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ATREYU lyrics - Suicide Notes And Butterfly Kisses

Deanne The Arsonist

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Deanne The Arsonist Coward! The next time you want to fuck me over, stab me in the front. Can I still see my future in your eyes? Or can I picture myself stone dead in your embrace? And your cruel crimson smile kills me quietly No one could have their moments free from your withering touch. Fuck off! Like you're the only one who has ever cried or been broken by love. Spare me your pity party drunk off your own misfortunes. Wallowing in your blissful melancholy. Can you taste my blood? You knew that this would kill me. But you carried on and on with your selfish shit. Everyone cared about you. Why couldn't you? Instead your greed compelled you to steal other silver linings. Burnt down my world. You killed my hope. Spread out the ash and walked away. How could you just close off your eyes? Turn tail and run! You are the greatest coward! C'mon! Damn right I'm still pissed. Next time I see your face we'll see who has the upper hand. Kiss my fist. Taste the floor. Tired of your games. Fuck off goodbye.

The Anthem

Lootpack "Soundpieces: Da Antidote!"
featuring God's Gift Intro: Madlib Hah Hahahah... From the dungeons of darkness Comes God's Gift to Hip Hop Representin' with the LP [God's Gift] We'll hit 'em hard and fast in a straight line Concentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunrise Operation sunray UV radiation First breach their outer barriers then continue penetration To their central point crushin' their nucleus Rushing their central brain command Planting a virus that expands Through your whole nervous system shutting down all communications To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's By ripping 'em apart before they even know what hit 'em Style blitz [Wild Child] Jack gets pissed off, wack MC's step up and get lost The rhythmic boss, Jack spits rhymes through my teeth like floss I bust with motivation to uplift MC's with High above controlling stratus clouds, my man God's Gift Come down, assist us, wack MC's must be reminded Get a Lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed minded To the abstract we kick, we rock all places I found out MC's aren't human cuz they got two faces They be chillin', willin', always time killin' Wack rumor spillin' while Jack be still in charge Asking me if I smoke chronic, niggas it's ironic I'm Wild Child, 80% human, 20% bionic My main occupation is to step up and rock the nation Focus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflation So if you ain't down, don't front, worry about your health Worry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self [Madlib] Hey yo, here comes the Master Don, here to renovate My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate But pass up the swine like money ya rhyme lime Madlib done told ya time and time again Find the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumental With lyrical disaster till you scream out Who's the master? I flip it up rip it up to raw addict, Crate diggin' for the static when I mad beat shop Impulse down to prestige and Black Jazz 21st Century enja got mad Record labels of the old, ill loop and take 'em out I keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shit My beat hit like a Roy Jones Jr. skit Your girl starin so now you wanna flip I rip it down to the Loot while ya yell peace While I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in pieces But at least you escaped this beast Smokin' on a cushin' leaf while ya try to bring grief [God's Gift] Now something's shaking in the palace, can't you feel the Santa Ana Switching currents and building velocity, it got's to be God's Gift and Lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricists Conductiong verbal experiments With open and imaginitive creativity Fathering styles from infancy to be lyrically Complete, grown and fully developed adults Trained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaults Also we launch all out war when we tour your area First destroying your local underground spots Rocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatres Advancing as hip hop's vocabulary leaders Hostile take-overs is our main focus As the deadliest of CDP special attack forces Basically, MC's lack division is appalling Third rate styles with the nerve to say they're vocalists Out of focus, often it's the people they run with Coupled with their own wackness, they're futureless! And keep feedin you, and feedin you... - 'Method Man' by Wu-Tang Clan *scratches and various talk to end*

Wanna Test

Lootpack "Soundpieces: Da Antidote!"
featuring God's Gift Intro: Madlib Hah Hahahah... From the dungeons of darkness Comes God's Gift to Hip Hop Representin' with the LP [God's Gift] We'll hit 'em hard and fast in a straight line Concentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunrise Operation sunray UV radiation First breach their outer barriers then continue penetration To their central point crushin' their nucleus Rushing their central brain command Planting a virus that expands Through your whole nervous system shutting down all communications To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's By ripping 'em apart before they even know what hit 'em Style blitz [Wild Child] Jack gets pissed off, wack MC's step up and get lost The rhythmic boss, Jack spits rhymes through my teeth like floss I bust with motivation to uplift MC's with High above controlling stratus clouds, my man God's Gift Come down, assist us, wack MC's must be reminded Get a Lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed minded To the abstract we kick, we rock all places I found out MC's aren't human cuz they got two faces They be chillin', willin', always time killin' Wack rumor spillin' while Jack be still in charge Asking me if I smoke chronic, niggas it's ironic I'm Wild Child, 80% human, 20% bionic My main occupation is to step up and rock the nation Focus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflation So if you ain't down, don't front, worry about your health Worry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self [Madlib] Hey yo, here comes the Master Don, here to renovate My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate But pass up the swine like money ya rhyme lime Madlib done told ya time and time again Find the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumental With lyrical disaster till you scream out Who's the master? I flip it up rip it up to raw addict, Crate diggin' for the static when I mad beat shop Impulse down to prestige and Black Jazz 21st Century enja got mad Record labels of the old, ill loop and take 'em out I keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shit My beat hit like a Roy Jones Jr. skit Your girl starin so now you wanna flip I rip it down to the Loot while ya yell peace While I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in pieces But at least you escaped this beast Smokin' on a cushin' leaf while ya try to bring grief [God's Gift] Now something's shaking in the palace, can't you feel the Santa Ana Switching currents and building velocity, it got's to be God's Gift and Lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricists Conductiong verbal experiments With open and imaginitive creativity Fathering styles from infancy to be lyrically Complete, grown and fully developed adults Trained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaults Also we launch all out war when we tour your area First destroying your local underground spots Rocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatres Advancing as hip hop's vocabulary leaders Hostile take-overs is our main focus As the deadliest of CDP special attack forces Basically, MC's lack division is appalling Third rate styles with the nerve to say they're vocalists Out of focus, often it's the people they run with Coupled with their own wackness, they're futureless! And keep feedin you, and feedin you... - 'Method Man' by Wu-Tang Clan *scratches and various talk to end*

