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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Truly, I say truly
Truly, Truly Well if Jesus is your Lord Then Praise your God And if Islams's your Thing- Allah U Akbar And If you represent the 6 pointed star Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks I'll take ya strait up the lane And block you out the frame Then I freez it Believes it You needs it like heroin Before you git your fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada Makin' ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bada Like Jake LaMatta I can single you out And isolate you like Mano I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano I hit you right below the belt Now you singin' Saprano Talk what ya talk Still you dont know what I know Chorus Some fiend for ass Some fiend for cash Some do the knowledge Some do the math Some stick to the road Some stray from the path Some do the knowlege Some do the math Now East Coast- West Coast Wonderin' what's the beef It's goin down rough Like swallowin teeth I say word to Thin Lizzy kid, I get busy And I'll knock all of ya'll Off this wonder wall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Quick to be your style From a Fetus to a child I kill 14 billion cells Puffin L's Stompin devils on all 9 levels of hell check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition In fly night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you skim and check feels Off chics in high heels It's all bright and sunny When your holdin big money My Sonics got youth As my mud got honey I can be the king of grunge If I blow my spunge away there's a little black spot on the sun today Which I dont care if my souls are dead so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
(Uh)
Chorus Word is Bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D With some brand new shit for the year of '93 I got a loop on my crate And I'm duckin The way I'm rhymin on the break Till the brothers, fuck it Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm Everlastin Chorus Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man) Yo It's Diamond D The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom thats exotic With my man Everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the Fee Kid, my name aint Sebastion Give 'em my mom's demo tapes Foam'n at the mouth Dreamin of makin papes I know your thirsty Lord have mercy I got ten acts And ya want to be the first, G Come on, dad Let me breathe yeah Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates Have dough in the pocket And sleep way past 8 I know the feelin Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin But your shit aint appealin So make haste I'll stick it to a like paste Dont sleep I got the 9 on my waist Chorus I lick shots for the Soul Assasins I lick shots fot the Diamond D I lick shots for the Everlastin And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So dont get started Just disregard it Cause I'm retarted With an agrial stubin When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it Just like a news reporter I'm causin disorder Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card Chorus |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen
She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool But all he can do for money is drive Out late haulin′ freight on Interstate 5, prayin′ he′ll see home before his baby arrive White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you I know you coulda found a better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open He won′t be home tonight, but she keeps hopin′ Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein′ She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open It′s 4 AM and doin 95, tryin to stay awake and make it home alive White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you I know you coulda found a better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl Her lips stayed painted red, her nametag′s crooking Her heart′s been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her White Trash Beautiful, there′s something you should know My heart belongs to you girl I know you coulda found you some better guy I′ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it′s true I′m comin′ home to you I′m comin′ home to you girl I′m comin′ home to you |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks the man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swears, "God damn, If find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you REALLY might know what its like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like) then you really might know what its like I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I've heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I've licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I've stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome.45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it comes that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like...to have the blues -
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play, and by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya * (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x) (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetin's, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're stearin' Like Mario Antretti So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What you gotta say, let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House Of Pain soon will reign Over the hip hop scene and like golden green I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Yesterday, just a dream I don't remember
