Favorite lyrics
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False Joe
Who cares.
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I got here sick
and to make me better I bum arround
dont give me your obedience
because i'll show you my body of wolf
where the skin was weak
with a hunger that doesnt let me sing
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
And you fell here in this world
I carry a blade my god for you
how many times did you bite me
and how many times did I leave
Im not in love anymore
with your lies
In hell I sleep
beacuse hell is the only truth
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
Star of the morning
Samael I go after you
And If I lose my wings
I also die for you
Star of the morning
Samael I go after you
And If I lose my wings
I also die for you
I only like it due to what the lyrics mean. Its a whole religious thing, against organized religion. The album is Amputechture, if you wanna know about it google it.
and to make me better I bum arround
dont give me your obedience
because i'll show you my body of wolf
where the skin was weak
with a hunger that doesnt let me sing
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
And you fell here in this world
I carry a blade my god for you
how many times did you bite me
and how many times did I leave
Im not in love anymore
with your lies
In hell I sleep
beacuse hell is the only truth
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
In my life
In the dark it holds me
when I saw you
in the rain you
primissed me your blood
I dont stay
Star of the morning
Samael I go after you
And If I lose my wings
I also die for you
Star of the morning
Samael I go after you
And If I lose my wings
I also die for you
I only like it due to what the lyrics mean. Its a whole religious thing, against organized religion. The album is Amputechture, if you wanna know about it google it.
sounds more like hes confronting "god" or "jesus" for ignoring the hardships on earth to me more than organized religion.
False Joe
Who cares.
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Yes. But this is one song, the whole album is a criticism of organized religion.
Jethro Tulls Aqualung had a few good songs dealing directly with the subject. Right in the face, Ian didnt pull a single punch.
My God
People -- what have you done --
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
if that's all that you can see.
You are the god of everything --
He's inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don't call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England --
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who --
with His plastic crucifix --
he's got him fixed --
confuses me as to who and where and why --
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin --
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.
Hymn 43
Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
His cross was rather bloody --
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!
Wind Up
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
People -- what have you done --
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
if that's all that you can see.
You are the god of everything --
He's inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don't call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England --
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who --
with His plastic crucifix --
he's got him fixed --
confuses me as to who and where and why --
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin --
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.
Hymn 43
Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
His cross was rather bloody --
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!
Wind Up
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
great album, a master piece in my mind
The Devil Wears Prada-Swords, Dragons and Diet Coke
Be Gone with you, you articles of nothingness.
i don't know what i have to do to prove myself.
this audience is stern.
grey is what has risen from the pits.
choose a new medicine to control it.
you thought you had me fooled.
the grey is what has risen from the pits.
my lady, let us waltz.
we can ignore the firearms.
guns manufactured by fear.
i will never be forgotten.
i will never forget you.
with dead tongues and lonely hearts, we cough the poison out.
and yet i sing a song of hope.
your final days approach.
this will be our final confrontation.
this will be our last.
"Rough Hands"
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie
She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt
Sometimes love isn't about
how much someone suits you
But how much you're willing to change
to suit them
All my bones are dust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much
(two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft
One day she said, "I'm tired"
One day her clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles
I'm not saying she's my last
I'm just saying that she could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not her man
Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...
All my bones are dust (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
6. Days Turn Blue To Gray
Thou have fathered
Son and daughter
Doth begat, yet raised not bother
Paralyzed your children's lives
Wither vines of family ties
Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray
Seventeen when
Family begin
Drinking, fighting, heroin
Unquenchable addictions call
Responsible to none above all
Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray
Lest I taste
Its sweet grapes
Glass to tongue
Across it tips
Cross my lips
Swallow it down
[Solo: Demmel]
Please
Won't you love me?
Please help me see
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?
And now that you're gone
Emptiness lives on
The guilt is all I feel
No closure
Father
Motherfucker
No closure
The strings of my heart
You pulled on endlessly
This twine is severed
In tragedy
Father
Mother Destroyer
Destroy her
Your self-destruction
What made you feel alive
Your self-destruction
Of your children's
Lives
Be Gone with you, you articles of nothingness.
i don't know what i have to do to prove myself.
this audience is stern.
grey is what has risen from the pits.
choose a new medicine to control it.
you thought you had me fooled.
the grey is what has risen from the pits.
my lady, let us waltz.
we can ignore the firearms.
guns manufactured by fear.
i will never be forgotten.
i will never forget you.
with dead tongues and lonely hearts, we cough the poison out.
and yet i sing a song of hope.
your final days approach.
this will be our final confrontation.
this will be our last.
"Rough Hands"
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie
She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt
Sometimes love isn't about
how much someone suits you
But how much you're willing to change
to suit them
All my bones are dust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much
(two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft
One day she said, "I'm tired"
One day her clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles
I'm not saying she's my last
I'm just saying that she could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not her man
Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...
