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BUILT TO SPILL lyrics - Ultimate Alternative Wavers

Lie For A Lie

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I can see a storm awaiting Quietly anticipating Don't deny, it no debating A lie for a lie A truth for a truth Cruel, but everybody does it I thought by now I'd rise above it You complain but don't discuss it A lie for a lie A truth for a truth I know the thoughts are on your brain And even if they're not the same Close enough so don't explain A lie for a lie A truth for a truth Once in a while there's this girl I don't know in my dreams She reminds me of alot of people She's someone that I've never seen And she's perfect 'Kay begin... ...some inaudible screaming

Sacrifice

THE ROOTS
[Verse One: Black Thought] Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness Grown man tactics, no pediatrics the kind of track that make the comeback miraculous the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level-headed throughbred, the female's passion Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin' The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin' Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin' But if I go to heaven, would y'all know my name or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening My spit take critical political action The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction And every word that's understood is a transaction I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder Paris, France to Tip and Tioga How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya [Chorus: Black Thought & Nelly Furtado] I tell you one lesson I learned If you want to reach something in life You ain't gonna get it unless You give a little bit of sacrifice Ooohh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry You need a heart that's filled with music If you use it you can fly If you want to be high [Verse Two: Black Thought] Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block My name Black, the style is unorthodox It tap chins in your mens 'til you thought could box A couple of people wanted Thought to stop, but guess what? My man grab the missile, plug for the gut Now next time beatty stop being such a glut I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts We up close on 'em with toast but no crust It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust Choke on your face you jewels is lacklust Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up Came close to the upmost but no cigar Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars The number one runner with the number one drummer Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder Come on [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Your first impression might be I'm a asshole Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle Or try to suntouch and put the heat in the capsule Dog I'm far deeper than that though; I get in the zone Recognize I'm a rolling stone No time to lollygag or lounge with scaliwags Give me the disc or I put it where your body at Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way I read an open booklet inside me The star of the story that groove teller got me Through all the dark times part of the business The light be contingent on small forensics My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant It's true so the crew gon' sense it I get in the zone [Chorus x3] The fact of the matter is a matter of fact....

Five Years

PLACEBO
( David Bowie Cover / Live @ Traffic Music 27.02.2004 ) Pushing thru the market square So many mothers sighing News had just come over We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us He said 'earth was really dying' Cried so much his face was wet Then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies There were boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people And all the tall-short people And all the nobody people And all the somebody people Never thought I'd need so many people A girl my age went off her head Hit some tiny children If the black hadn't a-pulled her off And I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken armfixed His stare to the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that Well, I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine Don't think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I miss you, you're beautiful We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got Five years.

My Old Thang

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
[Intro:] Mean girl It reminds me that you know Mean girl It reminds me that you know Yea, I'm a be straight forward with this one baby I'm gon cut no corners Might as well get this out the way [Verse 1:] It's like every other day or night You on that Don King shit, tryna start a fight I gave you things that you never seen in yo life You left in my grains, I couldn't sleep right I just wanted to keep gifts on your dresser You just wanted to raise my fuckin blood pressure I put you on with things like Alexandra Wang Crocodile handbags, I showed you other lanes Now I heard you with a ball playa Tell him I ain't mad at all playa They say one man's trash is another man's treasure But it's still trash though I know I'm an asshole but you don't really wanna hear what I think of your ass hoe I'll give you a pass though Throwing dirt on my name, hoping that it spread out Same girls you throwing dirt too thirsty when the club night out [Hook:] Thought I found love, got my soul changed I'm on some new shit, fuck all my old thing I got a new attitude like Patty And a new bad bitch to call me daddy Thought I found love, got my soul changed I'm on some new shit, fuck my old thing [Verse 2:] They say it ain't no sunshine when she's gone But what if it wasn't no sunshine when she was dead My mom said she bumped into you last week I told er might sound odd but I don't even care No multiple choice but baby check me out I got a new girl better than the devil's child She got her own house, her own BM Dub And she don't be all groupied out, when she out up in them clubs Real nigga, til the end of my days Hell yea, I meant my feelings bitch, I feel played I'm a hustler, you had me looking like a sucker So I say this with all of my heart, motherfuck ya I was your ladder, you was just another girl I made you matter I would wish you the best but honestly I don't So catch amnesia next time you think bout hittin my phone [Hook:] Thought I found love, got my soul changed I'm on some new shit, fuck all my old thing I got a new attitude like Patty And a new bad bitch to call me daddy Thought I found love, got my soul changed I'm on some new shit, fuck my old thing [Outro:] Mean girl It reminds me that you know Mean girl It reminds me that you know Real talk tho Mean girl It reminds me that you know Mean girl It reminds me that you know

Ghetto Thang

DE LA SOUL "3 Feet High And Rising"
POS: (Mary had a little lamb) That's a fib, she had two twins though And one crib Now she's only fourteen, what a start But this effect is ground common in these parts Now life in this world can be such a bitch And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch Negative's the attitude that runs the show When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O DOVE: Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk Infested are the halls, also the brains Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown The kids are all alone 'Cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) POS: Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule This title is sought by the coolest fool Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs Attention in the largest span and loves to lead Always found at the jams, but never dance Just provoke violence due to one glance The future plays no matter, just the present flow When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O DOVE: Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain against the wall To hide or just erase the glowing note Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents and record well For this is where we stand, for the True tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold The truth they never told 'Cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) POS: Do people really wish when they blow Out the cake candles, and if so Is it for the sunken truth which could arise From out the characters in which the ghetto hides Roses in the ring supply their shown relief Granted it's planted by their shown belief Kill and feed off your own brother man Has quickly been adopted as the master plan Posses of our people has yet to provoke Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke What causes this defect, I don't know Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) Standing in the rain is nothing felt When problems hold more value, but never dealt with Buildings crumbling to the ground Impact noise is silent sound But who's the one to say this life is wrong When ghetto life is chosen strong We seem to be misled about our dreams But dreams ain't what it seem When it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)

Just Dreaming

Crematory
The Fruits Of Ill Virtue Some people make a habit of sucking livelihood out of their fellow humans. Everything they have is a profit gained at the expense of their peoples misfortune. This song is about these people. Andy A Serenade For The Tragic Your feelings interface totally with your actions. Ruled by your emotions and intermost desires, you live a life both catastrophic and divine. Mark Suffer The Shadows One look back; one regrets; and consequently one dies... beautiful it isn't. Andy The Way Of All Flesh This is the song about emotional union; about understanding; and above all, about loving someone. Andy Chinese Whispers If there is truth at the heart of mankind's beliefs, then the passage of thousands of yearly surely have hidden it behind error, rumour and misunderstanding. Strip away the layers of confusion and you shall find the truth. Mark Soon Ripe, Soon Rotten We never listen and so we'll never learn. Society, the apple of our eyes, is rotten to the core and is ripe for disposal in a universal garbage bag. Andy Gather The Shattered A person takes an act that disintegrates him, thought by thought, down to a primal level. As he then pieces his mind back together, he hopes that both his mind and his soul will be the better for it. Mark My Soul Frayed Bare This about loving someone. Mark

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