Tommorrow, still I hope I get to ending I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason Seasons change and leave me out in the cold Story's old, tale's been told by many scholar Got fist full of dollars, and a pocket full of love God above, if you hear me crying Tried to sell my soul but no one's buying Lord, strike me down now, if I'm lying It's getting cold, it's time for dying *Come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine Today, come on and watch me shine Like the world is mine Today, watch me shine Let man who's free from sin Cast the first stone and begin the violence Let man whose words ring true Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence Let the one's who lose their way Live to see just one more day in the sunshine Let the one's who chose to stray Recognize the price they'll pay in their lifetime *Repeat Sitting here, waiting for my roads to cross You nailed me down and you watched me bleed So lay my head against the earth Plant my body like a seed You can't always get the things you want, love Get what you deserve and maybe what you need So fill my hole with precious dirt, love Turn the soil and plot the weed *Repeat |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
We can go, soul for soul, over mic control
Kid you can touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his jewels He was out to cold mock me, and play you for fools Kid, you know the rules, must be smoking two for booze Try to dis me on the low, got to be a psycho That's alright though, you know you won't see me shaking I'm out to the blow the spot on who's real and who's faking Who's giving, who's taking, who's living, who's starving Dis me on the mic, it's time for headstone carving And epitaph writing, I strike you like lightning Dissolve you like powder, so turn it up louder Go on, pump the wattage, get the cheese, buy a cottage I like mean streets, I like Spanish freaks I like Korean bar-b-que, I like old school beats *And I'm sick of all the shit that's dropping And I'm tired of all the lip that's popping And all the wack attitudes people copping I'm only tryin' to get a few heads bobbing *Repeat It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a loogie I'm wiser than Bud, I'm thicker than blood I'm moldin' in time, moldin' from the divine How could you be so bold, to think that you'll take mine I'm Cash like Johnny, it's the highway man And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can With my farmer's tan and my bloodshot eyes I ain't body no one, I ain't dropped no pies With the mothers from the gutters I'm 'bout to explode, and blow the spot For now, but the gun, he'll roll Like artillery shells, been from heaven to hell And I'm say a little prayer for every rapper that fell *Repeat (x2) |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Clock on the wall keeps ticking away I've got to go, but I'd love to stay Yo I've been walkin' round in the streets of these cities I've flipped a few whiskies, I've rode a few kitties I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles I popped a few collars then rocked a few models I've pushed a few buttons, left all you cats guessing It's ? Garcia, bia, who you stressin' I'm ?, bout to drop blessings I had to kill Whitey, word to the almighty I'm tailor-made and I'm custom-fitted Can't none of y'all cats do it like I did it I might come sing it, I might come spit it And if you wanna take it, try to come get it You'll get your wig splitted, get your grill busted I'm crazy like the Beastie Boys were still dusted Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Yo, off the dummy's instrumental, I spit heavy metal Never been from the ghetto, keep it mad fundamental Became a night devil, ? rebel Add some bass, add some treble, pump up my level Cause mad motherfuckers done bit my steeze And the game has got biters like dogs got fleas And all you dick riders get up off your knees Drinkers turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees Learn your A B C's, mind your P's and Q's Fuck around, get shot up, wind up on the news Yo, it's ? Garcia, he a singin' the blues Rockin' shiney jewels and some brand new shoes I love my mama cause she ain't raised no fools My golden rule is stay holdin' the tool What you doing to your people's comes back on you Don't know when the grim reaper wants to rendezvous It's like Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it I hear mad motherfuckers say they're ready to die Acting like they don't care but I swear they lie Tell you now if they had to look death in the eye They beg and they plead and they scream and they cry When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls I hear a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill Most of them are just clowns but they swear they will Spend a lot of time being down, keepin' it real But I pay more attention to the ones that keep still You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall You all will fall when the reaper calls When the reaper calls, you all will fall Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it Clock on the wall keeps ticking away A tick tock and you don't stop I've got to go, but I'd love to stay A tock tick and you don't quit, hit it |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Sittin' alone and I hear rain fallin' on my windowsill
Just wanna do what's right but I don't know if I ever will There's so many reasons, too many excuses And all these prescriptions, got too many uses And I'm so lonely It's kind of scary And this kind of lonely is making me weary I'm so lonesome I could die Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for the sun to shine Sometimes I kneel and pray hoping someday you'll be mine She's so many miles away So many things to say And all of the games we'd play don't matter anyway Cause I'm so lonely The sex is empty But this kind of lonely makes it easy to tempt me I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die Sittin' alone and I am waitin' for somebody to call Think if I up and died wouldn't nobody notice at all Cause I'm so insecure and I feel so unsure Can't take it anymore, no It's never been like this before And I'm so lonely, feel like cryin' And this kinda lonely is worse than dyin' I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die I'm so lonesome I could die |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford... Female Vocals: The white boy is back! And you know he can never be wack. The white boy is back The white boy is back! With his foot up in your ass crack The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy) The white boy is back! And you know that he never smoke crack. The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy) |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning