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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Fast Cars, Danger, Fire And Knives

Holy Smokes

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well, they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'til break fluid sewage crippled up the get retarded nickle punks. slowly cope, but swore his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the holy ghost. holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kidddy porn dungeon, guns, and 3 fingers for your daughters caught up belly up. antinque nazi paraphernalia. you cannot pay your bills with holy water and hail mary luck. shucks, fucker, enjoy the alcatraz shower fun and mommy's mad i'm cliche generation x agnostic front. it ain't the nifty faith of 1958 before the new new testament approved alter boy fisting rape and take me to your leader, long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver. call me crayzy but i'd bet that wasn't god's demeanor. sodometer peaking. but long island was jesus every weekend, spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing of a middle pennsylvania shit hole where elder's movement stressed a stellar therapeutic bible cycle. one church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much more. so the two move to new york, made babies raised on what they saw. christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy, but immaculate conception came second to playful goodies. like laser tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags and manger staff as long as santa ate the cookies. grandpa was a saint while he'd paint with snakes and bullies, said 'if only you'd memorize your prayers like you did kool g.' see by the time i's old enough to know what religion was, i's catholicism numb and truly didn't give a fuck. '94 moved out the crib and ain't seen a steeple since, while knievel evil seeps in the christian leader pitch. 'til priest lap slapped with parental advisory warnings, i'll be auditioning gods in my office on monday morning. [chorus] uh-oh, and yet another pill slip down the hatch. it patch him through the kill switch. i need a couple a's and q's. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused. just a little bruised in the back of the pews, acting amused with a mask on them vatican blues, for in the eyes of the organization i was raised in, aes is just another sinning brick in hell's basement. cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapist. for what? drugs and fucking is part of growing up. like cuffs over dumb shit is better than schools. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused. just lit fuse in the back of the pews watching a thousand flavors of the same god feud. i figure ultimate peace is the common theme, so it's a no-brainer peace when the blood hit the screen. i got a basic good and evil sensibility born. good neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns. i'm more science than faith, i'm more karma then bread and booze. i'm not an asshole, i'm just a little confused.

Superb**ch

JT Money "Blood Sweat and Years"
[Verse 1] She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker Other hoes can't touch her Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby Doin' every damn thing for J, baby And she luv to see a nigga on top Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread Call her Superbitch, love nice shit All the high price shit, the golden ice shit Wit the game to mack, no strings attached Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had All the money that she make, it be comin' to me And that's the version of the ideal woman to me Oh, you don't know? [Chorus] She's a Superbitch, a Superho 'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go She's a Superbitch, a Superho 'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh? Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh? And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh? You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right [Verse 2] She's a hood thang wit some good thangs Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit Cuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go get She's a polite assassin, always classy Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy Female rider, keep the heat inside Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver She is J's baby, number one lady Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ??? All the money that she make, be comin' to me And that's the version of the ideal woman to me Oh, you don't know? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Who dat chick? Down to do that shit A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt But until he done testified up in the court session And answered every question wit not to my recollection Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch If you insist, I show you how real it can get Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this Cuz I'm... [Chorus] [repeat until fade]

Holy Thunderforce

Rhapsody "Dawn of Victory"
Face me evil bastards, smell the hate of angels Glory, pride and bloodshed Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom mix of dust and bones Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall but your heads will soon roll Test the blade of heroes, fury of the thunder hit my golden shield So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce Arwald and Aresius with the nordic warrior on their way to Hargor Chaos and oblivion, turmoil and disorder will have now their name The last fallen heroes will defeat your forces Thousands spirits calling On the furthest mountain I will see your fire quenched by holy frost! So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce Face me evil bastards, smell the hate of angels Glory, pride and bloodshed Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom mix of dust and bones Go back to your abyss, Algalord will not fall but your heads will soon roll Test the blade of heroes, fury of the thunder hit my golden shield So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat the evil enemies And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of holy thunderforce

