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MANIC STREET PREACHERS lyrics - Gold Against The Soul

Nostalgic Pushead

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One two three four five six seven eight I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's Alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God They dig the new scene and their parties Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth We follow we have no voice the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God So cool the new sound of the decade Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing old pictures blowdried Rebellion it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favourite port But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Some god

Radio

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
[Announcer] Many, many moons ago Jurassic 5 Began their quest To put real hip hop on the radio [Akil] Now here's a little story that must be heard About the brother with the word sounds so superb It started way back with these emcees Now here's a little somethin on the history [Zaakir] I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three R to the A-P-P-I-N Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen At the same time breakin tryin' to come on in But I was already in since way back when One-nine-seven-five, the saga began R to the O-B-O-T-I-N Eighty-one I was P-O-P-P-I-N One-nine-eighty-two D-J-in Eighty-three it was all about Run-DMC man A gangbanger taught me how to break dance then The same year I picked up the pen And wrote my first rhyme and got that feelin And now I'm here in the flesh still dope still death Tryin' to get my song (rockin on the radio) [Chorus] The summertime yo we would hang out And talk about the new jam that came out And from the way the beat was laid out And all the emcees had turned the place out And we would say our rhymes to the beat Right but we never indulged in the street Life and now we all good to go J5 is rockin on the radio [Akil] Yo I was an inner-city nigga in my room I'd sit Poppin off quick cause I could sing a little bit with my hi-top fade and matchin outfits But once the record hit it's like listen to this Hip hop is the reason that a brother evolved And I was so involved I ain't gonna lie to none a y'all By the time I started rhymin in the late eighties The drugs in Cali was crazy [Chali 2na] Nine-teen eighty Nine's the number this is the summer On some get rich come up Quest switch the drum up Invested some of my best years because of Then I repped with some of the best kids that done it My love dates back to show, that's incredible Brothers who lack revenue spent on they back several Times It made me know which way to go And now (Jurassic is rockin on the Radio) [Chorus] The summertime yo we would hang out And talk about the new jam that came out And from the way the beat was laid out And all the emcees had turned the place out And we would say our rhymes to the beat Right but we never indulged in the street Life and now we all good to go J5 is rockin on the radio [All Together] I got my mind on back in the day The style a dress and the records they play Reminisce I got somethin to say Check it out cause it went this way cause it went this way [Mark 7even] The year was eighty-two and the block was froze When I stepped out rockin burgundy shell-toes A fresh mock-neck and some new Lee jeans Add a pair a Gazelles and well you know what I mean DJ Red Alert and Mr. Magic had static Over Kiss FM and BLS which one is the baddest Brothers on the block was doin the Wop While the cars drove by bumpin real hip hop The vibe and the feelin was oh so real We held it oh so dear so brother don't go there Fat Boys Cold Crush Force MCs All showed me how to really be a real emcee From the Yes Yes Y'alls to the Ladies say Ho I can't believe my jam is (rockin on the radio) [Akil] From the Yes Yes Y'alls to the Ladies say Ho I can't believe my jam (rockin on the radio) [Chorus] The summertime yo we would hang out And talk about the new jam that came out And from the way the beat was laid out And all the emcees had turned the place out And we would say our rhymes to the beat Right but we never indulged in the street Life and now we all good to go J5 is rockin' on the radio J5 is rockin' on the radio J5 is rockin' on the radio

The Beat

ELVIS COSTELLO "This Year's Model"
We're all going on a summer holiday Vigilante's coming out to follow me. Heard somebody say they're out to collar me. Anybody wanna swallow me? It takes two to tumble. It takes two to tango. Speak up; don't mumble if you're in the combo. On the beat, on the beat. Till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.' See your friends in the state their in. See your friends getting under their skin. See your friends getting taken in. Well, if you only knew the things you do to me. I'd do anything to confuse the enemy. There's only one thing wrong with you befriending me. Take it easy. I think you're bending me. I've been a bad boy with the standard leader. My neighbor's revving up his Vauxhall Viva. On the beat, on the upbeat. Till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.' See your friends walking down the street. See your friends never quite complete. See your friends getting under their feet. Oh, I don't want to disease you, but I'm no good with machinery. Oh, I don't wanna freeze you. Stop looking at the scen'ry. I keep thinking about your mother. Oh, I don't wanna lick them. I don't wanna be a lover. I just wanna be your victim. I don't go out much at night. I don't go out much at all. Did you think you were the only one who was waiting for a call On the beat, on the upbeat. Till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.' See your friends treat me like a stranger. See your friends despite all the arrangements. See your friends Nothing here has changed. Just the beat.

