ARCHIVE lyrics - With Us Until You're Dead

Violently

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Who the fuck Who the fuck is anything You wore me down Mentally Gonna wear you down Physically Amputate your soul There's a picture in my mouth Quietly fucked Quietly gone Quietly fucked Quietly gone Reality of this Shy away from this Demonic presence hanging over me Poison venoms hanging over me Forcing venom taking over me Splitting veins its hanging over Hanging over Hanging over Who the fuck Who the fuck is anything I'm buried now Burning deep Underground It died in me It died in me It died in me So violently Who the fuck is anything You broke me down Mentally Gonna take you down Violently So violently So violently I'm mentally fucked When I close my eyes I think of how you died Died in me So violently Love to close my eyes Remember how you died Died in me So violently Quietly Quietly Quietly Gone

Martyrs

MICK JENKINS "The Water[s]"
Shorty told me that she do not do the fakes Same bitch got weave My nigga mow the lawn it's too many snakes That's the same shit that got Eve What you ain't never seen a nigga on a Horse? You ain't seen chief keef new Porsche? Naw you ain't seen shit yet Betta not forget that spit it like I chain smoke Newports All the little niggas got guns now And they carry them to the fucking beat All these little girls give it up now shame I could see the cherry stems in the fucking street Niggas aim too high to leave the lows Niggas hang too high to see the lows Niggas ain't Niggas ain't really listening let me break it down for you Just before you forgot about him Overlooked Or started doubting I douse it with the flow and started talking all this water shit it's like I started drowning In truth The thought is pounding I started counting the loopholes in they stories that they tell us Every evening at like 10 when Judy suu is on yo tv Tellin Songs in the key of life, you was on yo Stevie I pray it's never to preachy but I'm preaching Losing hella blood these fuck niggas leechin Why you reachin I'm like 6'5 Stop it We are not on the same a plateau Chateau de Chenonceau You just throwing shade in my shadow Ginger ale in my Chalice I never been champagne shallow I'd never run from a battle I'd rather hang from the gallows For I let a stray bullet catch a nigga on the nine! Trey 8 pullin 0-9 kwame brown if a nigga act foul then we put em on the line It's a shame that's the game on these young niggas minds like I'm a get all this money I'm a buy all this shit I'm a fuck so many hoes Nigga I'm a fuck yo bitch I'm just with my niggas I'm a get all this money I'm a buy all this shit I'm a fuck so many hoes Nigga I'm a fuck yo bitch I'm just with my niggas hanging Hanging I'm just with my niggas hanging Hanging Hanging on for dear life For the love of the money Hanging on for dear life Don't that shit sound funny Hanging on for dear life For the love of the gold Hanging on for dear life Don't that shit feel cold? I'm a get all this money I'm a buy all this shit I'm a fuck so many hoes Nigga I'm a fuck yo bitch I'm just with my niggas I'm a get all this money I'm a buy all this shit I'm a fuck so many hoes Nigga I'm a fuck yo bitch I'm just with my niggas hanging Hanging I'm just with my niggas hanging Hanging

Brand New Car

ACTION BRONSON "Mr. Wonderful"
I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar Welcome, everybody Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography And I know she only want me for my guap-ery (Ahem... let me get my voice right Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4) It's the first time ever Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins Since Jeter's done I'm now the captain Trust you me, Gotham's safer now But there's always a new joker in town Ready to smoke you with that pound But when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs He must be up and off the molly tab I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin My need for speed made the Jag spin Dog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs Overseas I prolly got mad kids That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby I'm still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? Fuck it Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin' Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me 100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge In goal line situations I'll tackle The Fridge Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka It's Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah Out with the, ah! I can't even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me? I'm ashamed of myself, I'm sorry

