The Thread Where You Talk About Music You Like

Ey, can anyone recommend some energetic albums for cleaning to? I have a pretty pathetic knowledge of energetic music. And my moonlighting gig has been really depressing lately, don't feel like doing shit.

Mind you.... energetic without being too thrash. I need a clear hell-fucking-yeah chorus to follow or I get bogged down deciphering different layers.
 
Ey, can anyone recommend some energetic albums for cleaning to? I have a pretty pathetic knowledge of energetic music. And my moonlighting gig has been really depressing lately, don't feel like doing shit.

Mind you.... energetic without being too thrash. I need a clear hell-fucking-yeah chorus to follow or I get bogged down deciphering different layers.

I always put on Ample Destruction when I have chores to do. I don't know anything about what music you like, but that would probably be my top choice.
 
Ey, can anyone recommend some energetic albums for cleaning to? I have a pretty pathetic knowledge of energetic music. And my moonlighting gig has been really depressing lately, don't feel like doing shit.

Mind you.... energetic without being too thrash. I need a clear hell-fucking-yeah chorus to follow or I get bogged down deciphering different layers.

I forgot about ZZ Top. Tres Hombres and beyond will work.
 
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Racing' cross tha heavens, straight tha fuck into tha dawn.
Lookin like a cold-ass lil comet, slicin all up in tha morn.
Scorchin tha horizon, blazin ta tha land.
Now dat schmoooove muthafucka here amongst us, tha age of firez at hand.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation bidz ta ask.

Everythang tha pimpin' muthafucka touches fries tha fuck into a cold-ass lil crisp.
Let his ass git close ta you, so you up in his cold-ass trip.
First you gonna smoke n' smoulder, blista up n' singe.
When ignizzle hits you, tha straight-up ass of yo' bein will cringe.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Here his schmoooove ass comes now, nahmeean?

Fall ta yo' knees n' repent if you please.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is dis dude, where is he from?
Excita comes fo' everyone.
You'll never peep his muthafuckin ass.
But yo big-ass booty is ghon taste tha fire upon yo' tongue.

Dat punk come ta make you snap outta tha state dat yo ass is in.
Looks round n' make you peep tha light again.
So much self-indulgence thangs up in dis biatch up in shattered eyes.
Predominant complacency leadz ta beguilin lies.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation bidz ta ask.

When he leaps amidst our asses wit combustizzle dance.
All shall bear tha brandin of his cold-ass thermal lance.
Cauterizin masses meltin tha fuck into one.
Only when there be a order will his thang be done.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Here his schmoooove ass comes now, nahmeean?

Fall ta yo' knees n' repent if you please.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is dis dude, where is he from?
Excita comes fo' everyone.
You'll never peep his muthafuckin ass.
But yo big-ass booty is ghon taste tha fire upon yo' tongue.

Racing' cross tha heavens, straight tha fuck into tha dawn.
Lookin like a cold-ass lil comet, slicin all up in tha morn.
Scorchin tha horizon, blazin ta tha land.
Now dat schmoooove muthafucka here amongst us, tha age of firez at hand.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter n' shit.
 
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Racing' cross tha heavens, straight tha fuck into tha dawn.
Lookin like a cold-ass lil comet, slicin all up in tha morn.
Scorchin tha horizon, blazin ta tha land.
Now dat schmoooove muthafucka here amongst us, tha age of firez at hand.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation bidz ta ask.

Everythang tha pimpin' muthafucka touches fries tha fuck into a cold-ass lil crisp.
Let his ass git close ta you, so you up in his cold-ass trip.
First you gonna smoke n' smoulder, blista up n' singe.
When ignizzle hits you, tha straight-up ass of yo' bein will cringe.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Here his schmoooove ass comes now, nahmeean?

Fall ta yo' knees n' repent if you please.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is dis dude, where is he from?
Excita comes fo' everyone.
You'll never peep his muthafuckin ass.
But yo big-ass booty is ghon taste tha fire upon yo' tongue.

Dat punk come ta make you snap outta tha state dat yo ass is in.
Looks round n' make you peep tha light again.
So much self-indulgence thangs up in dis biatch up in shattered eyes.
Predominant complacency leadz ta beguilin lies.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation bidz ta ask.

