G.B.H. lyrics - Oh, No It's G.B.H. Again [EP]

Company Of Wolves

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We gotta' raise some money for our children, so when they're old they don't have to fear. Scratch their back, they'll stab yours, it's obvious boy, it's crystal clear. We ain't got much all we got is, the company of wolves. They'll approach you, try to coax you, make you sell your soul. The company of wolves, the company of wolves. Get out of their den, start again, they ain't nothing but fools. We get tangled in the web of hate, from our piggy bank's straight back to the fat guy. Turn the tables, throw a rock and roll him, tell him reach for the sky. We got nothin' on our table, nothing on our plate just dirt on the floor. We listen hard for an answer, but only hear the wolf at the door.

Crow

Jim Carroll "Catholic Boy"
It must be strange to just fall from the stage and snap a bone that is so close to the brain And be attended to by so many down below I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above And you start singing just like light through a black floor You start sliding like burned skin to a side door Refrain: But crow, when you throw yourself under Singin's hard when you can't loose control They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple You'd start screaming just like Sister Aimee Semple But Crow, when you throw yourself under The streets are hard when you cannot lose control They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul Crow It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter You covered me with blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby Repeat Refrain

Soundcheck Intro

AUDIO PUSH "The Soundcheck"
[Oktane:] People please... Are you listenin to my vision that I am livin Ever since I was just a kid I knew I was given A talent that nobody else was given So my division was exactly that, but I never knew if I was the difference Between good and great Because all everyone does around my is hate And tell me everything I'm working hard that's a mistake And we're the ones who didn't listen, now look at us today We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin us and mad us because we doin what you couldn't But now you back at us and you clap for us, all I see is people been waggin us because they seein what they should've Well you a couple minutes late You're try to bring your fruits to me, but I already ate I'm not hollywood my vision's just clearer I avoid conflict and it's not because I fear ya I just decided to choose I got too much to loose And besides that my only competition is the mirror So, pardon my? estab?, but you waggin when I'm walkin my by and I don't look your way it's simply because I don't hear ya All I hear is the fans, and ya'll understand their screams are deafening, they all waitin for the boss So you can pay for your ticket, you can't walk in with us because you didn't believe in us, now go and take your loss Cause now everybody is seein past the image That he has just hit it, the limit That he is not a gimmick The people admit it They see him and he is who they scrimmage They shoot at my head, I popeye, and he is out of spinach Take it in I'll give you a minute Sean and Kadis told me to go in, I hope that they meant it Lots of money and time had went in I spent it Now I'm paid in full every show, back to business Of course they're gonna hit the three, even if they foul him I'm here to sell more than a couple thousand I've worked too hard to be looked at as lousy I stand unamused, only music can arouse me Lyrics sparks songs I' m nice with em Mr. Hi I'm Him can really write venom I be happy to sent these rappers, out ice with em Point proven and I'm movin, I bruised em now Price get em [Price Tag:] Ever since the moment that I took a sip of life, I knew my kryptonite was to get on stage and grip the mic I see my dreams in front of me had to grip it tight Grew up with no dad, I guess that makes me a victim right? Wrong, I'm on my throne with my feet up You headed to the same destination, we can meet up My book is in the sky, which means you gotta read up Only the game is in the oven, let's turn the heat up Pull the seat up, sit in the row Get on the map, sick of the thoughts, sick of the flow Pickin the shows, the quitters will stop the rippers will go We hittin them low, Price T and Okt we give and we go Whoa, my life I feel out rested My brody Bread shot in the head, show me the justice And ever since my cousin Pooch got killed I've been spittin fire untill the booth got grilled Who's not real? Audio the next in Punchin every letter in the game, no textin Teachin the class the wrong time to end the lesson Sittin alone on this road, no intersections Just me and destiny They waitin for the new livin legend, the next is me So feel the power of the truth when you're next to me I'm on the desktop, the trash is where the rest'll be So fear as the beat drops They prayin that I fell, and I just put my faith in God Let me say it again, I put my faith in God Chase the dollar Fix my collar Let them know that it's the rise And it's my job to release what I got in Loser from the Inland Empire, I am not him Me, I refuse to get in the game and not win If Okt is missin the three, I be tippin the shot in The only way that I'm going is right, no lefts Doing what I please in this game, no refs We the force that give you reports, no F's Me, I'm tryna make this money stretch, bow flex Oh yes, at show time I'm the town rep Gimme a flannel, some skinny jeans, and a brown vest The grand finale is us, we'll put it on next Just turn my mic up, I think it's time for soundcheck

