HELMET lyrics - Aftertaste

Birth Defect

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All the good that you discover In people that you hate Draw them close and pencil thin Then they're easy to erase You've got it down just feed them lines And watch them starve to death Keep them crowded and short of air Then you can take their last breath I'd rather be insulted by you Than someone I respect If I don't share the same view It's just my birth defect All the good that never comes From always getting your way

Come Out To Play

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Verse 1] Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch I won't forget you every time I'm pissing over your grave Or when I'm slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed Learn about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey Shooting off my arrows like AK's Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations Underground street level, running this course Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me Because the native hydro keeps changing me [Chorus] Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) [Verse 2] Warriors, come out and play Roaches I spray, I'm ABK I'd rather be dead than fade away All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn't change a day What I'm saying quit playing I'm a tell you how it's slaying See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying Anybody Killa so it ain't no delaying Dead body six feet in the groud decaying When I come I'll rub the serial numbers from my gun out The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out An keep us in the clip until every last run out Erasing all the drama that this world brings Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend Get your own fucking bullshit scheme [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Twiztid Madrox and the ABK Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch We the sharks in the water, y'all popcorn shrimps So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast You can be a hater with a lot to say But you're talking from the door so come out and play [Chorus: Repeat x 2] Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) These hatchet men up on our chests [until fade out]

Too Late To Quit

THE WALLFLOWERS "Red Letter Days"
Takes all my might To find a hole that feels right To bury myself In a deep sleep at night I hear a voice Coming from the hillside Says I'll show you the way I will show you the light But I'm tired I'm tired I'm much too tired I'm tired He's says I know where you were headed And you're half way there But you've got to be careful You've got to beware Some people want to hurt you Some people don't care But I'm never gonna give you Any more than you can bare [chorus] There's nothing left here to rise above We're not talking bout' that kind of love You've got people here counting on you Now's a good time To learn how to pull through Sometimes a good idea Just isn't enough You've got to do the work Now get your ass up There isn't really such a thing as bad luck Yeah, but once I shot an arrow In the sky and it stuck [chorus] You've got to keep movin' You've got to keep pushin' You're never gonna get back Anymore than you're givin' Life is for the living You've got to be willin' A song ain't a song Until someone starts singin' [chorus]

Do Your Thing

QUEEN LATIFAH
[Queen Latifah:] Southside, Northside Eastside, Westside Alright, alright Alright, we ride [Verse 1:] Ain't the paper, that makes me Dana I just see the strangers they look at me stranger They all give me more lip So I give ya more music, more scrips' Less actin' I stepped up to salary cappin' Passin' traffic and lookin' what happened See how life takes a turn (uh huh) More paper earned Lawyers poof, case adjourned good-bye I am what I am, I come from Newark So crème de la crème (uh yeah) specially when, yall pray for my downfall That's why I try to stay from round y'all (let's go) Turn my days in the dark, they find less (let's go) Like metter maids when I park but I'll be Still, doin' me, still so beautifully I pray to brushin' off haters for stuff the do to me [Chorus: Mario Winans] Go and do your thing Cuz people will talk Baby it's the way The way that you walk Keep your head up to the sky Comfort is high Love the ones that hate you Cuz they're the ones who make you Go and do your thing [Verse 2:] Yo, yo, yo Now just imagine how the world'll be witchu cruisin' Top down, popped the blouse, get girls aroused Talk bout shoppin n browsin not for clothes and copped the house Could it be that you feel you need me? Hey, you love the way I flow cuz it comes to easy When life imitate art thats where the hatin' start You gotta love dat, try to stay above that Who knew I'd come this far Business woman, and movie star? My moms always told me I come from God And the stress that come from y'all keep achin' You be there keep waiting Keep trying be patient Y'all wish I can stay the night And really feel the love cuz my fans provide it [Chorus: Mario Winans] Go and do your thing Cuz people will talk Baby it's the way The way that you walk Keep your head up to the sky Comfort is high Love the ones that hate you Cuz they're the ones who make you Go and do your thing [Verse 3:] Lately, it just seems to me That people ain't what they seem to be They all want me torn up I know there's snakes in the grass So I pay my staff, to keep the lawns cut I see all the drama you bringin' I combat that with possitive thinking I'm me till I'm old and grey and when that day comes I gonna teach my daughters do be the same way I am the way I am, I'm from the hood So crème de le crème And specially when, yall pray for my downfall That's why I try to stay from round y'all (that's why_ You never keep me down So I'll always be around, forget about it Still doin' it, (still doin me) So beautifully I see you rushin' them papers that aint new to me [Chorus x2: Mario Winans] Go and do your thing Cuz people will talk Baby it's the way The way that you walk Keep your head up to the sky Comfort is high Love the ones that hate you Cuz they're the ones who make you Go and do your thing [Ending: Mario Winans] Just do your thing Cuz people gon' hate you anyway uh Just do your thing Cuz people gonna hate you anyway uh Just do your thing y'all c'mon Can nobody stop me y'all c'mon We Yellow City y'all We gon' keep doin' our thing, keep doin' our thing

Territories

RUSH "A Show Of Hands"
I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles, we keep holding our ground In different circles, we keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people...better food...and better beer... Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colorful rag is unfurled ¡¡

Proud Mary

TINA TURNER "What's Love Got To Do With It"
Left a good job in the city Workin' for the Man every night and day But I never lost a minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been [chorus] Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis Pumped a lot of tane down in New Orleans But I never saw the good side of a city 'Til I hitched a ride on the riverboat queen [repeat chorus] If you come down to the River Bet you're gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money People on the river are happy to give [repeat chorus]

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