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Conflict lyrics

The Ungovernable Force

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Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation. Fuck off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing! Eat bricks you hed up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, 'stay in place or get it' I'd think again to save your skin,'cos if you come to close You'll fucking regret it, you whine on all the hell you like Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas, the batons, the water cannon The more you oppress the more we'll resist Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knockin' at your door You've seen nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel the lions claw Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower When the time Is right you'll get the fight that will totally test your power Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know can easilt be beaten To maintain the Image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position You might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll never get our obedience You can batter, beat us, even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat us Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Totteham...St. Pauls...Hansworth... Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation What revolution, this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through to them. Confrontations, escalating violations of the law Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure to mean Them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor We will win 'cos we have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever They've got the guns, but we've got the numbers


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
We now present to *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

Eazy Chapter 8 Verse 10

EAZY-E "Eazy-Duz-It"
(Alright Go) This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads Its time to put some niggaz in check When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject Catch'em they get used as evidence Only when they get brushed for finger prints You ask Why am I like this Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting. Lets recreate a drive by shooting More brothers in a car blocks away Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK They roll thru to a line of nigga's It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured Go around tha corner come back real slow Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA) Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds 3 dead cuz Compton is scanless. I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen) daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa (You will now witness tha sound of )(We will now pass around tha hat) (thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no it aint

What Goes Around Ft. Lloyd Banks

[50 Cent] G-Unit haha [Lloyd Banks] I dont know where you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict don't come outside Get your hands on a gun Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1 I'm hear talkin' to the street now That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown You still strugglin down to your last rock G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot You thought you wouldn't hear my voice I'm in the hood cause I'm hood You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime Becardi in a party, you sorry I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste She look like she took a bag of flour in the face You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Lloyd Banks] My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire The 2003 McGwire, until I retire My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates I got enough 16's to battle 2 states I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J Armed with a new K So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday My charm get it usually You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps Start your career from the back of a milk carton Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier In my upbring we wore the same socks And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops [Chorus] [50 Cent] Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...

Witch's Invitation

Carman "Revival In The Land"
One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox the strangest looking letter I'd ever seen, a chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats, and serpents whose eyes were tinted green. The letter was addressed to me so as I opened it I froze. What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue. It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz. I'm a male witch, a warlock and I feel I need to spend some time with you.' Now as a Christian from a little church with God's call on my life, a man of faith and power with a challenge to grow I did what any saint would do in my situation. I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I'm gonna go.' Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke and reminded me we're God's voice to our nation. It's the church's responsibility to witness, so reluctantly I accepted this witch's invitation. He had the house you'd expect, the old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm Street' special right to the core, the overgrown ivy, the gate that creaked when opened, somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door. The doorbell rang, a hollow gong, the knob twisted then opened, and Isaac stood before me with a grin. His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed with his black silk clothes. My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in.' His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom; Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs, a Ouija board and dungeons and dragons game set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine. Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea. Its presence caused my memory to jog...I thought of every horror flick I'd seen when I was a kid and thought if you drink this stuff next day you'll be a frog. Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously began to unfold his scenario with evil patience. I was given a giant leather bound book jammed with newspaper clipping, thus the reason for this witch's invitation. With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride. He said, 'I healed this woman through a Babylonian chant; See this man, I cured him while performing druid worship; I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt.' On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour without a breath. He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding of the dark regions that I can make you rich or even curse someone to death?' I sat literally intimidated by the immensity in demon power while his face shone with a satanic arrogant bliss. Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair and leaning into my face he said, 'What can your God do to compete with this?' I knew then how Moses felt, how when his rod turned to a serpent and the three Egyptian magicians did the same. It's as if you're sitting there in that stunned moment while your faith get violated and all you feel is weak, powerless and lame. I desperately and deeply prayed saying, 'Jesus give me wisdom - I don't want to put you through some foolish test. Then a shaft of light shot through my soul lighting my eyes with fire. God stood me up and I threw the book back in his chest. I said 'Isaac, I'll not compare God's miracles versus Satan's - the issue's not God's kingdom and Satan's lair. The real comparison is the condition of your soul and the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil, that I will compare. My friend, one day they're coming for you - the soft associates in your incantations - the friendly demons you think you now control. The time will come when you'll be lying in bed wheezing like a dying animal and those spirits lay claim to the rights they own to your soul.' 'Then the room will grow dark, and the most hideous evil faces will come flaming out of the floor with a yell! The vile informants that promised reincarnation will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to hell!' Then I grabbed the book and said, 'In that moment which mantra, which incantation you gonna chant to tell them to leave you alone? My friend, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I would say...'I'm bought with the blood of Jesus! Let me go!' ' I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap, you gloated with a sinister victory. You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white. Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons are subject to Jesus, but that my name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life!' Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed, 'You must leave now!' I said, 'I will, but one last obligation - Next time think twice before you rumble with a man of God!!! And by the way thanks for your.. uhh... witch's invitation.

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

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