KING CRIMSON lyrics - Beat

Neurotica

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Good morning, its 3a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in the diner crossing the street swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza and over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill, its a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet. . . the stench and the noiose, yes, yes, the howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he's getting a good reply. . . Arrive in neurotica through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming herds I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery I have no fin no wing, no stinger no claw, no camouflage I have no more to say . . . Say . . .isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there look at that bush baby mud puppy noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling star-gazer spoonbill and suckers they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica. . . so long. . .

Tha Business

MC Eiht "Last Man Standing"
[EIHT] Geah (hey) Bitch Get down like you live, hey, uh Get down like you live Geah Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a Rag 5-0 Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a Tight-ass click Rolex Presidential Filled with diamonds and shit Who pull the licks straight Pound after pound since '88 Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay' Federalies can't harm me Black-ass army in Armani And they still Can't see me Cause I'm - paper down Fiends to keep happy Never - fuckin frown Mr. Tony the blacker baron My bitches in G-strings covered by Donna Caren Mr. Tony never leave ya: bye bye! Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly Cristal everybody drinkin' Bitches ain't gettin' in if their pussy stinkin' Check it out You know tha business, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player niggas That's out for dough Getting money 24 Lil' Hawk fo' sho' Geah [LIL HAWK] Peeping my nigga We fucking hoes by the dozen Walking around This muthafucka too buzzing ??????? drink posted in my hand 'Cardi and Dom Cause I'm the muthafuckin man Step with a stroll Little Hawky too cold On speakers that's ???? I play them ho's on the low You know How the shit be going When we be blitzed High as fuck And now them hookers sucking dicks [DA FOE] Aha aha, I needs them muthafuckin millions on the West So I can roll in a Benz And have a big Lex On top of the world Is F-O-E When I'm lettin' your ass know this is C-P-T 4-4 Mags keep niggas tight When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype Hustlin' is how a nigga make move For the business, my record blow up faster to Triple You know the business [EIHT] You know tha business (geah) you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player niggas That's out for dough Getting money 24 Big Nasty fo' sho' [BIG NASTY] You see tonight we gettin' deep In Gucci and Armani Gator boots and Boogie suits With the button from Versace Diamond down is a must And a considerable part of our gear from the ???? princess cut To the 6 pound studs in my ear Hoppin out of the two-tone Rolls Killa ???? on my toes, got me Steady hollerin at ho's, this niggas cold and it shows Diamonds shining These beggars steady blindin Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin' Who smoke weed the most? Cristal when we toast In J-Boogie coats 300 foot speed boats Smokin' pounds of yay Nigga we guzzlin Courvassier Girl these Nasty and Eiht And these mobsters don't play Get down like you live [EIHT] Hey Geah (we ain't fakers) You know tha business Get down like you live Geah You know tha business, bitch, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player niggas That's out for dough Getting money 24 Ah ah, fo' sho' Best stay the fuck up out my pockets Cash flows to blast off like Rockets Anybody sippin' Cristal - I ain't trippin Cause the papers to burn Tommy Hil from head to toe With the heads to turn Jet boats Bitches in bikinis with life coats Max in the Isles of Hawaii Or the alpine slopes Fur coats keep the bitches smilin' A little diamond Keep the pussy for a little while and I'll be gone Mr. Tony street tycoon Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey) Basketball court with a olympic pool Big screen, Sony Play Station geah, that's kinda cool You wanna max? 7 digits on my new contracts Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - Nautica slacks Y'all know who's the macks And bitches - this ain't no game Cause ain't a damn thang changed And the names stay the same Get down like you live Geah Get down like you live ho' You know the muthafuckin business Eiht Hype, mob town and we outta this bitch Geah

Killah Hills 10304

Genius "Liquid Swords"
[Killah Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, and Grey Ghost ] (...the skill of Shaolin) RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass* GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels? *Ol Dirty singing in the background* [Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels] RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here Peace, Starks what's going on baby? Yeah everything is lovely over here. GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at? RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me GZA: You got soul, R B, classics? All that shit right? RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now Grey Ghost standing right here. Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you. Aight thanks. *phone clicks* GGh: Bobby Steels. GZA: Huh? RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you. GGh: A pleasure. RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned? GGh: Everything is working out, very nicely. Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? GZA: Be nice to have a little breeze. Breeze on by fuck the cops. RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit! RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... GZA: The fuck outta here! GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? GZA: Fucking hell's bastards. RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost -- Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? GGh: I know no such person. RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? GGh: I don't know who you're talking about. RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird. GZA: Life of a drug dealer RZA: The fuckin guys is comin GGh: Do you believe him? Killah hills 10304 Restaurants on a stake-out So order the food to take out Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from Tony Starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote area, we label Dead Man's Island Two hundred miles South from Thailand Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up the scene I use less men, more powerful shit for my team Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist He set bombs in bottles of champagne And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key in his left leg, even underwent surgery They say his pirate limp gave him away As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano A smash hit from Sammy Gravano here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent Photographs of they wives takin baths Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe Take it or commit suicide First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria I want they small intestines ripped from the interior I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica Four hundred barrels of ether Two hundred pounds of reefer and fifty immigrants with fake Visas Life of a drug dealer Killah hills, 10304 The saga continues

The First Big Weekend

Arab Strap "Week Never Starts Round Here"
So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday as usual with the canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound Bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her Shouldn't have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches... There was only one car going so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night - everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe. I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up. Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went to the park to look at the toon, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the toon. Big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool. Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of beer in time to watch the Simpsons - it was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street. We went up to the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her She's probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or something. I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares...Matthew says I should cut down on the cheese. Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it's officially summer. I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown - ⌦ã'²ã¬°1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town. It's officially summer.

Judgement Day

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
First.. there was the collapse of civilization Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why I like the death I *LIKE* the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon.. (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pawn shop gun Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun.. Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day

Hope

ANATHEMA "Eternity"
I was not put here by anyone in fear I came alone as me Just an idea in a long chain of discovery Surrounded by the same you Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea And I die in a thrashing curse Sometimes we are kind More often, I doze So far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt alive in the searing heat of the desert of my dispassion So far removed, I never hear the water 'Cept once or twice a month when I see a mirror And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here Let alone those that are not I'm trying to change my direction Ours is pathetic in my own humble estimation I love the planet The great benign she-wolf Benefactor Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time She'll leave alone to you When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there In your reflection I think I feel you But I will never know As the swallows leave And the children grow I wanted to live forever The same is you will too I wanted to live forever And everybody knew When I caught you there In tomorrows mirror I thought felt you Jump out of my skin Throwing oil into My blazing memories Filling empty footsteps I was standing in I wanted to live forever The same as you will too I wanted to live forever And everybody knew As the falling rain Of the northern jungle Hanging droplets on the leaves Bombards my brain I hear you Across the room A sea of daffodils spring into bloom You are the mist The frost across my window pane And again She moves her body And her whispers weave And the world spins And tells me that I'll never want to leave As I think of you From this dark century I will always be With generosity That we both may share The hope in hearing That we're not just Spirits disappearing

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