Back of the liquor store bout to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand, my man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Millar Take the money then I run son, I'm a lover and a killer This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning I feel like God and the devil, I'm a saint, I'm a sinner I'm a hard rocking, hard headed, hard sick summer winner I'm a cooch blazing, bush chasing product of the city And I ain't asking for your love and I don't want your pity So girl don't talk about me shitty, don't act all high and ditty Cause if your man keep playing me funny I'm a come take all his money And leave him holy from this blessing with my four pound Smith-N-Wesson Better watch out who you're stressin', fuck around you'll learn your lesson This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning Back of the liquor store tryin' to break these chumps Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps Trying to shake these bones, I'm trying to get these shoes But yo they all think Whitey's cheating cos tonight I can't lose They wanna take my funds but I'm a blaze my guns With burning sensations and heart palpitations Why you breathing so heavy, while your palms all sweaty And if you thinkin' bout a stick move, word to God you ain't ready This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This, this, this, this is a warning, I, I warned you baby This, this, this is a warning This is a warning, this is a warning This is a warning, this, this is a warning |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
Voice:
The rhythm is both the songs manicle and it's demanicle charge... The rhythm (20x), I'm Everlast born to be a caucassion but it makes no difference what persuasion you are As long as you know how to get up on the floor and start workin' a sweat To a musical measure that makes you move as soon as the needle drops into the groove So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (10x)... Yo, yo, you know what the world needs? Rhythm! The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (10x)... You linger for the rap singer, when Donald D brings the party to the deal my presence is felt world wide You don't dance to this it's suicide Put your hands into the air on, the M.C. cop, the girlies are pipen' hot Natorious Lama is how I'm livin' don't step to me step to the rhythm Step to the rhythm The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (10x)... You make me feel so hot like I said before we need rhythm, The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (5x)... All we need is rhythm... Listen to the tracks that rolls, watch the mic as it glows The lethal weapon got you trapped in this dance mode Ice-T's throwin' words at you like dodge ball y'all You gotta move get hit, if you get hit, you fall, no jokin', no boastin' and no bragging Grip the mic like a .44 magnum, dust you off if you suck 'cause I ain't You want me to write soft rhyme's, Sorry, I can't, I write the rhythm The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (10x)... We need rhythm for the world to have peace and unity We must first have... BOOM! |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
All the broken hearts and the unpaid dues What you did to me, what I did to you I ain't mad at you, boo So what we gonna do? I just seen you out with your mans, lookin' kinda happy Feelin' like somebody just slapped me Gut's in a knot, my temp's gettin' hot I wanna make that man bleed and wet his speed knot He ain't got what we had, and it makes me kinda mad I hurt my one true love, just like my dad And it's kinda sad, 'cause now my shit's together No need for umbrellas, I can see the stormy weather I'm goin' outside into the rain Like Keith Sweat, 'cause I can't house this pain We was workin' for years, now I'm jerkin' these tears >From my lips to God's ears, girl, I did you wrong So I'm makin' this song, to let you know how I feel Before keepin' it real, may keep my heart concealed And now I'm on the side just paitently waitin' Watchin' on you and the time for updatin' I can't hide from the truth, I know the pudding's in the proof So I stand convicted, like all your friends predicted But I think you'd be suprised on how this ends, brothers We went from lovers to friends, we'll go from friends to lovers So if that man make you smile, I guess that I'll Just accept it, and respect it I'll hit you wit' this song and let you think about it Then I'll just leave you alone and be a man about it |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Benevolence , mercy, dicipline x2
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4 Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails Commence the impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of hatian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more prostration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up The call of my flesh And my soul wont mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' pot shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mum If you keep the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Viet Cong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish, so [CHORUS] |
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from Ali (알리) by Pieter Bourke [ost] (2002)
(The the, the the, the the, the the) Don't throw no roses on my grave, boo That's not a soldier, it's more like an angel You got no where to run, no one to pray to Jesus and Moses ain't comin' to save you (The greatest, the the the greatest) I flow like a butterfly, I sting like a hornet They won't let me have it Not even if no one else want it And if I try to take it They wanna break me down and strip me naked They write a brand new rule and break it They lie, they cheat, they steal, they fake it But I'mma make it, Lord I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The greatest man alive) I can't sweat it, know I got to get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt, my name will survive (The greatest the the greatest man alive) (The greatest man) (The greatest, the the) I'mma make it, Lord I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The gratest man alive) I can't sweat it, I know I got to get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt, my name will survive (The, the greatest man alive) (The greatest, the the greatest man) (The the, the greatest man alive) (The, the the greatest, the the the greatest man) (The greatest man alive) I'mma make it, know that I can take it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Cut the drama boy, save it for your mama I'm the (The greatest man alive) I can't sweat it, I know I gotta get it I'm the (The greatest man alive) Without no doubt my name will survive (The greatest man, the greatest man alive) It only gets harder It always seems so far away The sky's getting darker Another storm is on the way (The the greatest, the the the greatest,the the) Another storm is on the way (The the the the greatest, the the greatest) (The greatest man alive) |
