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M.utually A.ssured D.estruction

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Chasing all your dreams like any fool Observing the absurd from a piano stool It's the first time you got the truth – that's for sure Now the bad feelings they come in waves Feeding on your nightmares to procure Trusting in their words today no more It's the first time you got it right – that's for sure Black hole sucking us into oblivion

Shiny Suit Theory

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Hook: Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins and I wear them to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] In the land before time A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines Man was in his prime Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme The method is sublime you get blessed with every line I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said: "Nigga fuck the underground you need to win a Grammy For your mama and your family They need to see you shined up You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga what you scared of? Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love Pollenate they ear buds Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you They casting judgments cause they feel they got the right to Fuck them! I let the dice roll like the father did I gotta shine it's in my blood I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it's the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains" [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] In this manila envelope the results of my insanity Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfuckers? Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers If you believe in that sort of luck your screws need adjusting In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers My God it's so hard to conceive But it all falls perfect I'm like autumn is to trees The doc interrupted, he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac He said: "take that for your mustard, boy You must be off your rocker If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya Nigga you gotta be psychotic Or mixing something potent with your vodka It takes a lot to shock us But you being so prosperous is preposterous How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects Be the apple of America's obsession? You totally disconnected with reality Don't believe in dreams Since when did black men become kings" [Bridge: The Dream] You have no idea, yeah The means to what I say And you have no idea Of how I got this way Now, fear my dreams And by the time you wake I'll look down from the clouds See, I'm on my way [Hook]


JOURNEY "Escape"
He's just a young boy out of school Livin' his world like he wants to They're makin' laws, but they don't understand Turns a boy in to a fightin' man They won't take me They won't break me No one could tell him what to do Had to learn everything the hard way He's on the street, breakin' all the rules I'm tellin' you that he's nobody's fool They won't take me They won't break me Now he's leavin', gettin' out from this masquerade Oh gotta go I'm finally out in the clear and I'm free I've got dreams I'm livin' for I'm movin' on where they'll never find me Rollin' on to anywhere I'll break away, yes I'm on my way Leavin' today, yes I'm on my way Just when you think you had it all figured out Runnin' scared can change your mind I never knew I had so much to give How hard times can fool ya Oh I'm okay, I'm alright Feelin' good out on your own I'll break away, I'll break away tonight I've got dreams I'm livin' for I'll break away Yes, I'm on my way I'm leaving', leavin' today Yes, I'm on my way This is my escape Yes, I'm on my way I'll break away Yes, I'm on my way


JUDAS PRIEST "Demolition"
(Glenn Tipton & K.K. Downing) Don't speak to me of morality Justice wrong or right You dig the dirt ignore the hurt And spit out all your lies Conscience free as we bleed Hypocrisy born from greed Don't preach to me of integrity Or your legal highs The judge's thrilled He's dressed to kill On TV every night Subliminal - so absurd It's criminal - yet can't be heard [Chorus:] Bloodsuckers - how can they sleep at nights Bloodsuckers - nothing but parasites You will be on the stand today They cannot harm you - it's okay But they will destroy your family And drag you through Hell and tragedy A circus heading into town Complete with cameras and the clowns The first amendment shot to bits The world is watching just for kicks As the day drew close to hand For all to view the faceless man He put out the lights - it's sad Now who's to blame for that ?! Intimidate twist what you say With their fine points of law They lose the case but proficate And then appeal some more Subliminal - it's so absurd It's criminal - but can't be heard [Chorus 2x] I promise to tell the truth The whole truth And nothing but the truth So help me God! You will be on the stand today They cannot harm you - it's okay They will destroy your family And drag you through Hell and tragedy Bloodsuckers parasites

The Orange County Lumber Truck

FRANK ZAPPA "Weasels Ripped My Flesh"
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks) Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects) Don Sugar Cane Harris (electric violin) Lowell George (rhythm guitar, vocals) And in your dreams You can see yourself As a prophet Saving the world The words from your lips ... I just can't believe you are Such a fool

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