Gang's All Here

Heltah Skeltah "Magnum Force"
[Thunderfoot] Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [Illa Noyz] I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal [Steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, S-T got seniority Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree (Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [Doc Holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [Lidu Rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the fuck y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's Lidu Rock [Rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll fuck you up like Henny and Remmy ?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream gimme To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop fuckin askin me why Ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back (Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [Rustee Jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa Cartel-N-MFC in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [Supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O [Tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an IRS audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's [Starang] Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William H. is the name, MFC's the click Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit (Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over) [Ruck] SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys Fuckin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin gauge son Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that You fuckin wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my Lex at [Buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the OGC I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothafucker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [Rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [Louieville Sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said come clean So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say you back up on your duty ? Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like Marv, I'm on the job First rob and ?slug? mothafuckers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja Ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end]

Ancient Prophecy

Mortification "Scrolls Of The Megilloth"
Behold the ancient scripture brought forth a prophecy Revealed in the testament of old for all mankind to see The prophet Isaiah foretold long ago The coming of a man who would heal their land He assumed a servents nature written in Isaiah 53 He grew in wisdom and stature Healed many and set them free Torment and pain gripped the land Desperation of release grew strong The prophet saw the time was near Impending deliverance for which they longed The prophet Isaiah foretold long ago Bloodied crucifixion would bring forth redemption Behold the prophecy revealed before you Testifies of blood spilt from butchered arteries Mangled beyond human likeness Shredded meat hanging from his skeletal cage This Blood spraying from a mass of twisted flesh Brings forth redemption to partake you must receive Do it now before you die or pay the price Make a step toward God or be destroyed Surely He hath borne our griefs, weakness and distress And carried our sorrows and pain Yet we ignorantly considered Him stricken Smitten by God and afflicted But He was wounded for our transgressions He was bruised for our guilt and iniquities The chastisement needed to obtain peace and well-being For us was upon Him and with the lashings and torment That butchered Him we are healed and made complete He assumed a servants nature written in Isaiah 53 He grew in wisdom and stature Healed many and set them free Ancient writings formed on parchment conceived Beyond the realm of time Fulfillment yet to be achieved time Unfolds to reveal completion The prophet Isaiah foretold long ago Blood justification Spiritual completion This Blood spraying from a mass of twisted flesh Brings forth redemption to partake you must receive Do it now before you die or pay the price Make a step toward God or be destroyed [Isaiah 53:4-5]

Thug Niggas Don't Live That Long

TRICK DADDY "Intro"
You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone they'll be dead and gone But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home (I'll be waiting for you) I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught 2 freaks is in the jungle now I'm taking care of mama now My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out I got you bobbin' to this real shit So reason why a nigga kill shit That's how it is shit See papa was a rolling stone He left mama alone She raised us on her own Them bitches curious Why I'm soo motherfucking serious Hard times got me pumped up and furious I want y'all to free all my dogs Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls Call me the butcherman I take my beef straight to the man I put it so only thug niggas understand Keep bitches out your game get paid Just remember and respect what the old girl said Chorus I got some niggas on the other side One day I got to take a ride And let them know I still represent the Southside No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood Big ends steering wheel made of wood I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk Who gon die next Who mama gon' cry next Who sister get to wear the black dress That's how we living though Dead and gone before he twenty-four Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though As I continue with this thug shit With all this blood and shit But all us thug niggas love this For the love of greed and riches But money don't need no bitches So I'm killin' all snitches Chorus I'm doing this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs Yes sir (repeat 2x) If I was a hundred dollar bill I'd make you niggas kill for me Go to prison do about a hundred years for me Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me Just to pay a bitch bills with me I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts You see it be them same niggas 'Cause coochie ass lame niggas (Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga Now picture me as a killer Young black dope dealer I'm doing this one for my niggas Who ride for this Who even lost they life for this And them niggas who survivin this They don't live that long Chorus 2x Thug niggas don't live that long

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