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from Run-D.M.C - Crown Royal (2001)
[Run]
Let me tell you bout what I love in Gina Love is like no other couldn't get in between her Always stayed fly man I wished that you seen her Said they had a scheme but nobody believed her No real job cause she stay in the streets Gina did nails but her love made beats When they wanna eat they just walked in the store They took what they wanted man the illest you saw Til one day they went up kindin fiendin with ice Butter like(?) the jeans and Gina said "The rings are nice" Next thing you know they wanna pull off a heist Shook took a look and shot the jeweler twice Diamonds all shinin as they flew in the air Butter actin up and grabbin stuff by the pair Gina at the door cause she good with the gun They both grabbed the money and run [Chorus: Everlast] C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} hey, hey, hey C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run.."*} hey, hey, hey [Run] Spoonie was a rookie that was new on the scene Used to be a thug now he's doin it clean Ironic he was coppin and they gave him the spot Knew Butter back from Hollis used to chill on the block Seen Butter round the way with a brand new Benz Gina lookin pretty in the city with friends Spoonie's sayin yo I gotta get these ends And these are the two I gotta apprehend A big boy from Hollis promised not to tell And lead these cops on a long long trail Spoonie saw Gina and the chick turned pale Runnin sayin somethin like she don't got bail Butter said promise me I won't see jail Spoonie want a watch and a |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
(Wait a minute)
Dope new styles of rhyme, not breakin science Down with the Rhyme Syndicate alliance You're on the tip but in the crack of a whip You know the saying about ships and slips with a lip? You'll be sunk while I be gettin drunk With the bottle of rose I keep in my trunk, punk Don't try to get none, know where I'm comin from? I don't care if you do got a gun You better step off before I go off And don't dare bug, riff or show off Cause then I break hard, you think I'm a fanatic Speak my rhymes in English, not breakin no mathematics Cause that's for other people, boy, I ain't got 'em But in almost every other rhyme I can spot 'em Get off it, get off the bandwagon Runnin the same old styles you keep draggin Everlast is here with rhymes ready to drop Hey yo, here I go again I'm the foreman of this rap, this rhyme style construction You're on the eve of destruction (Wait a minute) (Keep on singin, keep on singin) (4x) Step forward face up, meet the grim reaper You're aimin for the top as the ladder gets steeper To my man Divine I send this dedication To let him know that with his help I got a Syndication With the dope rhymes I write, the styles I recite Don't follow this leader, I'm not your guiding light To the groove I'm smooth like a hit from a buddha I might smoke an herb but I won't sniff or shoot up Not hangin with gangs or messin with thugs Not slingin no caine or dealin no drugs Cause I'm straight like an arrow, the path I follow is narrow On the rise Everlast will sore like a sparrow Through the sky, so don't ask me why If you're dazed and confused you must be high So before you try and break make sure that you're sober Cause I'll snatch your crown, boy, then I'll destroy ya (Wait a minute) (Keep on singin, keep on singin) (8x) To all you new jack MC's writin your rhymes in haste Get dissed, put out of business, don't it seem like a race? Face death, your final breath jumpin up in my face I'm a single not a pair, not a deuce I'm a ace As you hear the treble clack hear my bass tone kick Take three out in a snap like a flat hat trick Everlast is educated, energized for endurance Properly protected with a 100 g insurance For my mouth (mouth) (mouth) Wet my whistle at a party with a Coke and a stout Take heed duck MC's cause Everlast has the clout So break north, suckers, the top's why I came Don't wanna hear beefin, cryin or complainin From you or any other party or set The pied piper of rhyme, it's time to pay your debt Pay the piper, the sniper, who wanna get hyper On the microphone there's no other type of MC gettin with the E Down with Divine and DLC Def Lyric Creations on radio stations Everlast reigns supreme and I'm in Syndication (Wait a minute) (Keep on singin, keep on singin) (4x) Hey yo, come here, lend me your ear Everlast is the name of me and my gear So get up, get with it, come on, admit it The rhyme I just spoke, you wish you did it Like I do and you tried to But I'd quit while I'm ahead if I were you But I'm not, I'm givin all I got Get the girls on the floor, make em hot to trot For the Caucasian Sensation there's no hesitation Everlast reigns supreme and I'm in Syndication (Wait a minute) (Keep on singin, keep on singin) (Everlast is here with) (Rhymes ready to drop) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Still gotta lotta love
