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Jaruzelsky

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Jaruzelski General Jaruzelsky je imenoval 31. General Jaruzelski hat den 31.August avgustza dan dela in miru. zum tag der Arbeit und des Friedens ernannt. Poudarja: Er betont: OBLAST DI E MACHT JE MORDA NESIMPATIC'NA, MAG VIELLEICHT UNSYMPATISCH SEIN, A EDINA NESMRTNA POT SIE IST JEDOCH DER EINZIGE MIRU IN UNSTERBLICHE WEG DES FRIEDENS STABILIZACIJE! UND DER STABILISATION. (Jaruzelsky General Jaruzelsky pronounced 31 August as a day of Work and Peace. He emphasizes: THE AUTHORITY MIGHT BE UNSYMPATHETIC, BUT IT IS THE ONLY IMMORTAL WAY OF PEACE AND STABILISATION.)

Future Shock

Evil Dead
Fighting for what cause? to them it's unknown The sixities brought peace and love, with homage to Vietnam The seventies was Watergate, three-mile island the tragic fate The eighties We build our A.R.M.S., public scandals in Iran The nineties you can be assured, bombshelters for the weak strong. Another bombing, another hijack, We'll never get our hostages back, brutal murders 'til the end Atomic safety, non-existant, Chernobyl's burning, We won't miss it ... radioactivity in their brains Dumping toxics in the sea, Governmental heigharchy, Killing creatures, extinct breed ... No emotions We must face, rise of the synthetic race Building empires - demonic power ... The social class claims Democratic, slowly fading to phlegmatic Computers rule, now We panic ... Prepared for battle, been sold for slaughter, Say goodbye to Son Daughter, The Future; a dying matter ... Want to live? The choice not yours, You've become prisoners of war, Apocalypse is now at hand ... Inflicting torture unjust to Man, merciless killings, Throughout the Land, the holocaust - alive again ... A CALL TO ARMS WON'T HAPPEN HERE WITH AFGHANISTA AND LYBIA nuke 'em all, make 'em glow! The whore of the beast, ten horns from the East, Hail from the skies, cracking the Earth, The walls of the Cities, crumble to dust, The Nations witness the final blast, Prophets of rage, in the last age, Maybe We'll learn from Human remains ... solo: Gonzales The politicians' dug our grave, for mocking war our lives we gave, The time has passed to make some peace, the guilty minds now ruled by beasts', The World we know, does not exist, no sign of life, THE FUTURE SHOCK In Armageddon none survive, the Human race can't be revived. solos: Gonzales, Garcia

Priesthood

Killah Priest
Intro: Killa Sin P.R. Terrrorist Yeah yeah one two check it out yo 5 stages of consciousness right here You got your conscious yeah know I'mean word up You got your sub conscious You got your super conscious You got your magnetic conscious *Various talk by both* [Killa Sin] Yo I forever stay ready dunn money run gun under the pelly kind of heavy Pretty pearl tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps you've got a tab on the line and I aint got no time for no bid See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, i'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My dude is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend *martial art sample* [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assasson] Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of novacainne In your death you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the clip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continousCause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the proof And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under firment This black man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops Mother fuckers

Deadly Melody

JEDI MIND TRICKS "A History Of Violence"
[Hook: Block McCloud] When you're fallin' into this tomb It's like you're crawlin' into your tomb Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies Once the wraths get a hold of your soul It's like you're trapped and there's no way to go Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies [Jus Allah:] I don't have the bot to care It's off; it's my cross to bear Lost the cross I use to wear I am cost to wear Partnership with darkness, we're an awesome pair Soul position, wall facin' in office chair In the depths of hell, death for sale Where blood propels from the cells And every EL is extra L It's hot here; hear the sears from the drop tears It's an opera to the ears of gospel fears Hot careers grotesque slow deaths Here is where I am noblest and over sexed It's a whole mess of loneliest, no regrets Unholiness, corrosive mental roll of decks I know uncertainty, personally, murder uncourtesly, merciless Soul save haven, open up my swollen heart The whole greater then the sum of it's broken part [Hook: Block McCloud] [Vinnie Paz:] I'm your worst nightmare, tho reversal of Christ here The only thing you're figurin' is a shadow and knife glare Me, I ain't the type of mothafucka to fight fam Pistol grip, pump chainsaw and a pipe here Y'all are pussy watered down like a light bare I don't run from it, I embrace it, I like fair Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I invite fare Call me leather face, mothafucka I'm right here Call me any other person that's an evil killer Pazienza punches pilots - call me Jesus killer Call me Richard Ramirez because he spilled venom I'm Mark David Chapman before he killed Lennon I will study on my lessons when the Earth is seedless You're like Judas Iscariot when he murdered Jesus The way my operation works is like a surgeon thesis I'll drink the period blood of a fuckin' virgin priestess [Hook: Block McCloud] [Demoz:] Maserati Mazi, it's the D E M O Z Nah homie you can't control me, I pop slowly Thinkin' you know me, slough Only niggas is starrin' hard like I'm lookin' familiar If you don't owe me I ain't lookin' to kill ya Still the smell's too funny, the plot thickens A lot of you die snitchin' Ligament's missin' and illiterate niggas die hissin' Why would I wanna trade my soul for ya riches And noose the devil I neva break the rules of the ghetto From borough to borough I rep the most thoroughest city Philly The livest, rhymes pay homage, cause I'm a survivor, you lyin' Demoz, either you love me or hate me Hug me or snake me, lately I've been behavin' like I ain't got a baby Maybe it's the way my lady treats me, crazy, shady thoughts Run thru my head by the minute but still I play my part Peace to Arie, peace-n-peace Shit my piece of work is not peace or nothin' Frontin' if I'm bringin' peace to Earth [Hook: Block McCloud]