Steaks And Shrimp

UNCLE KRACKER "Double Wide"
Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons The super saggy rags and the white trash connection No flexin, huh, know what I mean You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin That shits free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It's all good times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin Don't blink and don't think we're soft Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all shops Puttin stops on crews They get confused and lose, that's what we do Styles stem from pioneers Leavin suckers in awe And you get jawed for lookin queer Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all You get balls, you come and talk that shit But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I comply by me And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause I make more papers then trees See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria You fuckin with Top Dog Your fuckin with family No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand clear You see me in my Lincoln I'm in the clubs drinkin Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin You can check me, but that shit don't slide You can get your life took tryin to take my pride You ride with who, man that shit ain't big I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money Detroit to Portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you I'm all about the everyday nothin at all See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon I might sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishi' and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed I dissed everybody and their mom for spite Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites Your talkin loud, sayin nothin Get you dad, get your cousin Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates I do big plates eight times a day The crew be livin large at the seafood bay Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love with everyday that passes Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary I'm a very shy simplistic And get this, some people say I changed I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name A little extra game and extra cash could see You could fuck me, but don't put it past me You wanna bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons I ain't a punk, I refuse to be I live for what is, not what used to be Your all up in the past, that's ass Hear what I say I'm all about today and I'm a die that way Bitch

Musical Massacre

Eric B. Rakim "Follow The Leader"
How could I keep my composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure? Release, then veins in the brains increase When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are explodin And the mic that I抦 holdin抯 golden Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction The outcome is there so listen Here's the brief description A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust Contact is compact when I bust MC's are now in a massacre A disaster a... master at fashion a beat to death To a pulp, till it can't pump Speakers aint sayin nothin Now the ball can thump As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn Then the stage is took then Havoc struck that could product a whole court Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin? Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker What you oughtta do.... is pick up a tempo From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so You start to kidnap I watch the kid rap When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner You won't be inclined to go so yo Maybe later, you're gonna be But for now, you're almost one of me Now the immature imitations taken from originations Made by tracin and a little arrangin So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe after A roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacre Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet Like a storm, you could rain...but a riot Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno The beat's gonna burn so Distance I kept, ou better watch your step Volunteers go from here and get Ya out of the flames Appreciate the temperature change Anywhere within the range of celcius Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not James Brown must a been dusted Disgusted, now he can't be trusted Embalmed with fluid Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin in Time was up, so I don't need a time bomb Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool But I was cool, like one in the chamber Lets play a game of rhymin roulette And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout One mistake... ya out If this imitation it can't be the same show Maybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times We gone, or the story won't end the same And you'll feel the flame The potion was weak, make another antidote Whats the science? why can't ya quote? Elements for musical intelligence rhymes are irrelevant, no development And that settles it Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast From the master that has to make musical massacre

World Of Entertainment (W.O.E. Is Me)

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
Well, here's a little something for my people in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children Armed and equipped with much confidence and this is how we're gonna make our living Some are known for bein' biters non-creative and wack rhyme-writers Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam known to the world as a one-hit band Easy come, easy go, yo you had your turn temporary niggas touchin' up your perm You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz Yo, A rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit An entertainer ain't tryin' cause he already is [Chorus] Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment where life imitate art and people get famous Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement where lights, camera, action is the language [repeat Chorus] We was rockin a jam the other night J5 was on the mic so the people was hype Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion the crowd started screamin 'Action Satisfaction' Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire We brought the energy and streetcar named desire We was flippin, they was trippin, how we was old schoolin' needle to the groove, hands in the air movin' and we said to the crowd 'This is the place to be, whether you paid a fee or you got in free' So when you step through the door, the music gets loud Manuever through the crowd to get a better view now [Chorus] To be an MC, you got to be so fresh to have style and finesse way above the rest With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry street poetry in tune with the beat So if you think you got the skills come take a test microphone check if you truly are blessed If you can flow like water and can comprehend you need longevity in this game to win Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes Cause some of these people ain't got no class and some of these folks'll make you beat they ass If you can believe then you can achieve get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans to be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so [Chorus] Welcome party people, while we got your attention There's a few things we'd like to mention The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5 we rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified We got 2 DJs controlling the beat and vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet We're the four horsemen, with words to caution expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and the fellas saying 'ho' and the ladies losin' they mind and the breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin' the cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction Brothers using no tactics to make it happen the rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it [Chorus 1.75X] [cut after 'Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement, where..'] [samples: 'lights' - 'camera' - 'action!']

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