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Much love to my man Leone Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor Much love for my man Danny Boy Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs And much love love for my man B-Real I'm glad you got rid of that steel And much love for my man Sen-Dog The crews rolling thicker than some London fog And much love for my man Steve Urkel I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show And much love for my brody named Justin Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em And much love for my man Scott Ian For bein' a really down to earth human bein' And much love to my man Guy-O Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho And much love to my man Bronx Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster Funky like a dumpster And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge With family like Sister Sledge And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece And everyone out there fighting the beast And much love to the pioneers 'Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers And much love to the ultra magnetic 'Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit Still gotta lot of love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Still gotta lot of love |
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from Everlast - Forever Everlasting (1999)
I'm in the studio with my brotha the half asiatic
You know the fraction of black skin and a smidget of white It's my brotha Kool Nick And we about to drop some science on the this track About God and what not and the world... Step up and bow your head Be greatful your hungry for knowledge I'm serving a plate full of 12 course meals And a black plate of of wax through MC's Sit back and relax Try to digest the data that I feed you I'm actin' this way 'cause I'm bred to the color of my skin Something I take pride in Still my people insist on hidin' behind the American dream And it's like the home of the free And mom's apple pie I got whiped for the meltin' pod I guess not Kid stuck up for his rights and got shot Yah, I speak no evil (2x) Yo, Nick do me a favor Step up! (Kool Nick) His world is crazy It must be sick Be like Nick Get ricious real quick Jews, Muslims, Buddah Baptists Brought up like the Merry Christmas See salvation Every pinch of this rhyme is from my heart And I meant this Jesus...Scattered his blood for me He hung on a cross You know that story Nowadays a lot of people are trying to worship Satan But your gonna fry in hell I'm never burning up forever The forcast see no change in weather Damn', the Devil would never twist this mind with the mark of the 666 Thanks God there no one equal That's why I speak no evil (2x) Listen to the story of my savor And how he gave up life to let us live That's a hell of a gift to give Kick it E Now as I take a look around I don't see many people down With my cars...Ha, that's scary Tryin' to diss the son of Marry You being lord take the bait And fall into the trap of Satan Then your life's over without no sequal That's why I speak no evil (2x) Yo, this is weird rhymin' Strange brothers are gettin' shaked on the streets with gold chains Some smoke crack, cocaine, and Jumbo fried When they talk mumbo How can this be society I front the place where none of us want to be People gettin' judged by the skin tone It wasn't like this way back with the Flinstones! Some times I get kept back because I'm half black People can't except that, yoexcept me for what I am What did I do Becasue none of us give a damn All they want is to drive a Mercedes Half a million dollars... And live like the Brady's! But anyways time is winding Not grinding lLok in your heart and start finding peace and love No matter what your grade is understand the knowledge at hand and believe this I speak no evil! Word up We got my Ma Lofy in the house Man, my boy Chris My brother Low-Dog My brother Bry My lady T Yo, we got Shawny, you what's up My brother E over there Hahaha, you know I speak no evil! |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
(You came into my life) (I don't have to wonder no more, I can feel it all in my soul It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Yo, I first took breath in Hemstead, Long Island Born American ancestry from Ireland You ain't knowin me, you'd better stop smilin' Ain't nothin funny once my dummies start whiling You talkin loud all of a sudden it's silent Your premonitions say it's about to get violent You want permission just to blink your own eyelids I got my soldiers, everywhere they go, I win No stick moves, ain't no cap peeling Where I come from real men don't catch feelins We don't rhyme about fake jacks or drug dealin The shit I drop will leave all your brains on the ceilin' Mass appealin, done it since the '80s Rock rhymes for my dogs, sing songs for my ladies Spend money like crazy, ain't got no babies If I don't make it in heaven I’ll run shit in Hades Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's in my soul) Soul Music And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Soul Music I'm tryin to find an explanation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Yo I shit on competition Spit on percussion Beats are bonecrushin One deep I'm bum-rushin Guns they get stuck in Someone starts buckin The jewels that I'm truckin got pimps upchuckin You can't hold me down You can't hold my hand A full grown man with the one God plan I represent the colors that never run God bless DMC God bless Reverend Run R.I.P. for the J.M.J. Tell Big and Scott LaRock that we all say hey Be like Tupac or be like Kid 'n Play Do you wanna burn out or just fade away I can rock the mic with no delay With my head to the ground every time I pray You can catch a heart attack or get blown away Cause this type of shit happens everyday Feel the burn (I can feel it all in my soul) It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn (It's in my soul) It's Soul Music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) It's Soul Music I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul (It's in my soul) Soul Music And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Soul Music Tryin to find an explanation deep down in my soul (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn |
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from Everlast - White Trash Beautiful (2004)
Sleepin' Alone
