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DEAD KENNEDYS lyrics - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death

Night Of The Living Rednecks

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Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time. I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, 'Hey, faggot,' and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, 'Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's' I said, 'I don't know' and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, 'We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker.' So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, 'We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot.' I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, 'Oh, look at him, he's insane.' I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, 'Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now.' They said, 'Alright, faggot, we're calling the police.' So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, 'Get out of there, you,' throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, 'Now what happened here It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first' So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah, ace in the hole, and they go, 'Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him.' So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh Tolerent Oregon Ray, are you done with your guitar yet He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.

Wings Of The Morning (Dynamic Duo Mix)

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Intro: Capleton] And so great is a man goin to be praised Selassie I everytime I say Jah shall execute judgment and justice and none shall escape, what me say Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say [Chorus:] Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I Flying on the income must fall to the sea There is no escape from his Majesty [Verse One:] A long time he a tell you bout the duttie square breed A long time he a tell you bout the brutality A long time he a tell you bout the him fantasy But why yo, boat men shan manakhe But why yo, a-bout the black he body But why yo, I vote with equality But why yo, a-bout Marcus Garvey We there yo, I feel love his Majesty Selassie I, soul that kept me Selassie I, for I the trinity A ex amount of cation been dumped onto me No stop from wicked them no stop from flee Ah nowhere to run and there is no void [Chorus] [Verse Two: Method Man] Here come that rudebwoy shit, criminology lefit Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I We can all get by if we unify Gettin chinky eye off the stimuli, blazin the gun And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut On these New York streets like baby what Anything can happen, it usually does I'm from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion Everything is real ain't nuttin fronted Down a fake rapper haveta bungee He's in it for the munties, M-O-N-E-Y But you can't take it witcha when you die, Selassie high [Verse Three: Capleton] If you put-ta on de wings and tempt to exit Then no conjure Christ and none gone bullshit Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks Half the people dem a turn and half the people dem a twist Now shoot dem, another ear-trick done perish Get M some 16 and some rusty-matic After the whole of them from gone then push up them fists Leave the ship them a strip, you must get punish Go ahead, speed up your judgment, stand up boy boy [Chorus] So ahh, and one of these day When you hear a boy faint then uhh Where you gonna run too, ohhhh woyyyy I said they gonna run to the rock and mountain but they will be no rock, no rock They're gonna run to the rocks and mountain but they will be no rock, so what we say [Verse Four: Method Man] Wu-Tang Clan's in the area, Capleton's in the area We got Shaolin in the area Big up yourself black man, my brothers Hell is the plan for the other, discover, discover, discover, c'mon, c'mon New lands for you man and your family Reminesce on back in the days, can it be it was all so simple then, we all kin And black-skinned, original Don set the trend Let's be men, if not for us, then for the babies The little ones the revolution has now begun (Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I!!) [Outro: Method Man] Now, owwww, everybody Get in where you fit in For nine-five, the nine-nickel Cold as an icicle, Method Man Capleton, representing Dynamic Duo on the track

I.C.U

GOODIE MOB "World Party"
hook I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4) (Khujo) Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock Go in your socks, confiscate your knot Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks And your watch Can't wait until you come through One more 'gain so they can empty your bins Check your chin, don't try and be my friend Get close and then attempt to do me in Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut Huh Can't touch We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody Cause we motherfucking grown men hook (x2) (T-Mo) Whats on your mind at this time Chilling fine, sip back on wine Everything dope and scoping mine Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate No catching guard presence in Southwest And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop Never gonna change, try to stay focused Still running with the same crew since 82' All I gotta do to convince kids is say you'll all get big too hook (x2) (Big Gipp) How you doing miss thang Better yet should I say miss queen I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off Your smelling classic baby I'd like to hold it snug Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club I be 'bout strictly business I make it better, get it better than the last dude Where I hang ain't no drama momma I reserved the bed behind the curtains Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ hook (Cee-Lo) Sugarpie... You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and I'm interested But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn' Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me But I'm only staring cause I like what I see But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love Maybe next life-time you'll be free hook

