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Asian Dub Foundation lyrics - Fact's And Fiction

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Pagal ki na bole? Chagal ki na khai? Kuch bolo ke ni? Is there nothing that a madman won't say? Is there nothing that a goat won't eat?... Common sense- misinformation received by the common man You've been just as deceived An effect that was planned by the powers that be A most effective tool for division and rule A most effective tool for division and rule And people of different cultural persuasions start to develop hindered relations So what can be done to dissipate the friction? Gotta seperate the facts, yes the facts from the fiction. Ah , I , I don't know ..... Ah , I , I don't know ..... Ah , I , I don't know ..... But once they get get here There is no knowing what they'll get up to! All this talk about housing Just a method of arousing bad feeling Appealing to people's prejudice And then they redirect their lack of self respect Towards a visible target a visible target You seem to have forgotten that the apple has always been rotten and that black people are not the cause of your problems Black people are not the cause of your problems We're often told that this country's bursting at the seams. We're never told that there are in fact more people leaving than entering. Immigration has become synoymous with black people. Yet over sixty per cent of immigrants are white ..... Things were good in the good olden days they say Jobs in the factories ( economic slaves! ) We kept our doors open right throughout the day ( But the poverty was such That there was nothing to nick anyway! ) Black people constitute less than six per cent of the population Common sense- misinformation received By the common man You've been just as deceived An effect that was planned by the powers that be A most effective tool for division and rule A most effective tool for division and rule And people of different cultural persuasions start to develop hindered relations So what can be done to dissipate the friction? Gotta seperate the facts, yes the facts from the fiction. Enough is enough. Immigration must stop. This country's bursting at the seams. This country's going to the wogs! Oh, the Sun has got its facts wrong Hip,hip,hooray ( ?! ) The Sun has got its facts wrong and it's fucking up my day ... A race war That's what they're fighting for Rivers of blood is what they want By claiming influx, a flood or a swamp- There ain't no influx, a flood or a swamp! All this talk about housing Just a method of arousing bad feeling Appealing to people's prejudice And then they redirect their lack of self respect Towards a visible target a visible target You seem to have forgotten that the apple has always been rotten and that black people are not the cause of your problems Black people are not the cause of your problems Ah , I , I don't know ..... Ah , I , I don't know ..... Ah , I , I don't know ..... But once they get get here There is no knowing what they'll get up to! Oh, the Sun has got its facts wrong Hip,hip,hooray ( ?! ) The Sun has got its facts wrong and it's fucking up my day ... Pagal ki na bole? Chagal ki na khai? Pagal ki na bole? Chagal ki na khai?

Pay For The Piano

Dismemberment Plan "Change"
People my people -- the cat in the steeple -- and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong what I say? Senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us -- we know that they know the score, it's there at the core --always been and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice while that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell -- ring a bell -- what I say? Somebody's got to pay for the piano Somebody's got to make sure we honor everyone I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us People my people, supreme to my equal say not a word I know you're tired so am I, I could cry you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card lower your guard to unseen harm 'cos you're scarred, I can see and the people that need you say the couldn't read you you plant 'em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds so you flee -- what I say? So people my people -- the cat in the steeple -- and everyone here I know your fear like a friend -- I contend -- commandos commandettes, it wasn't a sure bet but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can It's a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice I know what I'd like and I can't say anymore: Je t'adore so break it down...

Operation

JAMIE T "Panic Prevention"
Sitting heavy in the operation and the people said they can't walk out I remember you walking in that's why you've got this door Looking lock stock on the older days my time Seems to be running away singing up songs or the rights and wrong I don't expect any more from me, oh To all the dead people especially out to Diego A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison To all the dead people especially out to Diego A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison Take your problems to the United Nations Tell old Kofi about the situation Tell him how you left the whole congregation Sitting on their own in the pews all alone Well the have ago hero shouts in the old door luck Sinning it down this sucks For the breaks of the no go zero kicking it down Don't want to raise, sing him up, give him away Have a good luck I ain't no abacas but you can count on me love To all the dead people especially out to Diego A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison To all the dead people especially out to Diego A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison Take your problems to the United Nations Tell old Kofi about the situation Tell him how you left the whole congregation Sitting on their own in the pews all alone Take your problems to the United Nations Take your problems to the United Nations Take your problems to the United Nations Tell old Kofi about the situation Is it away out of the day calling yourself back to kingdoms Is it a time singing your lines for old Broadway Time it has passed for being the last to enter the race for the future It pass so fast and fast is thin and that's why were withering So good is the bad the ugly left with your face in the morning You screamed at the back told her just jack about how you lived on the weekend So killers in the midst told you about it years before you answered The whole of the point the real today is passed and now you're finished You scream like nothing's wrong Sons of silence are in them songs Out loud for the reservation It's all thriller no filler Then a beat came up the line 3 or 4 times It's the first time you say It's all filler no thriller To the lost boys in a lost town, to the lost girls in the lost and found I'll find you out when you hit the ground Don't stop moving baby dance around x3 You scream like nothing's wrong, sons of silence are in them songs out loud for the reservation, it's a thriller no filler Then a beat came up the line, 3 or 4 times, it's the first time you say It's all filler no thriller.