*Phone Rings* (Hello?) (Hey, is she home yet?) (No, she's not home yet) (All right, thanks) Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And ask you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Baby girl she makes the good motion Make no mistake she's deep as the ocean Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city And God'll never make another woman this pretty And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me Word to P.Diddy I treated her shitty I'm sick of cliches like opposites attract When they drop the drum track Screaming "Baby come back" Reality bites like pit bull fights I jump outta bed and throw on my lights Your clothes are all gone And you ain't there And your makeup drawer is empty I found an old picture of you washing your hair And now we ain't even friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Ain't too many kids that bang like this shorty She'll sip champagne She'll come drink a fourty Got a smell that intice Dress kinda sporty In public she's nice In private she's naughty I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand And fucked it all up like the Taliban She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans And I don't even care about the fifty grand Man the hell with the cash cause that ain't the point We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' a joint We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings We had tickle fights We did the wild things Now I'm all alone up in my room This house is feelin' empty We used to talk about being bride and groom And now we ain't even friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone Me corazon Ain't comin' home The sweetest thing I've ever known Turned off her phone Left me alone With pain that cuts down to the bone It can't be fixed Scars don't heal None of these chicks out here are real Some of these chicks got sex appeal But their souls all come up empty Put me in the mix, girl, what's the deal? All I'm trying to be is friendly Try to get you on the phone But your mother says you're gone And you ain't coming home Girl I'm sleeping alone Try to get you on the line And beg you to be mine But you're so hard to find Girl I'm sleeping alone |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love 'em Asiatic, Japanese, and Puerto Rican Every time I start speakin', I wind up freakin' Some little fleusy n**** in my jacuzzi If ya think I'm not choosy than the joke's on you You want the 411, baby here's my style I like 'em young but I'm no freaky pedophile I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy Swing 'em through the mo and the Ev will get steamy You can't see me, I play the set low Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' L's if I got 'em And I ain't too proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs, I'll fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock role Girl, I stay rock hard CHORUS: So if I get mine, you'll get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors VERSE: Divine Styler CHORUS VERSE: Cockni O'Dire Ahhh, baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya I can't hide the fact I wanna ride your Body up and down and then back and forth Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya Oohh, you look good, honey bun, I can't fake it And word is bond I just got to get you n**** And once you're n**** I'm a lick your skin Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been I'll kiss you down there when you're bare And I swear that I'll do it right I'll make it last all night But don't put up a fight 'Cause I ain't Macho Man Randy I'm not a savage, I just want some candy And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind Let me know where I stand, come take my hand Give me a hug, then lay me down on the rug CHORUS |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from Everlast - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues (1998)
Yo Everlast, what's up?
It's Sen Dog. How you doin' kid? Check this, I heard you're doin' some shit with some live instruments and all that. Word, I'm doin' the same thing, hey yo, check this out... You still rhymin' or what? You need to get at me dog, peace out... |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles That are crazy phat, It's making me sick Punk get off my dick chorus 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was Same motherfucker But I can't pay attention 'Cause I'm on that dust My head's not swell Kid I'm not gell Don't feed me soup Just give me the funky loop I'll rock it to the best of my ability Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility 'Cause I'm the man that's on point When I jam a funky joint I want some other over there Yo, I just don't care shit Pass the mic Then I'm gonna' tear shit Up like a peice of paper Your girl caught the vapor When I ran the caper I ain't rearranged So don't look strange I'm the same motherfucker Ain't a damn thing changed chorus 'Cause I'm hard like stone Don't play me soft And I rock rhymes frequently I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip Don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip chorus Bustin', flippin', skippin', Just like a stone on a river Ya know I'm gonna' give her Whole lotta' flavor Criminal behavior Used to be how I made it But that shit's over rated Now I rock rhymes over funky beats I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets They say money changes people But I won't 'cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was chorus And ya don't quit 'Cause I'm on that dust Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...] My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust FunkDoobiest is on that dust |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yo, the time has come
For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door The House of Pain is cleaning up, sweeping up, clocking up Check it, check yourself before you check another It's the House of Pain, Pain, Pain.. |
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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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 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 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)
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 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 - 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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