Dangerous Gift

End Zone
The dark Fell down before my eyes Bright pictures of reality Are disappearing slowly My mortals burning glance Is harmless now The power's fading wearing off I'm so exhausted by this strength I can bring them pain to suffer I can make them kneel They will never be able to see Core of danger, seed of evil Soul destructive gift It is mine until death comes There's nothing more to argue on I doubt no more now My evil gift with all its power Stabbed in my back (Is back on me:) Through time I'm travelling Back to the moment of my past When I got mightiness And learned the secret wisdom That passion fooled me that is clear For through this evil might Inhuman life of mine Has been approaching its deadline Wilful ardour takes me slowly Devilish grin appears Go to hell with all your sweet salvation Now I crave to dive into a Flow of human tears Who can accuse me for being me This dark infernal might I won't hide I hate you all, this life, this light The time is ripe for me There comes the final stand There comes the end Get ready, fools, to meet my glance I'm opening my eyes:

Niggas Bleed

Notorious Big "Life After Death"
[Verse One:] Today's agenda Got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest If no money exchanges I got these kids in ranges Believe them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless You just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go thru If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo killins clean Slugs up in between They eyes, like True Lies Kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, yo life is on the shelf We mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank Lets get this money baby They shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies And burn em with 30 380's Then they come to kill our babies That all out I got gats that blow the wall out Clear the mall out Fuck the fallout Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me Fuckin real Here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps Brick a piece Capiche Everybody gettin cream No one considered the leech Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5 I kill em all I'll be set for life Frank pay attention These muthafuckas is henchmen Renegades, if you die they still get paid Extra probably, fuck the robbery I'm the boss Promise you won't rob em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed [Chorus:] Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein shook We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook Niggas bleed just like us Picture a nigga hidin My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin Niggas bleed just like us I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all Runnin ain't in my protocol [Verse Two:] Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tuscon, push the black Yukon Usually has the slow grooves on Mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a jooks Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats Heres a criminal Nigga made America's Most Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded Took it to trial, beat it Now he feel he undefeated He mean it Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds Everything, the game, embedded in his brain And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin Y'all know the signs [Chorus] [Verse Three:] We agreed to go shoot till we silly Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's So I freaked em The telly manager was Puerto Rican Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blaze they place, long story Glo seent my face, got shook Thought a nigga was comin for the safe Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin A jamaican, some bitches I swear They look gay In a black Range Rover Been outside all day If its trouble let me know, I'll be on my way Please I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed Nightmare, this bitch don't leave Ron, get the gasoline This spot, we bout to blow Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know Its room 112 Right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet they fate Ron pass the gasoline The nigga pass me kerosene Fuck it, its flammable My hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dred kid ejected in seconds And here come two Opposite sexes One black, one Malaysian We in the hallway waitin patient As soon as she hit the door we start blastin I saw her brains hit the floor Raw laughin I swear to God I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest Spint around, shot the chick in the breast She cryin, headshots put her to rest Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems Thats when other guests start to slip in Its time for us to get to dippin I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up Flippin, pistol grippin I know they clippin The hallway, got real loud and crowded They walked right past us I dont know how they allowed it The funny thing about it Through all the excitement They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant Stupid motherfuckers

Straight Spittin

Flipmode Squad "The Imperial"
Straight Spittin' Flipmode Squad _The_Imperial_ Rampage I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, Agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine I'm a show you easily for me to take mines Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme Put you in a pine box You and your whole family's on detox Hustlin crack for Reeboks Holy socks, cut you with my ox Rampage got the city locked and your function, to the Flat Bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin Baby Sham Baby Sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3 , Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff As I speak the shit to put my name on the list The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck) QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note Swallowed these then cleared your throat Bitch ass, you should have spoke Busta Rhymes *GIMMIE AN F* Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun Fuck where you from *GIMMIE AN L* Layin on beaches, killin all leeches Love to break a liar face Pick up the pieces, yo *GIMMIE AN I* Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense *GIMMIE A P* Powerful professional Poppin my pistol Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls *GIMMIE AN M* Master of all missions Maker of decisions Head on collisions Massacre the meat rack, ask the women *GIMMIE AN O* Got niggas open, open heart surgery Rhyme so official, overthrow governments Shit is nursery *GIMMIE A D* Diggin my dick all inside your chick Dominate the heavyweight division Rhymin district *GIMMIE AN E* Everlasting slang Eternal ebonics Lyrical e-mail Stabalize livin in all my economics *SQUAD* Group of men, women Unified force Squadron Movin like one in unison Beg your pardon Rah Digga What they call me A hundred on a Harley Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp) Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol Official stand, hold it down in Trent Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed Yeah that's the way it is Like when a kid get chirstened Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after Spliff Starr Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one Yo, I see you in the () portayin like you a thug Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug You You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter Fatman son, wilted grandson, () nephew, Frank the cousin --MORE--(82%) *Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, come on* Bust my gun, like Columbians Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs Lord Have Mercy Better obey the laws of the land Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam Closed coffin with flags folded in half Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul ID's controlled in the optical frame Never stoppin the game Remove your squad with steady plans I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm *Straight spittin...word is bond...Flip Mode Squad...Striaght Spittin...Lyrical Ass Whippin...We straight Spittin....*

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