MANIC STREET PREACHERS lyrics - Know Your Enemy

Miss Europa Disco Dancer

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Miss Europa disco dancer Feel the drug of your persona Miss Europa disco dancer I'm in heaven when I see ya Miss Europa disco dancer Favourite son and favourite daughter Miss Europa disco dancer Suck - suck - suck up all of your power So serene, the world turns blue Heads are spinning - it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty Miss Europa disco dancer Brutaly becomes a no hoper Miss Europa disco dancer Had your luck and had your chances Miss Europa disco dancer I never reached the supernova Miss Europa disco dancer Wake up drunk and then fall over So messed up, the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away So serene, the world turns blue Heads are spinning - it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty So messed up, the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers

Heart

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound, Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton, I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart." Man, I'm telling you some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart, man. Serious man , motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers man, these motherfuckers have no self respect. Don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow.. And then to top it off, these motherfuckers, they don't have no heart to their music, you know what I mean? Sound like little girls and shit.. If you respect yourself [Repeat 5x] [Slug] Do you-- Now, it's started off rather basic, Just some small scale davilin confined to the basement Never knew I'd grow to this full time user Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to have fun And only got with a crew because it seemed natural to have one Capture the life in the form of the grip around the mic hold it Right like a love hold it tight with plight fortifies my Existence reinforces my position in this course that I'm sticking to my path now I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it's about in my last breath Pull the toxins in, and I bet death's about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some, I'mma do my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)] You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better [Slug] Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain and get up off your Head kid, I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefners Now, I'm about to put a (Slug) in Show business and if everything goes right, I'm leaving no witness I hold this inside the chest, so big it hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party Shits quit to lace the track with substance for all the young guns that's really listening At the functions so you can love it or leave it, fuck it or keep it, either way I'll be here trudging through the deep shit I've done well over hundred cuts and gotten the feed back of love From some of the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitting never stop rippin' you gotta be kiddin' shit He's on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul? I'll make them all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers Rock the show let 'em know that it's more then a career goal Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo! [Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)] You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better [Slug] Let a, piss rapper step to this captain get up off your head kid I'll bitch smack Hugh Hefner emcees please excuse the "U's" and "P's" but I grew up on BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs I don't believe you should hold a mic and rolled up with a bus full of friend that think alike I'm having a hard time trying to keep it simple just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit, catch a licking if you lay back passive bastard It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, art imitates life than most of it it's wack y'all You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides they probably won't dig me 'till I've died Die.. [Repeat 9x] Dead, ha..

Freeze

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the left with a face full of death. We slanged out fang mouth bang out now. This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl. Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it? Same scape as the walls crawling with paranoia's plaintiffs. The robo-komodo promo Zen patience a-alike to this jittery drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw? Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease? Evolution is a leader depleter, seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware, once complete you might not want to be there. Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber. Lost and fond in a smitten kitten's incisors. They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a purple heart compartment. Marched a burgundy carpet alarmed and far to parched to bark it. Lil' Abner. A real firecracker. Grows to throw 'bows with vehicular hijackers. To eavesdrop plots cops hired a wire tapper. That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder. Took drums over to deril' to once over the line tones. Punch toothy ticks 'til they find homes like three ruby clicks. The roof is on fire where snoopy sits right now. You should have shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth. [CHORUS] Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose. For the disease that grows underneath your toes holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed. It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down. Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down. This is a never dug disco defamation of dog and pony grappled out chincey, chipping Leo Da Vinci phonies pushing kill of hill bloated. Nobody got you. While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more than docs and soccer moms. Now before you kick your feet up, I married and divorced mother nature after sweet-talking that old hag out of a pre-nup. This information's neither braggadocio nor secret, just know as of now the world is technically not yours, peanut. It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist. Living large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped in bacon. At night his get busy disease leakage peaketh. Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus turn peg legs to Adidas on the down stroke. And they like 'what's up with the name?' I tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask the same. But before you curfew the city and shut down every block, I'd like to say I still Aesop the fuck out of the Rock [CHORUS] This is a never dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka zonk Gepetto bred beezers. Jeepers, gee wilikers, goshes galoshes, Christ, god almighty. They tore his limbs off kilter, still the hostage moshes slightly. Hung off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded buggy facial, insect chopper biting. He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted. He saw the puddle, full color hideous monster Viking. He used to survey if the vermin dined on others like him. He found the fucks indigenous to him and awfully feisty. He grew old awkward grinch and settled into bonkers nicely. I alert vital spider works to cultivate grit, ship the bulk rate shit. Herbie the love bug drugs pulsate whips. Tie in spite for commoner idiocy and good old-fashioned biblical plague. We move units off your pagan escapade. And it's pits to the peg legged. Megas eclipse cripples so that pimp limp's wheel chair basketball when 15 minutes fizzles. Your flimsy frame marks hip-hop's second most tragic event and will 'til Jam Master Jay's resurrection and second death. [CHORUS]