In The Zone

AKINYELE
[Verse 1: Akinyele] I swing swords like musketeers, the gun blaze Lay you down like wave, when you brushin your hair I don't care who you are and get, go tell, Ak-nel Been on every record la-bel, CEO's know that I dead Presidents like Lee Harvey Os-well Look what they did to Prazwell, put together the Fugees You see how they (Doo) like (Scooby) But Ak truly use dem for, dey use me Money to make, Spongecake like Suzy Fool I spill [?] like Lucy - these hot and double slugs make your blood boil and bubble like jacuzzis Nigga I did Biz like Cool V Get it, Biz and Cool V The dude who used to spin for Markie God you small like yawkies[?] fuck the car keys You frail I trail you home like RV's Automatic Desert Eagle haunt me Cause I keep static, like walkie talkies Go to studio with my love, just to talk As my voice skate on the board like Tony Hawk [Chorus] Ak, ak, come the fuck on [scratched:] "let me set you straight" I put rappers and singers in they place [scratch:] "that's right" Smack fire out ya ass "Sorry if my loud crude vulgar voice is givin you a headache!" [Verse 2: Akinyele] The real rhyme sayer, that gotta spray ya This dude been rude since Ice Cube used to wear, activator Who the fuck you wanna be, "Boyz N the Hood" Nowadays kids grow up, wantin to be Suge But fuck that, buck that, real rap, come back Clik-clak, and stick yo' ass like thumbtacks Nevermind where my slugs at, I'm finnin to have your head spinnin down the street, like a hubcap My gat clap, like pitty-pat, fuck a Smith & Wes I pack a Funk Flex, cause I bust (Big Kaps) I lay you nigs flat My AK spray at your toupee, and push your wig back I got lyrics as soon as you hear it It sound sick and psychotic, you be like Ak still got it I'm exotic, I'm dope like narcotic Thoughts so ripe they feedin me antibiotics The world hottest, they say I'm a little too modest cause I walk holdin my balls like the Globetrotters [Chorus] You think you can hang with Ak? Ha, come the fuck on [scratched:] "let me set you straight" I put rappers and singers in they place [scratch:] "that's right" Smack fire out ya ass That's what you get if you step to the Ak [two loud explosions] [scratched:] "blown to bits" [scratched:] "blown to bits" [Verse 3: Akinyele] Let's go, yo You don't want no part of, you soft like Jimmy carter I'm big like Nell Carter Slam yo' ass like Vince Carter, you want harder? I, part your head like a barber Bomb yo' ass like Pearl Harbor Slaughter throw ya body in the water You want harder? I'll, straight, slaughter your daughter Make your Dame Dash like Shawn Carter Fuckin jet like a charter You want harder? I dress harder I wear a baseball bat cause I'm a troublemaker real starter Niggaz is fish like tartar, you want harder? I, go to Atlanta bust yo' ass like the martyr/Mardi Twentyfive to life for four bodies, fourth quarter You want harder? There's no harder I'm the hardest, rap artist, yo regardless shit if you a gold or platinum artist My mac-10 stick men like the (Midnight Marauders) Get it? Stic men, album cover, "Midnight Marauders" Split your coconut, like pina coladas, yeah Come the fuck on

Death March

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Virtuoso] I'm omnipotent You claim to win battles So when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart Severing every animal I'm doing dirt like earthworms I'm sick and original Boy, I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate To make your lips evaporate The Master Ape Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eight, sack of shake Twisted in plasma tape I came for y'all through the castle gate I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ??????? So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate Telling 7L to sratch a plate In due for respect I slap your face Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blade sharpness Ranked in no class like Marxist The heartless Rise out of darkness I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flicks Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Ikon the Hologram] We ravenous Exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous We bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots A pine box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles [Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't shit changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherfucker in after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Grab a fourty fo' for the po's Get your broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My world hypothesis Kill beasts like heart disease Man please You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl My rap skills will thrash you Motherfucker

Coma

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
We now present to you...music *cut up* Music to make you stutter [Aesop Rock] I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints God shit the planet screaming What on Earth is that? I sit back five dimensions Only to muscle the overcooked specimen Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets All hail Mary and hello dollies! I flow ridiculous, indigenous to now Who holds the fifth golden ticket? Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the pickets The house next door to when the stickball clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan shadow Suck and rust the oxygen gulps And spit the metal directly back up the barrel We icegrill the silhouettes (right) The common decency factors a lowball estimate of zero My testament is striking b-boy stances Dancing past the foggy mirror With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit I'm at six degrees of sexy sarcasm Yeah never swam up inside summerjam classic Under the bed backwards bastard Scaverning the carnival grounds for an outlet WHO THE FUCK IS AES ROCK? I'm not a name to keep at arms length Adjacent to little ? quilt makeshift Sick security mechanism, check your mission I am not a vision, check your mission Just a simple sourpatch delinquent No it will not help you shove your Lincoln [Chorus] 2x I alone settle I alone peddle in the mud I alone, I condone rebel zone planting I alone stand in a social coma All up to your dome, follow I alone Now you see me, now you don't [Method Man] *Scratches* [Aesop Rock] Well he was maverick enough but still scraped up Taki 183 innovation for the kids Brick foot ironlung honor Escape through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber Without a care inside from posting the roster Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed feelings Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster modules This nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins (More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide them Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection (FLASH FLOODER!) You're a fuckin wind-up toy A goddamn four string criminal trading card The reason they decorate the fonts of closing credits To boost on-looker amusement after fading hard Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar The action, we all compete the masked illusion The commonfolk, I provoke em all Challenge thirty balance I alone pour talent while they fidget If the revolution ain't gon' be televised Then fuck, I'll probably miss it Chorus 2x

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