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Henry Rollins lyrics

I Know You (Spoken Word)

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I Know You I know you you were too short you had bad skin you couldn't talk to them very well words didn't seem to work they lied when they came out of your mouth you tried so hard to understand them you wanted to be part of what was happening you saw them having fun and it seemed like such a mystery almost magic made you think that there was something wrong with you you'd look in the mirror trying to find it you thought that you were ugly and that everyone was looking at you so you learned to be invisible to look down to avoid conversation the hours days weekends ah the weekend nights, alone where were you in the basement? in the attic? in your room? working some job? just to have something to do just to have a place to put yourself just to have a way to get away from them a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself did you ever get invited to one of their parties you sat and wondered if you would go or not for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire they would laugh at you if you would know what to do if you would have the right things on if they would notice that you came from a different planet did you get all brave in your thoughts like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it and have a great time did you think that you might be 'the life of the party' that all these people were gonna talk to you and you would find out that you were wrong that you had a lot of friends and you weren't so strange after all? did you end up going did they mess with you did they single you out did you find out that you were invited because they thought you were so weird yeah, I think I know you you spent a lot of time full of hate a hate that was pure as sunshine a hate that saw for miles a hate that kept you up at night a hate that filled your every waking moment a hate that carried you for a long time yes I think I know you you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived home was not home your room was home a corner was home the place they weren't- that was home I know you you're sensitive and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you one of them steps on you they mistake kindness for weakness but you know the difference you've been the brunt of their weakness for years and strength is something you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive you know yourself very well now and you don't trust people you know them too well you try to find that 'special person' someone you can be with someone you can touch someone you can talk to someone you won't feel so strange around and you found that they don't really exist you feel closer to people on movie screens yeah, I think I know you you spend a lot of time daydreaming and people have made comment to that effect telling you that you're 'self-involved' and 'self-centered' but they don't know, do they about the long nightshifts alone about the years of keeping yourself company all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself so you could imagine someone holding you the hours of indecision self-doubt the intense depression the blinding hate the rage that made you stagger the devastation of rejection well maybe they do know but if they do they sure do a good job of hiding it it astounds you how they can be so smooth how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill, and finding every way possible to screw it up for you, life is a long trip terrifying and wonderful birds sing to you at night the rain and the sun the changing seasons are true friends solitude is a hard won ally faithful and patient yeah, I think I know you

The Telephone

JERRY REED "Mind Your Love"
Ya ever drop your last dime in a public phone Have it keep your dime not even give you a tone And you beat that silly contraption with your fist till it comes off the wall Or did you ever place a call to St Louis direct And get the Civil Defense in Connecticut And operators say well ain't that the number you called And my phone bill that's wrong about half the time And I always get this operator on the line And she says well Mr Reed ya just called this place on your phone And I say lady look I don’t know a soul livin' in Tokyo And the only way I can pay this phone bill is when I mortgage my home Well you can find 'em in every home This thing called the telephone It's the ultimate in modern day design When it ain't out of order then the number's been changed Or it's disconnected or it just won't ring Why it's enough to drive a sane man clean out of his mind Did you ever place a call on a hectic day And you couldn't understand a word nobody had to say And you keep tryin' to get your operator to come back on the line huh You stand there and you click that lever till your face turns blue And finally she comes buttin' in on you And she says your three minutes are up you're out of time Now I've had to stumble through the house without a light To get to the phone in the middle of the night And I stumble over every stick of furniture in the house just gettin' there So with a skinned shin and a busted toe I grab the phone And I say a hello and all I get is ah ah ah in my ear Well son you can find 'em in every home... Alright this is my last time with my last dime Operator what huh I know well I know that huh But uh uh uh operator operator well I know you're sorry What huh I spent fifteen minutes I’ve been dialin' home What ya you said that oh wait uh operator Yeh huh give me my dime will ya gimme my dime back I gotta go to the bathroom listen what is this oh nuts

4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)

MASTER P "Gameface"
HUHHHHHH! [Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits [Master P] No Limit [Erick Sermon] Def Squad [Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond [Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven Blaze the hot [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five four three two one My mon Meth-Tical come and get some [Method Man] Playin my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sunnin you Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff like, 'Yo, how many rhymes you got' I think I'll go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on anybody who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty I'm already doin a hundred when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it [DMX] Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet Want heat One deep, leave him behind, front seat [Master P] Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It I break bread with the ballers Professional killers, and shot callers I got game from the South to the West to the East to the middle now remember me A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile The party don't stop but it get buckwild Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one See a shorty, let's play one for the cookies you can't be a rookie I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me Master P rock bells, hell But I gotta give it up to my homey LL [Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven Blaze the hot trizack [Method] Shine like heaven Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four [Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some! [LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces with one thesis ('LL Cool J is hard') Every little boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring every MC in the game to play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

Oh Donna

Cappadonna "The Pillage"
[Cappadonna] Tell Mel Shawn to come in Word, yo, one life to live It's on your head Just like my daughters That's my word! Polka dot Connection Shine just apostle [Ghostface] Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo [Cappadonna] Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez rap's under seige, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff, I pray like this I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind, plus pack a nine Daytime outfit superb outlet Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor If you can feel Don down it Atlanta I'm a poet, my work is never done Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30 Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty Somethin precise, hold back the pressure My unit too nice, you only got one life to live, think twice (Think twice think twice twice twice twice) [Ghostface] Yo, aiyyo we swingle, make moves, PJ out the window Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle Bruce Wayne diggin graveyard rocks and swingin multimillions, rap pavillion stay G'in [Cappadonna] This year, we throw darts in the air To let y'all know this shit is severe Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na [Ghostface] Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light Statueheads all up in my lab like mad Empty bags are lyin in the yard, welfare Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck Sucrets fast Corvettes, tecs on my rest Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox Big Ghost'll grab the jim and un-fasten your box' You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit Soundin like me, suckin my dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon Cappadon... [Cappadon] ... as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop In a class by myself I hold the foundation Face to face, I make my affiliation short and brief, I make out with the looseleaf In the struggle, ten years after the beef I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin if it's not the felonies or the color of my skin I'ma keep switchin my gear, again and again From the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N. It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin More sacrifices, create better livin My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon Protect seeds, and protect black women Raised in the Pillage right now we just driftin Ferry boat niggaz make a whole lotta difference Drama, if you slackin up in the business Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na (repeat 4X)

Politics As Usual

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices and fools that think I slip, you fuck around you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy on some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga Politics as us-ual... I took my Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga Politics as us-ual... You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came The game changes like, my mind just ain't right We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage It's a lot of big money in my sentence Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em Politics as us-ual

You Ain't A Killer

BIG PUNISHER "Capital Punishment"
[Verse 1] The harsh realities of life is takin tolls Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrife your life to a higher force Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent One of the last livin still in action, general assassin Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, 'The Shit is Real' as Joe, we follow the killer's code When we come for you, tell me where will you go Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams [Hook] You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat [Verse 2] You made a grave mistake Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes The pain is great but only for a second It starts strong then lessens Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes) Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple John Madden tackle your corpse then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination [Hook - 2X] [Verse 3] It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash With half a million in the stash Passport with the gas, first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last edition Probably a stash magician Could of went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strickly out for cream Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream My team's the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5 So be advised, the streets is full of surprises It's not what crew's the livest One that survive is who's the wisest [Hook - 2X]

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