All my bones are dust (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
6. Days Turn Blue To Gray
Thou have fathered
Son and daughter
Doth begat, yet raised not bother
Paralyzed your children's lives
Wither vines of family ties
Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray
Seventeen when
Family begin
Drinking, fighting, heroin
Unquenchable addictions call
Responsible to none above all
Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray
Lest I taste
Its sweet grapes
Glass to tongue
Across it tips
Cross my lips
Swallow it down
[Solo: Demmel]
Please
Won't you love me?
Please help me see
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?
And now that you're gone
Emptiness lives on
The guilt is all I feel
No closure
Father
Motherfucker
No closure
The strings of my heart
You pulled on endlessly
This twine is severed
In tragedy
Father
Mother Destroyer
Destroy her
Your self-destruction
What made you feel alive
Your self-destruction
Of your children's
Lives
ShredHeadJHJ
oh noes itz a opinionn
I'm seriously not big on listening to lyrics. If I can sing a long to it word for word that's great, but it's not normally why I listen to music. Music of the music I listen to doesn't even have vocals.
Metallica's "Justice" & Dream Theater's "Awake" have some of the best lyrics that I can think of. I can put those albums in & sing along with the whole album, & for someone who doesn't really listen to music for the lyrics I think that makes a hell of a statement.
Metallica's "Justice" & Dream Theater's "Awake" have some of the best lyrics that I can think of. I can put those albums in & sing along with the whole album, & for someone who doesn't really listen to music for the lyrics I think that makes a hell of a statement.
Justice does have great lyrics, thing is I cant stand that recording, but I was inspired by the lyrics. I&W, Awake...... top shelve, I&W was a whole new voyage for me, one I needed in '92.
As-I-Lay-Dying
Member
I love you.
Rough Hands is immense.
Insane live as well.
And those are some deep fucking 'chine Head lyrics
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Guns N' Roses - Rocket Queen (mellow part)
I see you standing
Standing on your own
It's such a lonely place for you
For you to be
If you need a shoulder
Or if you need a friend
I'll bee here standing
Until the bitter end
No one needs the sorrow
No one needs the pain
I hate to see you
Walking out there
Out in the rain
So don't chastise me
Or think I, I mean you harm
Of those that take you
Leave you strung out
Much too far
Baby-yeah
Don't ever leave me
Say you'll always be there
All I ever wanted
Was for you
To know that I care
I just like the lyrics whenever I'm feeling apathetic or sad.
I see you standing
Standing on your own
It's such a lonely place for you
For you to be
If you need a shoulder
Or if you need a friend
I'll bee here standing
Until the bitter end
No one needs the sorrow
No one needs the pain
I hate to see you
Walking out there
Out in the rain
So don't chastise me
Or think I, I mean you harm
Of those that take you
Leave you strung out
Much too far
Baby-yeah
Don't ever leave me
Say you'll always be there
All I ever wanted
Was for you
To know that I care
I just like the lyrics whenever I'm feeling apathetic or sad.
mutantllama
Active Member
6. Greenhouse Effect
[Testament / Skolnick]
Fools the ones who stray, the rain forest burns away
Know what to believe, this is the air we breathe
So the world we know is dying slow in South America
Flames are burning down, all the trees to the ground
Time is running low, we can't stay no more
Wealth these people see, fight for eternity
Lies they televise paid by their government
There on! It's lingers on
And they don't even care in they...
Seal the Planet's fate
Crimes they perpetrate
Wasting precious land
It's time to take a stand
Our only hope to breathe again
To stop the madness closing in
What will we do when all is lost?
Environmental holocaust... repeat
Foes, these people go, someone destroyed their home
Plagued with disease, left praying on their knees
Laws protect the land, social justice in demand
Smoke it fills the air into the atmosphere
Now it's time to see a cycle of a tragedy
On! It lingers on, and they don't even care if they
Seal the Planet's fate
Crimes they perpetrate
Wasting precious land
It's time to take a stand
Our only hope to breathe again
To stop the madness closing in
What will we do when all is lost?
Environmental holocaust... repeat
[Testament / Skolnick]
Fools the ones who stray, the rain forest burns away
Know what to believe, this is the air we breathe
So the world we know is dying slow in South America
Flames are burning down, all the trees to the ground
Time is running low, we can't stay no more
Wealth these people see, fight for eternity
Lies they televise paid by their government
There on! It's lingers on
And they don't even care in they...
Seal the Planet's fate
Crimes they perpetrate
Wasting precious land
It's time to take a stand
Our only hope to breathe again
To stop the madness closing in
What will we do when all is lost?
