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JOE BUDDEN lyrics - Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come

Realestate

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Yea... Joey... It's that on top muzik! Yea, wait a minute! [Verse 1:] Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench Slept there, smellin like the park stench Freezin, covered with a dark trench That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments Nurses light the candles with the calm scents I ain't been calm since, they actin like I ain't got any common sense Too much time spent for a godsend So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins Lookin for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal Lookin at my past I see how that's understandable So you god damn right I'm unmanageable Everything I'm lookin at is a fuckin intangible Got me thinking that I'm really a skits Maybe that room didn't really exist, cause I left, but... [Hook:] These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin The floor starts droppin and my eyes get heavy Then ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run But my feet won't move then my body gets numb And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel Will somebody tell me this ain't real?! Realestate [Verse 2:] My reality is reality They reality is all perception In my reality that's an infection My reality don't want no part of that detection So I pick it up and move it to another section They reality you would think is full of perfection Correction, they reality is all deception In reality only few will make that connection But if you like me you know not to take that direction If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection Nominate myself so let's skip over the election They'll say I'm the wrong selection Don't meet they expectance But I ain't lookin for motherfuckin acceptance Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections They reality is a big misconception So I left just to lose my recollection! But still... Realestate [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yo, they say money makes the world go 'round But it really doesn't Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't? I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that You can judge anything but my mental He don't know what I been thru From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful Don't cover much of the stencil When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you! Some fail, maybe some of succeeded Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed I scream and yell; They don't hear my call And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall Not at all, I'm just actin out fate But ain't much change since I escaped... All I know is! [Hook]

Locust

Luxt "Disrepair"
Closed your eyes. Shut your mouth. Bound your wrists. Spine pulled out. Full of you so you have become my shedding doubt. I suck life from your weakened little hole. I feel lust, and control your little worthless, every little splinter, every little shiver, know. Your apathetic flesh is more alluring than your soul. Frail legs crawling slow, under translucent glow. Some things are better left undead and so it goes. Come falling from the wind, to bring the jittered end, to strip the world of all it's leading to temptations tin So lick the plate clean child, and dry your wettend smile. It's an acquired taste, the souls slide down better, after a while. In dark the locusts breed, just live to fuck and feed. Such little creatures, we can't help but suck you of your needs. So swarming covers you, oh, but you thought you knew., Tthe warning heeded not unfolds, beneath an acid dew. This ticking in your brain, hard strikes the writhing rain. You feel a million sets of reaping 'cisors clamp and chew. A drain of heads and tails, drown out in buzz your wails. Not even marrow left to tell the living of your lies. And as the harvest fast, becomes the then, the past, the tiny eyes that smiled your passing seek the next blood from the skies

Funeral In Carpathia (Be Quick Or Be Dead Version)

CRADLE OF FILTH "From The Cradle To Enslave EP (US Version)"
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sku Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead,eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ´god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ´neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker´s shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they´re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we´ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything

Death Comes Ripping

CRADLE OF FILTH "From The Cradle To Enslave EP (US Version)"
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sku Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead,eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ´god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ´neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker´s shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they´re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we´ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything

47 Goonz

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again Hit it from the back, she a addict within I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him" She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims Remember it like it was yesterday Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay Catch me somersaulting my eyelids Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live So it's make believe, rather unique Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats And they all got tricks up they sleeve [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarette I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry 47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts There's no giving when they take what you got Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering Leave that risk to your Pros Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala There's arrogant cops who stay intruding Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution Them wack rappers who track-eluding Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid I still kill and you can't lose it

Only If You Want It

EAZY-E "5150: Home Of Tha Sick"
[Featuring Treach] [Chorus] Only if you want it Yes I really want it (x4) [Eazy E] Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin' up smokin' up much dust like a nut what give it up for the real stuff shut the what up back the shut up what hustler from the hood hoe hopin' and mud rub the finishin' touches would sure went rubbers comin' in bunches could serve like lunches hold ya horses here's where the source is not very tall but never took a short kid with a clip to claw wouldn't draw Mcgraw I trick a law before all and all I'm raw a naughty shorty, sporty with a forty a laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy a nasty critter, any hoe hitter hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her now get up on it, on and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Only if you want it Yes I really want it (x4) [Eazy-E] Here's something from the ding dong cause I really care how long ya been strong grown here comes the switch dome chrome couldn't hang with the king out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots my style is just as fresh as a dusch bush I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder and if I left that means I should of booger here's a new track, for all the jacks I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back so I live when I step it's the pimp and I rep so make a right and get left quick so try to play strong and long gone the flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong get up on it, on and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Only if you want it Yes I really want it (x4) [Treach] ooooooh a new jack! a new jack! [Eazy-E] Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat back back smack, here comes a witty black endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat my homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey so don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey the only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather I see the smilin' faces of while they sick ya know me better, hard Rodney kid gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy left up in the alley dead now get up on it, on and on get on it and I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Only if you want it Yes I really want it (x4)

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