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KAMELOT lyrics - Poetry For The Poisoned

My Train Of Thoughts

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In the shadow of my doubt This life is dust on naked walls In the ruins of defeat The spotlights fade There's a clown without a crowd His sorrow smiles relentlessly Welcome winter bittersweet Of final fall My train of thoughts Keep on hauling me over a low again Easy to see for a someone Whose soul can bleed Who am I to overrule Believers at the wonder wall Some illusions come undone And violently My train of thoughts Keep on hauling me over a low again Easy to see for a someone Whose soul can bleed So far astray When all comes to all You'll never be satisfied You might as well let go

I Am Somebody

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
Artist: Jurassic 5 Album: Power in Numbers Song: I Am Somebody [All] Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal F*ck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus: [Soup] Say, I am (I am) Somebody (Somebody) [Akil] Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll Tumble with the rhythm Heat the mic when it's cold I was told Be Bold Whether platinum or gold Keep it solid Do the knowledge Til' I reach my goal My hunger-pain thunder Lumberjack the fifth wonder I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under My post beat for people in the street Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat) That African soul Clap black power impact Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack? A pimp slap or a big black gatt Fuck around and get jacked For your rhymes where I live at Uh, I'm not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees And it's on! Chorus [Chali 2na] Who's to say if I choose to make moves today Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today Amuse but never confuse Still got dues to pay You abuse elegant rules when you use clichàs [Marc 7] They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat [Chali 2na] Creatin' beef [Marc 7] Mark of the beast Code on the street Cease and decease [Chali 2na] Never the least [Marc 7] Let me repeat The situation gets sticky like the badge on police [Chali 2na] We individually driven in the beginnin' We winnin' Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision Pretendin' was never a possibility I got to kill it Because I want to be it The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize Who wouldn't survive? [Marc 7] The fullest of vibes [Chali 2na] Deliberate surprise [Marc 7] When bullets the size [Chali 2na] Of quarters arrive [Marc 7] And slaughter your lives [All] We trying to counteract that [Chali 2na] Unifying these ballers and backpacks With Knowledge- -Fact-Tracks Chorus [Soup] Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control And control guns Huey P used to hold I breathe life and through the 60's Voted most likely to get busy Inner city flash jiggy burn Phillies and things And we boogie to the bang Sunshine and rain Why you cats be talkin' that pimp crap in jail I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell I know the situation oh so well (so well) I done seen it in 3D It ain't hard to tell Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan Cuz I can't solve or stop or put foot to this The hottest brother on the block couldn't cook to this J5 drop the verse beat hook to this And if you want a fly jam you should look to this So... [All] Raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal Fuck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus

Bitch Betta Have My Money

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high high wit You opted to leave a nigga with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dildo Plastic nympho Only see dick in porno Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp shit ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg Shit is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best bitch Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better bitch Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars biatch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money

Lovelife

ATMOSPHERE "God Loves Ugly"
Artist: Atmosphere Album: God Loves Ugly Title: Lovelife Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness Familiar to the image of the artist Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here But here I am, thinking about death again Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know I love them all to the end And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream Love your life! Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers I never expected a bowl of cherries I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary And when I let them carry me to a cemetary I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity (Chorus) Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius How many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius Let no tears to fall from none of y'all Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws L-O-V-E L-I-F-E Here lies Sean, finally free And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need The people still breathe, the city still bleeds I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life) (Chorus) LOVELIFE (x16)

Idiot

ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
[Hook:] Whoever taught you how to speak your mind Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot And I might be stupid But I'ma keep it movin' like I know what I'm doin' Whoever thought you had a God damn clue Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot I might be a fool But I seem so cool when I'm next to you Aight [Verse 1:] I was in the middle of a selfie When you were trying to text me Genius Interuptus Swing like Kirby Puckett I'm as subtle as an alien abduction in public Somebody call the cops Suck it, blow the trumpet until the bubble pops And butter up another patch of those muffin tops I'm just trying to find a balance Wound up with a wife and a gang of kids Her kiss tastes like black licorice And now I'm riding in the back of her ambulance Knock knock knockin' on heavens door Let me in yo I got a laminate I guess Its my job to let y'all know That those my nuts y'all tampered with [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm not the coolest I'm just a dude thats got some flows Attitude, a lot of soul I got a wood nameplate says "I wish you Gold" And this watch don't even work And these people only came for the cheap dessert And we can fight over a piece of dirt Like all y'all ain't gunna leave the Earth Might as well keep sand in a baggy My favorite people call me Dad or Daddy I never claimed to be too smart I never been afraid of a new start Luck-ay siete my wifes so fly all the suckers envy Shes a beautiful soul to have and to hold And wipe my butt when I get old [Hook] [Verse 3:] Hey mamma can I call you Cupcake You remind me of a status update You're the wind beneath my limbs It might sound weird but you look like Prince Bang Bang under purple rain Fertilized the egg in the back of a mustang No shame, ain't no thang Baby came out lookin' like K.D Lang, Yeaah [Hook]

Now I Lay

JOE BUDDEN "Padded Room"
I'd like to welcome everybody, to the Padded Room [Joe Budden] Uh, pump it up, you came to get it crunk A dame to get her drunk, you came to get it on That's when it all got started (I mean) Back then I wasn't so cold-hearted (c'mon) With every stanza came an extravaganza For every question he got one less answer I was tryin to be more than cool Now it was before that, maybe boardin school That was back when I would wanna danger myself Maybe it was just to entertain myself I don't need help, I could change myself Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta explain myself Just around the corner, I can hear footsteps Then we can get on the only nigga in the hood left So child that ain't listenin ain't mine For 28 years been a prisoner of the mind am I [Chorus: Joe Budden] Now I lay me down to sleep (And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep (If I) If I should die before I wake (Then what?) I pray the Lord my soul to take (I mean) Now I lay me down to sleep (And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep (If I) If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take [Joe Budden] Look, welcome everybody into greater of self but claim center Even when he can win that nigga won't surrender Bull's fault, put the wheels in motion I felt every emotion except devotion Message in a bottle in the bottom of the ocean But I can't swim, damnit I can't win, uh So I don't care how you rate me It'll take a long time to evaluate me So if, this be the last time you hear me (nigga) Just know I got a loved one near me (nigga) Please don't cry, let her eye get teary A nigga good, finally I'm somewhere care-free Past is frightenin but the future's scary And I'm, gettin to the point that I fear me In a class all alone, don't compare me But I, blame God, this is where He steered me I mean [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Look, they tell me the eyes is the windows to a man's SOUL What you happen to see a nigga can't con-TROL ... And I've turned a deaf ear to any nigga, anybody that'll get my head clear Why shake the dice if you never gon' roll 'em? I told 'em that the straight jacket can't hold him I ain't psycho, don't belittle me now It's just a title cause they couldn't figure me out If you give a damn when shit hits the fan Please know anything I ever did a nigga planned Tryin to better, high as ever As I learn how to lie to a lie detector Still I'm damaged Say if you stay in that boat long enough you see where the land is So I'm right where I need to be Please believe it, believe it please Let's get on our knees [Chorus] [Outro: Joe Budden] One mo' 'gin, c'mon... Follow me, let's go OHHHH! One mo' 'gin, OHHHH! Mic check one-two one-two Can anybody hear me? Soul to keep, if I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to - uh Follow me c'mon, uhh, yeah

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