Environmental holocaust... repeat
Foes, these people go, someone destroyed their home
Plagued with disease, left praying on their knees
Laws protect the land, social justice in demand
Smoke it fills the air into the atmosphere
Now it's time to see a cycle of a tragedy
On! It lingers on, and they don't even care if they
Seal the Planet's fate
Crimes they perpetrate
Wasting precious land
It's time to take a stand
Our only hope to breathe again
To stop the madness closing in
What will we do when all is lost?
Environmental holocaust... repeat
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Tupac - Dear Mama
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my momma's place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there
he passed away and I didn't cry
cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless
but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.....
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my momma's place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there
he passed away and I didn't cry
cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless
but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.....
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady
Flesh Storm by Slayer
Take a deep breath cause it all starts now when you pull the fucking pin
The shrapnel burns as it tears into your skin
Ever wonder what it takes to be questioning your faith
This is what it's like when it happens every Goddamn day
Violence is our way of life
Shards of life like confetti in the air
The flesh storm grows as it breeds despair
You hear the screams in the distance, fighting the resistance
Not cries of war, these are just the sounds of pain
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Killings in style and it's now the main event
The camaras are whores for the daily bloodshed
Like a junkie hungry for a fix of anything
The media devours and feasts upon the inhumane
Violence is our way of life
It's all too fucking clear we can never coincide
So lets all drink to genocide
All the venomous sights border on the arcane
In times of war everything is bound by pain
It's all just psychotic devotion, manipulated with no discretion
Warfare knows no compassion, thrives with no evolution
Unstable minds exacerbate unrest in peace
There's no future
The world is dead
So save that last bullet
For your head
Only the fallen have won, because the fallen can't run
My visions not obscured, for war there is no cure
So here the only law, is men killing men for someone else's cause
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Fucking awesome.
Take a deep breath cause it all starts now when you pull the fucking pin
The shrapnel burns as it tears into your skin
Ever wonder what it takes to be questioning your faith
This is what it's like when it happens every Goddamn day
Violence is our way of life
Shards of life like confetti in the air
The flesh storm grows as it breeds despair
You hear the screams in the distance, fighting the resistance
Not cries of war, these are just the sounds of pain
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Killings in style and it's now the main event
The camaras are whores for the daily bloodshed
Like a junkie hungry for a fix of anything
The media devours and feasts upon the inhumane
Violence is our way of life
It's all too fucking clear we can never coincide
So lets all drink to genocide
All the venomous sights border on the arcane
In times of war everything is bound by pain
It's all just psychotic devotion, manipulated with no discretion
Warfare knows no compassion, thrives with no evolution
Unstable minds exacerbate unrest in peace
There's no future
The world is dead
So save that last bullet
For your head
Only the fallen have won, because the fallen can't run
My visions not obscured, for war there is no cure
So here the only law, is men killing men for someone else's cause
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Fucking awesome.
Einherjar86
Active Member
"The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea...
The Doer and the Thinker, no allowance for the other,
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed...
The home fires burning, the kettle almost boiling,
But the master of the house is far away...
The horse, he is stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day...
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheathes his sword...
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority,
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide
To wash them all aside...
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
Where the swelling mountain waters run onward to the sea...
The builder of the castle renews the age-old purpose,
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need...
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year...
And the innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster,
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems...
And the poet sheathes his pen while the soldier lifts his sword...
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority,
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him on the run..."
~Ian Anderson, Thick As a Brick
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea...
The Doer and the Thinker, no allowance for the other,
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed...
The home fires burning, the kettle almost boiling,
But the master of the house is far away...
The horse, he is stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day...
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheathes his sword...
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority,
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide
To wash them all aside...
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
Where the swelling mountain waters run onward to the sea...
The builder of the castle renews the age-old purpose,
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need...
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year...
And the innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster,
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems...
And the poet sheathes his pen while the soldier lifts his sword...
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority,
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him on the run..."
~Ian Anderson, Thick As a Brick
Matt
Active Member
v2kv
Member
Immortal Technique - The Prophecy
So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so special nigga?
Huh... what the fuck do you do?
I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like telome
The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy
Searching for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you
Only by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody but wait till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that will continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy
And shine so far away from you
You'll never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none
Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic
Screaming like onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The blood stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after
Just death following the forth right disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the struggle I see
To socialistically united the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a fucking prophet
But that's the fucking prophecy
So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so special nigga?
Huh... what the fuck do you do?
I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like telome
The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy
Searching for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you
Only by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody but wait till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that will continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy
And shine so far away from you
You'll never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none
Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic
Screaming like onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The blood stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after
Just death following the forth right disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the struggle I see
To socialistically united the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a fucking prophet
But that's the fucking prophecy
