step on up... stephen trask Driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain Funny how things change Think of the good times wishing you were still with me The way it used to be, graduation day Watching the stars fall A million dreams have all gone bad Think of all we had. I knew it all then, thought you loved me I was wrong Life goes on, graduation day, oh, graduation day Thinking of a time when everything was right Thinking of a time with only you and I Makes me sorry that it had to end that way Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say Graduation day, oh graduation day Thinking of a time when everything was right Thinking of a time with only you and I Makes me sorry that it had to end that way Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say Graduation day, oh graduation day, oh graduation day |
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Red, the color, the lines, the road 255, the fearless explode Who burns rubber from coast-to-coast Supernova, yeah, get burned like toast Gasoline blood in the fire veins Hong Kong flu rides soul train Concrete breakfast, starstruck fame First place killer, the man with no name Machine shop, rodeo, the scrap pile, boss You're the one who's gonna learn about loss Eyes on the road, the souls in the gutter Burn up the street just like the toe-cutter Don't be foolish and don't go insane Dead man's curve, ride the inside lane Concrete breakfast, starstruck fame First place killer Car crash Car crash Car crash Car crash Car crash Car crash Car crash Car crash |
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you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing
well a swim with the sharks is like me i'll find them for three and catch them and kill them for ten when they smile just cut off your legs you've got no time to think only to beg twenty no twenty five - three tons the one in the front is the one on the run well it's blood red fair game for the eats 'cause this my home this is my street well is a swim with the sharks like weak is for strong nobody knows it yet not right from wrong deep is the dark from the depths of the dive am i okay, am i alive? well the hot house now seems like suckin' on some ice cream funny thing is it'll make a grown man scream want to stay afloat but don't forget it all i've got to say you're gonna need a bigger boat well a swim with the sharks is like now never deadly clever the darkness the sun...forever...done |
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What's that sound that you're hearing
What's that noise... It sounds like a trash can exploding It sounds like a mess It sounds like you're feeling pretty good It sounds like a world in distress It sounds like the speaker's broken It sounds like a fire It sounds like OK, OK It sounds like a riot Mega!! Kung fu radio It sounds like a freak of nature It sounds like you've been gone for awhile It sounds like you ain't so happy It sounds like 5000 style It sounds like you think that you're bulletproof It sounds like hey what can I say It sounds like we're taking over It sounds like get out of my way Mega!! Kung fu radio What's that... sound!! |
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out on your feet standing 8, standing, 8
you can't look to me when you sealed your own fate it's one to four and you're half way there i can tell from your face your and blank stare that there ain't nothin' going on upstairs and the state that you're in is despair it ain't rare that your eyes are seeing double it's par time for the course 'cause you know you're in some trouble one - check the eyes for some vision two - I seem to sense indecision three - you're getting weak in the knees four - crying please baby please five - begins the loss of the brain cells six, six, six - and you go to hell seven - you ain't looking so right eight - it's too late that's the end of the fight out on your feet standing 8, standing 8 out on your feet standing 8 so what went wrong, you were so strong where's the flow in your show must been something, but i don't know you fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove it seems to me that your name is mud blood on the canvas painting a portrait a slice of life and the fact that you're unfit but you kept steppin' and gettin' your wreckin' it seems like awhile but it only took a second was that right? was that the left? was it the jab? or was it this hook? it's undisputed, but who did the damage do you think you can manage are you in or are you out? now there was a time when your mind was you mind it's a desperate state i find when you're holding up the peace sign your name to the contract to get yourself some combat but won't that start bringing about decision you've got a choice, much due respect or beat into submission... |
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Goddamn, even Superman shot himself
Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth Maybe he read the Sunday paper Murder front page death and rape I can't see through the haze of the hazy It's the little things that drive a man crazy You know what I mean I know why he did it Too slow to outwit it, get it His cape was red, but so was his blood Man of steel fell with a thud Taken out by a villain who's willin' to stand in line And do the time you hated 'cause life brings death that life has created And do you understand when I say it's the little things that break the man By the way are you feeling it bit by bit Piece by piece they're stealing it Bite the dust hit the deck they're dealing it You've got to give it up Sometimes I feel so stupid Sometimes I feel so low Sometimes I think of all the things that I'll never know Sometimes I don't know what to do But most motherfuckers don't have a clue Open your eyes see out the inside the point of the point of the point You can't hide from the shit that's all around funky ghetto of the mind That brings you down Can't shake it 'til you give it up, sell your soul, or don't give a fuck Takin' you out superhero style your finger's on the trigger Wishing you were bigger all the while you've got the soul with rigor mortis Like Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this" You've got the soul with rigor mortis Suck on this The grip on the neck and the snake bite kiss |
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