Pray For Me

JOE BUDDEN "Padded Room"
Look, I woke up without a heart beat But I remember we was just in the car deep Was at a light and got approached by a car thief He pulled out but didn't ask for no car keys A loud noise without a voice but I'm tryna scream out shit is not fair I can't tell you where I'm at or how I got here Surrounded by all white maybe its just cloudy Escorted by two men who knew everything about me Both of them so strong kept saying hold on Feel like my souls gone naked no clothes on I know this can't be my fate I scream WAIT! as they drop me infront of a gate They left no trace... I can see my every breath like a cold day Stood before a man with no face he said to me... Please don't make this any harder... WHO THE FUCK IS YOU? My child I'm your father... I only got one dad! Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you Your real close to heaven, few get to step in now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in? Look I'm far from a christian Not big on religion But aint done too much wrong my entire time living Never killed never tried too tho I been lied to Was once suicidal never read the bible I always been a care taker tried to nurse people At times it back fired hurt people hurt people Plus I never use your name in vain But you should know everything I'm being asked to explain I know you stole from your mothers purse You can't count that, that was way back when! Its still a sin But I was ten! You robbed people, stole Yeah and YOU made me see jail! but I also seen you lay your hands on a female sold drugs to parents none of that was needed abandenned your child, on every girl you cheated Done wrong to people that only want the best for you Any time you thought you were alone I was next to you When it came to baby moms GOD you gave me the worse one! but that was your second child Joe you shouldn't killed the first one I aint have a job aint have a pot to piss in Look I gave you a gift and you made the wrong decision Held onto resentments even in doing business I lead by example, I teach forgiveness your entry can not be Gur-an-teed not when you live with anger, envy, greed pride, sloth, lust even gluttony everything you shouldn't if you woulda joined my company Look I'm only human I aint perfect. That I understand. When I take you out a jam you don't even think to worship, and when you do... you never talk about what you can do for me its what I can do for you? I blessed you with health, family and wealth with all the blessings you received you still always want help Yeah theres been times in my life I needed help to make money But why everything I love you manage to take from me? Yet you stand there an question a nigga that tries hard and finds a way when you keep dealing them FUCKED up cards! You make mistakes like ME far as I can see I think its a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery Gave us Busch twice God I hate to be rude But you let skinny niggas starve give obese niggas food THE NERVE of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here When you gave us drugs and GUNS you put AIDS here! Take a look at you, your actions are cold hearted The harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded I know most my actions put me in a cell But how you mad at me when you put me in the hell See my child you need gratitude, maybe just a sample I never give a person anything they cant handle Don't tell me about everything you had to go through there's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you Kept trying with you all you did was hurt me still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy and so I sat with you on a train I asked you for change you kept calling me names. Prolly didnt notice I was the store clerk, you put the gun to me get money for more work my child I know you have it in you to indeed stop this is not your final calling just a brief stop Hope you heed my words and understand so when I see you back you should be a better man look at life different the next time we see each other there be no need for talk whenever we meet each other

Give The People

EPMD "Business as Usual"
Chorus: *sung hook from an R B record* Got to give the people Give the people what they want Ladies and Gentlemen (repeat 2X) Verse One: Erick Sermon When I came out with my first rap jam I had no idea that the record would slam It did real good without radio play Maybe at night but no airplay in the day I couldn't understand why to be exact Our music was good and I was far from wack Then came the answer, commercial was the key To get airplay and a spot on TV Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo! MTV Raps A show, mainly for the black And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong But hey, what can I say (Brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay Chorus Verse Two: PMD As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle The funk tracks produced by EPMD But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks And if we let it, rap would be run by politics I read it somewhere that every man's created equal But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel Which means next time, so observe these rhymes And take a stand and go for yours cause I'm going for mine That's why I Chorus Verse Three: Erick Sermon, PMD Why is that when wrong is done by the black It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked By the press and yes, conflict is caused By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty But what about the Beatles, G, and Elvis Presley Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence So (Fight the Power) and make them understand But too much power and you might get banned So if you want airplay You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo Chorus: to fade

Black Friday Rule

FLOGGING MOLLY "Alive Behind The Green Door"
I want to believe in myself once again So I dream of a man whose hopes never end To kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you I'd give you my heart, if you gave me the truth And for every tear that is lost from an eye I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy I want to believe in a freedom that's bold But all I remember is the freedom of old Well I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane Flew all the way to California This mess in my head is a mess getting out Ya drink too much coffee, I drink too much stout But after a while, when my mouth's not so dry I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine But as darkness falls, I return to my bed Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head I've been down in this world, down and almost broken Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe I've been down in this world, down and almost broken As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule The buildings they shake but my heart it beats still Oh mother of Jesus, I feel pretty ill I want to go home where my feet both feel safe But there ain't no jobs in the old free state So I must remain in my new adopted land I'm doing the best, Hell I'm doin' all I can So next time you see me, don't ask for my name For I am the King and sure long may I reign I've been down in this world, down and almost broken Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe I've been down in this world, down and almost broken As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule I've been down in this world, down and almost broken Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe I've been down in this world, down and almost broken As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

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