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Back To The Middle

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Back To The Middle She is, twenty five, spent over half of her life So afraid to speak her mind, it's such a shame ‘Cause what a brilliant mind she has Chorus And now that she's been introduced to confidence She doesn't see, that she is bordering on arrogance When will she learn, to come back to the middle He is, a young black man, grew up without his father And now it falls into his hands, to protect his mother ‘Cause if he doesn't, well then who will, his older brother he lives in fear Of everything, especially, trying to fill his father's shoes Chorus Respectively, they go to extremes, of masculine and feminine Chasing dreams, but they keep on falling ‘Cause they don't know no balance When will they learn, to come back to the middle You gotta take the good with the bad, and you might hit the wall Sometimes you'll fly and sometimes you will fall There ain't no way, to avoid the pain But it's getting burned, that's how you will learn To come back to the middle Chorus Needing to protect your self now that is just a part of life If you let your fears keep you from flying, you will never reach your height To get to the top you must come back to the middle When will we learn, to come back to the middle Come back to the middle, Come back to the middle Don't make no mind about falling down ‘Cause it's when you're in that valley You can see both sides more clearly Come back to the middle India Arie - Blue

Vials Of Wrath

Liege Lord
You'll feel the heat you'll burn to my touch The cinders fall as they spill abrupt The move is fast glance too slow to find There's more than evil in transgressor's mind I've stepped beyond the law divine and gone beyond limits set, prescribed I live to take don't tread behind intact I'm not and I'm mindless blind The change takes place the sights are set enter my lair and live to regret My lair's a cage impregnable you'll bet a hungry mind is my victim's net My guilt is innocence from which you'll bet To it you're drawn from you it grows on me a turned table is your worst enemy The fact you are in truth you will not be Place of torment my final rest I'll know Before I'm through my flames will rise to show I'll break down I know my end is near unlike your kind I've learned no fear Hellish eyes block my broken view of animism in minds of very few I'll leave a lesson untaught but true my terror lives inside of you

Transgressor

Liege Lord
You'll feel the heat you'll burn to my touch The cinders fall as they spill abrupt The move is fast glance too slow to find There's more than evil in transgressor's mind I've stepped beyond the law divine and gone beyond limits set, prescribed I live to take don't tread behind intact I'm not and I'm mindless blind The change takes place the sights are set enter my lair and live to regret My lair's a cage impregnable you'll bet a hungry mind is my victim's net My guilt is innocence from which you'll bet To it you're drawn from you it grows on me a turned table is your worst enemy The fact you are in truth you will not be Place of torment my final rest I'll know Before I'm through my flames will rise to show I'll break down I know my end is near unlike your kind I've learned no fear Hellish eyes block my broken view of animism in minds of very few I'll leave a lesson untaught but true my terror lives inside of you

Two Little Hitlers

ELVIS COSTELLO "Armed Forces"
Why are we racing to be so old? I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told You have your reservations I'm bought and sold I'll face the music I'll face the facts Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit Two little Hitlers will fight it out until One little Hitler does the other one's will I will return I will not burn Down in the basement I need my head examined I need my eyes excited I'd like to join the party But I was not invited You make a member of me I'll be delighted I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator It's all so calculated She's got a calculator She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator (Chorus) A simple game of self-respect You flick a switch and the world goes off Nobody jumps as you expect I would have thought you would have had enough by now You call selective dating For some effective mating I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating I knew right from the start We'd end up hating Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than (Chorus) I will return I will not burn (repeats)

No Frills

Buddha Monk "Prophecy"
[Buddha Monk] Get off my mother fuckin life! [Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz] Yo, yo, this some Zu shit! Yo, ugh! I know you want it, and I wanna give it. AH! [Chorus x2: Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz] I got this proposal I'ma slide across the table Mansions, cars, horses, stables Stocks and bonds, CDs and T-bills This time around, Zu strictly frills! [Buddha Monk] Yo, you act like the sun don't shine Then I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo' noggen Mind-bogglin, and damn right the Zu will smash somethin This verbal technique will soon be heard on every street Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz don't sleep We defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo' anatomy Watch us work this *echos* Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get down with verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs I don't play that, my silver spoon was bent way back Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you black Not prejudice, but stay far away from six and I won't give even if my balls gets bit Stay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five wives We can wine, to make this station all one mind [Chorus x2] [Buddha Monk] Warn this, awareness, I come like a terrorist Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this? Disasterous, it is I, the one Lord and Master The Buddha's weight is made with gats and gun silencers Powerful thoughts increase, as I release the knowledge on my brain, and it's wicked like ten beasts It is not The Who, it's the old Brooklyn Zu Styles get raw like a Freakland Zoo Fix this, flows drillin in the banquet Buddha inflicts the hoes like Bake's existence I remain to cause pain, dirty words and slang Yo, you fuck with the Zu chain, ya headed for a headbang Walk down my path, ya head is what I'm after Save all those jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter [Chorus x2] [Buddha Monk] I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent Ya body's cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low I like Brooklyn Zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window Damn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a cold war There's never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin The haren with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludin Bit pressure tester, yea, Zu mind collector Close your mind like Chester's so your body gets light like feathers Whatever, you think Zu disappear niggaz?! Ha, never! I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the germ Gonarhea Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of pupmed water, see us In God we shall trust, grafted skin we never touched Flows like black dust, now think about God bust *sizzlin sound* (Oh, what a rush!)

How Many Times?

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "The Great Milenko"
(chorus:) How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? (end chorus) (chorus) How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass, How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife. Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about, Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out? How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour. Must be an accident, I hope nobody died, Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side! The gawkers roll by and creep slow, Hopin' they can see a mangled body show. Some park, and stand there and watch it all, With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare! (and just look!) I remember one time I was pulled over, Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over. People watching, hoping that he shoots me, I just wanted to choke their fucking heads! (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will I wait in a line, It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine. I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute, Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket. The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch, No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit, I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it, Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket! How many times will a crackhead smoke crack, And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack, Give him money, again, he's coming back, Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie crack. How many time will a kid give a dirty look, A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook, I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores, When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers. (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will you steal my car stereo, It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat, I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek. How many times did I walk in, and just sit, And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit, Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait, Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter, And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder, Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate, Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great. He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife, Plays with his balls and judges my life! (And who the fuck is he? He judges my life!) (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha fucka. The call me the big wheeler cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mutha fucka. The whole block, dawg. They call me the king. The big king. King killer big wheeler cap peeler, yeah. That's what they call me around this mutha fucka. I run this bitch. I got this bitch locked down. I'm a big gang banga, man. I'm a gang banga mutha fucka. See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin' out in this neighborhood, but they don't know about me and my clique, dawg. And if you all wanna be down, shit, we can sit down and talk, ya know what I'm sayin- BOBBY!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK! Uh, here I come! Aw dawg, I gotta go, man. But look, meet me here tomorrow after school. Oh wait, I got yearbook. Awright, meet me here around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg. Awright guys, peace. I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude. Yeah, me too, 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers.

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