A Glimpse Of Home

KANSAS "Monolith"
(Kerry Livgren) When I was very young so many songs were sung So much wasted time on an uphill climb But you where always there, a feeling in the air There was nothing to fear you were so near Now you are here once again As I stand in your presence I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze Like an old superstition You are haunting all my dreams and waking days (Chorus) All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home) There's no resisting you among the chosen few It's hard to be sure, it's hard to endure And when I hear your voice I know I have the choice To pursue an ideal, something so real Now I've got nothing to lose As I see your reflection All the answers I desire become so clear Like a page that is turning I can look into the future without fear You're in my rock and roll, you're in my very soul Though it's heavy to bear, it's a feeling so rare And it's a mystery, the way it's meant to be Can we ever know, we're moving so slow There ain't enough time in the world As I reach up the ladder There is something ever higher to perceive Like a fire that is burning In my heart I know I surely must believe

(Between A) Rock And A Hard Place

CUTTING CREW "The Scattering"
Eede/MacMichael Between a rock between a rock and a hard place there's a beating heart watching the lights go down on my world stoney faced letting the rope slip though my fingers ain't nothin' straight, always a riddle caught up in the middle of the party line i got a brick but i can't find a window take me to your shelter... between a rock between a rock and a hard place (you better lay your money down) you'll never stop what you started in the first place between a rock you gotta roll with the punches baby between a rock and a hard place... there's so many words you place your bet you take your chances the dealer pays but he'll never let you leave the table they're gonna take you lock, stock and barrel down to the knuckle, down on your luck and when they've stripped you of all resistance you can take you place... between a rock between a rock and a hard place (you gotta lay your money down) you'll never stop what you started in the first place between a rock you gotta roll with the punches baby between a rock and a hard place... it'll take all your money we think we like it here between a rock (you gotta roll with the punches baby) between a rock and a hard place

Ho'lat

ANDRE NICKATINA "Andre Nickatina"
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Shoot you like a free throw, don't be no hero Turnt into a zero, I'm hard to find like Nemo Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format Walk on you like a doormat I made a bet, did they score that? Man money I fold that, dice I roll that Tell a freak to HO'LAT Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it And not divide it, never split the pie And then you're gonna lie and straight deny it? Hell's where your souls at, freak you's a polecat And I'ma let you know that, and you can't control that Straight expose that, until you HO'LAT Straight to the abyss, with a death wish Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list That's bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO'LAT [Verse 2: Krazyie Bone] Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don't need a gun dude And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tell 'em HO'LAT You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja I been (raised[?]) like a doctor, crooked like a copper Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama And you don't really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac[?]) Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO'LAT If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? Wake em up like caffeine and coffee You're gonna need an army to disarm me 'Cus I'm never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps I'm the typa man [?] toss you a hand grenade and say here [?] HO'LAT [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass Black bag fulla filthy cash Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last 'cus time goes real fast Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that Had to get that dough back Now its time to show that, quick control that Word life HOLD THAT This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall My rise and my fall I know you know that, Fillmoe don't hold back San Francisco that Now where's the hope at where's the dope at, Homeboy HO'LAT [Verses 4: Krayzie Bone] Don't gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix You know the Krayzie (gassin[?]) really got hits You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift (Then I come with a slow rap[?]) peace love hate mo rap When I spit it on a dope track Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO'LAT Tell em all look, real, recognize real Recognize steal and I recon you live Just with the skills, you can be killed Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/mills) [?] niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that Blaze up, lemme smoke that And I'm toked, and I'm loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL'AT

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