When he leaps amidst our asses wit combustizzle dance.
All shall bear tha brandin of his cold-ass thermal lance.
Cauterizin masses meltin tha fuck into one.
Only when there be a order will his thang be done.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Salvation is his cold-ass task.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Here his schmoooove ass comes now, nahmeean?

Fall ta yo' knees n' repent if you please.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is dis dude, where is he from?
Excita comes fo' everyone.
You'll never peep his muthafuckin ass.
But yo big-ass booty is ghon taste tha fire upon yo' tongue.

Racing' cross tha heavens, straight tha fuck into tha dawn.
Lookin like a cold-ass lil comet, slicin all up in tha morn.
Scorchin tha horizon, blazin ta tha land.
Now dat schmoooove muthafucka here amongst us, tha age of firez at hand.

Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter.
Stand by fo' Exciter n' shit.
It's the Lil' Wayne cover of Exciter.
 
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Da talez dat drop a rhyme of frost n' fire
Da Frost Monstreme n' tha Fire Divine
Da frost preserves n' tha fire destroys
Like pourin drizzle on tha sandz of time

I feel it burnin n' I feel tha freeze
Da frost, tha fire, it burns inside of me

Da talez dat drop a rhyme of frost n' fire
Da guardian angels n' tha demonz of night
Da juice preserves n' tha Beast will fuck wit us
Like gatherin darknizz up in tha circle of light

I feel it burnin n' I feel tha freeze
Da frost, tha fire, it burns inside of me, yeah

I feel it burnin n' I feel tha freeze
Da frost, tha fire, it burns inside of me

Da talez dat drop a rhyme of frost n' fire
Talez of all tha souls dat fell
Lyrics dat burn n' lyrics dat chill us
Like laughta kindlin up in tha ass of Hell

I feel it burnin n' I feel tha freeze
Da frost, tha fire, it burns inside of me
It burns inside of me, it burns inside of me
 
It's like a direct translation!

Rise!
Rise!

Ive gots a funky-ass bullet, wit yo' name on it
Ive gots a gun, n' I gotta bust a cap up in you
I gots a gangbangin' fire, dat burns inside
Ive gots tha fever, Ive gots tha fever, Ive gots tha fever...

Let me rap a rap deep drenched up in blood
That unites all of Europe’s sons
Let me rap bout tha werewolf up in man
Before da thug was whipped by tha chainz of heaven

Summon tha werewolf blood
Summon tha wolvez of war
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Set dem fuckin wild

When tha scourge of tha cross
Fell upon our land
They took tha occult magic of tha White man
Now up in dis age of iron when tha end is near
Da wolf it cries up fo' tha night man

Summon tha werewolf blood
Summon tha wolvez of war
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Set tha night on fire
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Set dem fuckin wild

Summon tha werewolf blood
Summon tha wolvez of war
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Set tha night on fire
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Unchain tha wolves
Set dem fuckin wild

Yo ass betta peep tha fallin of tha heavens?
Yo ass betta peep tha flamez of Satan rise?

What they want they can’t take away
They want our souls ta make our asses slaves
None ta easy as fuck when they’re fightin tha strong

We’re tha demons up in tha night
We’re tha jackals all up in tha break of light
Watch tha risin of tha tide
We’re tha wolves up in tha night

Yo ass betta peep tha fallin of tha heavens?
Yo ass betta peep tha swastika turning?
Yo ass betta peep tha ghetto burning?

So they be thinkin they can keep our asses blind
We must be aware ta survive
One spirit did not take a thugged-out dirtnap up in tha crusades
Da strength is still here todizzle
Listen ta tha echoez of yo' soul
Listen ta what tha fuck our ancestors want
It’s not dem burnin below
It’s our asses whoz ass is forced ta live up in dis Hell

Oh, tonight it rains again yo, but game it’s scarce mah playas
Don’t seek yo' trust up in fools, not yo' ludd up in whores
Watch yo' back at night n' chill wit open eyes
Da law of nature did not die
In fact it still stands

A time is comin soon
A time of sorrow n' of war
When a freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
A freshly smoked up dizzle dawns
When a freshly smoked up dizzle dawns