Celebration

JAY-Z
[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

On The Up

KYLIE MINOGUE
"And now for our feature presentation" I guess I was in this situation and it wasn't right, A bad combination and the wrong type, I completely lost my cool locked in this state of mind. I played a wicked game, I couldn't separate the pleasure from the pain, Giving everything but getting no gain I sat down and realised that something had to change (had to change).... Then you came like a new groove over me, You make me feel like finally.... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... Ah, ah, ah!! Hot now, we could up the record and get down, I've seen my own reflection and I know now how it feels to shimmy on a different sound. Cos you came like a new groove over me, You make me feel like finally.... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! Not gonna lose it, Oh!! I, I, I, I, I....... Ooooh, hey...... Oooooh ooooh, yeah!! Ooooh, hey, ey, ey......... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! Mmmmm......you got me hot, hot, hot!! I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! Not gonna lose it, Oh!! I, I......... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! And I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... I'm not the question, I'm the answer, Not the disco, I'm the dancer! No more cold, you got me hot! Ooohhhhh I, I, I, I, I..... I'm not the rhythm, I'm the music, Got the beat, not gonna lose it! It feels so good, I'm on the up (I'm on the up), I, I, I, I, I....... I'm not the question, I'm the answer!!

No Jumper Cables

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
Burn train buffers My fancy Up jumps the boogie delivering eye jammies Walk through the muck with a clutch on a trident Never give a fuck how far Pi went You are dealing with a reborn icicle age poltergeist Uprock, sidewalk cycles stuck at the bus stop Wookie foot must not sleep Under the invaders No batteries No jumper cables Wired underagers play box cutter facelift Rock utter makeshift spirit To y'all I'm just a funny moniker with a couple of fresh records And a bangin' hand style to put the jukies On the guest list Walk for that Metal train graf brainiac Walk for them Not a limelight more to blush alizarin crimson when the multi million Tin men suck traditional rituals Out the homes of starving children And I bet they can see the city bleeding from the satellites Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly Dirty dub vamp. Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets Chewed by the tooth of livid maggots Dino DNA and cola, straight no chaser Mars attacks colorfulness I piss raptors on motherships Hazy days will stay purple Cause Cips with a Z bargain Like Crazy Eddie commercials Go Ah AH AHH AHHH network with a dirt devil Burn train buffers. Hi! Cute the way your little parasol spins. Bye! Suck my Neanderthal dick. Catapults spit. Losing the screws and bolts and all they heard's crews gulp in bulk and sulk in volts Zap! Radio m-m-m-m-mayhem, fine. Suicidal eye full of plastic nine. Bang! No batteries [etc] Come on Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables They only came to buff the name stuck the train That's a textbook page for my seed up in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple No batteries no jumper cables Choke train buffers like a headlocked Ed Koch Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries Cave painters screaming "Loosen the cuffs!" Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust Pick a lust. Limo tint stretch delorian chrome sittin on twenties Then I walk to the stouge, burning my laundry Lo Pro, fucked up jeans back at the party spinning Kane meets Flight of the Valkryies in a heartbeat. Saber tooth, catalog, city art, liturgy Ranger Ricks endanger the clique maximum efficiency And isn't that dope? The line of blind winged Pygars and how they wallow planks into the matmos. Binder bibles and a graphite prison violator with Joshua for the war gamer systems. Now the architects are rioting cause we built something different I'm like how the fuck sure shot evolution not my business? My elephant television was on. Grape soda, Grape ape, Great space coaster, DnD, GI Joe, Transformer, Herculiod, ThunderCat, Voltron, Speed Racer, Space Ghoster. Kiss the flickering images with Carroll Ann fingertips, C-4 to four chamber skips, Ohh shit... They say his eyes were spiraling back when he hit the mat Woke first words: "Oh it's like that?" Started bendin spoons and rippin arrows outa lady hawks With a C3P unit tryin to interpret the baby talk Burn train buffers Right turn woulda missed the iceberg, fine. But you don't like our kind. Do you? Junkyard Dog. Hot tin roofs cradle kittens with them sub par flaws. Rappin is my radio, graffiti is my TV. B-boys keep them windmills breezy. Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables They only came to buff the name stuck the train That's a textbook page for my seed up in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables They only came to buff the name stuck the train That's a textbook page for my seed up in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Don't get cooked by the pilot light I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight Don't get cooked by the pilot light I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight I can smell metal in the air tonight

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