Hood In Me

THE JACKA
I-pod in my ride Ain't no headsets Your girl in the front seat givin me head sex My nigs in the backseat yellin out he's next We be in the pjects eatin like trex Smokin kush heavy Never seen no sets Till I left the west the greatest alive But u ain't seen my best I ain't reach my gold yet But you still upset You know my face niga You know my silloutte You know why I'm here The real niga's champ The real world love the j cause I'm born to rap He got a punch line or two but he ain't for jac When I was poor nigas left me hanging like a bat Only got it night time with a jawfull of crack Crack spittage and all Go hard at the trap drug dealer fa sho And how I carry myself is really starting to show So I married the life, keep the shit on the low Know what I'm sayin [Chorus:] It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Clearly it's what's making me strong Clearly it's what's makin me stay Livin life in the cadillac drinkin purple sippin yak Caught up in this life got this rap shit on my back If you see my life yeah crown ya boy for living that Brought up in a house full of mice and them insects Seen it all done it all cutty I've been that Niga that you see add jack to your friends list Never get enough of me I was sent here to lead Bukin the hard times Follow allah times I'm ready to die tryin I was in the range steady dreamin the blood flyin They say they better than jac them nigas lyin They wish they was high as I am All the time hatin on me Boy they never shine [Chorus] 100 racks gotta nigga feelin amped as fuck Smackin messy marv smokin like "that's whatsup" Wasn't at the liquor store holdin it up Made em gimme all they scrill then I opened his guts I was thinkin bout my kids they future n growin up I was thinking bout the years for court I'm never showing up I'll never see my nigas again I'm on the grind It ain't never been easy is what they tell me It'll never be either Smokin tree to take a breather With the felons We hella deep but we ain't chillin Everybody sellin d and it's all in front of children Shoot outs everyday chips fallin from my building At the same time it's the place that I live in So I send my grace for everytaste when I'm eatin The streets got me fresh mother fuckers think I'm cheating I'm a king who ain't never been beatin of all time I suggest you fall back close your eyes and relax Before you leave the scrape with your brains in your lap [Chorus]

Hive

311 "311"
Coming like a nightmare word like I'm gonna go for it Fuckin' around what yagot to show for it Let it be know that I'm in the zone And whatever I need Ijust pick up the phone 'Cuz I'm true with it and you're new with it I just swingthe thing and then I'm through with it I don't need friends to act like foes 'Cuz I'm Nick Hexum the one who knows about things 'Cuz it takes two and weswings better than you Then it's time for the dub so we roll out the club And you know just what I do I'm hitting in the freak mode Puttin' on a load sippin'on a guinny Then lo and behold una vision from bottom to top And I just can'tstop 311 show them the air is rarified But you don't give a damn 'cuz the grooveis hellafied Grew up punk, listening to funk I'm a hyper type of fella that doesnot touch junk You're the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack That'swaht you get when you're steady talkin' shit Not goin' for self that shit is onthe shelf It's 95 and we go for the hive Listen up this you're gonna bump tothis And if I'm feelin' mean I'm gonna clutch my fist Now when I say mean, Imean I'm gonna rock it You're gonna find out kid I'm bout to shock it When I'mon I'm gone I hear the beat that spawns The way we freak it and we kick up astorm The day we turn to pop the show will stop So feel the beat and get lostnow Back to part 2 the hard way we play Sublime on time to all the fans I'm SAAnd if you don't know I say check the show Do what you got to on the dance floor Some say the style is wack but I say fuck that Get the hell back and watch usrock the set We cast the mold bust it cold explode Megatrendsetters known aroundthe globe Friends takin' you where you never been We done what we wantedcraftin' poems You can rock there is a glow around you Lose control holmes justlike we do Hard to obtain brotha' what's my name Mad to find unlike ya mamma andyour masquerade I drive a mach- 1 no dashboard Jesus I hear voices say that's Doug Martinez You're all up in my mix like fuckin' Betty Crocker You thinkyou're playing me but actually you're a jocker You bad mouth me bitch man yougivin me juice It aint nothin' but a party everybody get loose Notice what Idon't do when stress steps to me Whatever your complaint so sue me I say fuckthe naysayers and keep goin Gotta do what I gotta do to get the people glowin' So let everybody gather the more the better I represent the traveler him he's ashredder At ease with yourself and don't try to please me I'm just here todaythen quickly I'm out On the town one light I'm a glow worm For several hourswiggle jiggle like I'm a huge sperm Can't appreciate a brothers love of funkymusic You think I'm a silly rabbit 'cuz my style has tricks Of the way I feelnow I just got to rock The music be poppin through me like electric shocks Ithink and blink and I wink but that shits not tiny 'Cuz in a blink of an eyelashyou will not find me You're the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack That's what you get when you're steady talkin' shit Not goin' for self that shitis on the shelf 'Cuz it's 95 and we go for the hive

Scenario

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Anthology"
Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S. Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario Verse One: Phife Dawg Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, Nyquil will help you get your Z's, true But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know Verse Two: Charlie Brown Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario Verse Three: Dinco D (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors Now I go for mine, [shades of G sure?] Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes It's the leader Quest vision and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario Verse Five: Busta Rhymes Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus

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