Dallas To Houston

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Reveille Park"
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes She was so precious, she was so bout it I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it I'm S-P Mexy, girls think I'm sexy Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy Now I'm in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo I'm in the hotel, smoking that godel Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king I'ma sag my jeans, down to my knees Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please I'm so alert, boys getting hurt Step to the S, I'ma let my gun squirt I got to roll with the K and no in That's the dang home of the SPM Oh my lord, it's such a pretty day I love the D-Town and I think I'm gone stay This for my Raza, I got a beer panza I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them down hard on the mic I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike What's up to Maria, she from Handuras My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists I'm in my room, rolling up ganja My mom's in the kitchen, rolling up masa The whole metro plex, S-P Mex My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X I'ma pop one, guess it's time to get wiggy Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux Ask me if I'm fucked up, pretty much Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch Let's jump in my bathtub, bubble suds I can see with my third eye, birds eye view I got to sur-vive, so true We roll with the tech nine, teflon This sign at the time man, all wrong My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place You talk shit, but never in my fucking face Holler back if you can dude, murderer But I've only killed a hand fool, early yeah I was drunk and was on caine Now it's seven a.m. it's been a long day I'm just trying to go to sleep, but I can't though I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor I just want to shoot in every direction But I can't cause my kids is upstairs though I look in the mirror I see Carlos That's the cat that done lost all his marbles I'ma go to the kitchen make some nachos But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes I got the new benz plus two cheves On 19 inch choppers they don't make twenties Enemies oh yeah man I got many I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny I'm a serious nuggah, Old English chugger Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her See I'm the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon Thick bitch, the only way I like them She suck my dick but I'm playing on my trike Weave out of line, so refreshing Man they try to get me for some weed possession I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas, the rest of y'all is ladies Y'all should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas I'm making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's [Chorus - 2x] The hood is the hood man It don't matter where you from or what you claim You still get your motherfucking cap pealed Fucking with this tight circle that my click built [South Park Mexican] I'm with the Marco on the dang radio I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow See I got to get it, I'm super like unleaded Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid In my new crib freaking down a college student Original gangsta, Houston I'ma thank you Peace to my mama and my guardian angel I'ma get a pager, I mean the two wayza I'ma hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia I'm a hell raiser, from what the dang south Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout Peace to northeast in the what jail route Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing Ain't no way that SPM could be a human being Thugging and I'm g-ing, my car is European Got enough snow I could probably go skiing I'ma throwed dude, aim and i shoot In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute Man what's the dealy, hold them make them gilly In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy See I'm just Los, that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V X to the Y and finally the Z Man that's the end, S-P to the M Fin to go um, just ride in the wind

Pitchin' Pennies

Common Sense "Can I Borrow a Dollar?"
Hey C.S. man, umm Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior C'mon man, gimme somethin man! Common! Ah-heh! Let's Make a Deal, pickle I'm pitchin penny dimes and nickles You couldn't sell a sticker, on the tape your DJ tickles I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like, I was to keep you suckers all waiting My tub I rub-a-dub it with my rubber duck I play with those quack MC's, someone's been sittin in my chair And I'ma wash that crank right outta my hair Shampoo but, I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self You're buggin buddy doin somebody nosin don't know yourself Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae Deesy Dirty and Don Tanean Haste makes waste, so with the case is how my day begins Hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the hostpial with a G-O Word is bond when I was born, and I took a breath I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def Respect to Chico Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome Poo-da, Ba Ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some Time for get me drunk, Stu and more my cousin adulay Fuck the bitches who dissed us and the hoes who wouldn't give Rash' a play I'ma play, and which way, until I get my new props Peace to Ricki Love the rockin shot to all the beer spots The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker To those who I forgot yo I'ma blame it on the liquor That's my nigga list, to those who I missed my ass you can kiss I gotta piss

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