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NONPOINT lyrics - Development

Hide And Seek

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Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding. Counting makes the only sound, while I wait for hours to be found. So much for making up rules while we're playing. Who cares about the rules anyway They're for mindless fools and child's play. This time, yeah this time. It's my turn, it's not your turn. Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding. Ready or not. Why should it make sense Why are you so unspontaneous And why does your way sound the same as yesterday. So I'll shift and bit again. Draw a mark on your skin that turns you the color pink. What exactly will they think of you This time, yeah this time. It's my turn, it's not your turn. Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding. Ready or not. Why are you jealous, over bearing, verzealous What for Is it the lost memory of all those games with me All those games you played on me... Counting helps the hiding, but what I seek I'm not finding. Ready or not.

Counting Out Time

GENESIS "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway"
The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place and began to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first romantic encounter. I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give me guidance! O Lord I need that now. The day of judgement's come, And you can bet that I've been resting, for this testing, Digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Found a girl I wanted to date, Thought I'd better get it straight. Went to buy a book before it's too late. Don't leave nothing to fate. I studied every line, every page in the book, Now, I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look. This is Rael! I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9. - still counting out time, got my finger on the button, Don't say nuttin - just lie there still And I'll get you turned on just fine. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Touch and go with 1-6. Bit of trouble in zone No. 7. Gotta remember all of my tricks. There's heaven ahead in No. 11! Getting crucial responses, dilation of the pupils. Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip. Whipee! (Take it away Mr. Guitar) - Move over Casanova - I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy, Please don't slap me, I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail. I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress, I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. Erongenous zones I question you - Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.

They All Get Mad At You

ATMOSPHERE "Sad Clown Bad Winter #11"
Once upon a time there was a concept Someday we can all skip the nonsense Work hard let the rewards connect and Maybe we can soup up all the trash off the front steps Silly man he believed in that ethic Seems planted the needle to the wreck Its in the plans that he set out to perfect But every few steps was a thief with a message Who speaks up for them half nights Lets seperate the players and the mascots Little miss success is a back dropping You kind of look like a jack pot Give me what you got or get got Aint no getting off at the next stop Dont get caught with a wet top I thought the best shot was the best spot, guess not They all get mad at you so see through Not much they had to do but read through Turn off the attitude they need you No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x] Now keep your defense up right, No choice but to be tense up tight, Not one type baby ever just might throw shots at your body, character even love fight But why they gotta turn them wheels in? Try not to hurt them feelings But burn pride or burn that ceiling In between the search and the curse of the dreams, man Girl look at how they stare at cha Pass judgement to gather their chapters Come back the year after the happily ever after And i wonder what the world'll look like from their ladder And now you had it up to right there Hey mama put the kid back in the high-chair Act like you care that life aint fair, nah let them finish up their nightmare They all get mad at you so see through Not much they had to do but read through Turn off the attitude they need you No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x] And when they open up them cracks you gotta overreact It dont stop it just seems so relaxed You know they never cross over them tracks With a scarf like that they keep pullin you back Is that really how it works now? Is they hurt style even worthwhile? Return it with a smirk or a smile Take yourself off the dirtpile when you had your first child Its too easy to call it envy, everybody wanna be all they can be Graffiti makes them feel so heavy but they all get friendly when your walls are empty Its always the same approach, they just want a little fiend to hold You cant save they soul, so just chase your goals Let em hate far away or let em hate up close They all get mad at you so see through Not much they had to do but read through Turn off the attitude they need you No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x]

Damn Right

Dres "The Sureshot Redemption"
bad bitches countin doe baggin rocks crazy vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed we was poor as kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew other niggas find the style hard to chew talkin bout we too wild and that's emphatically true so don't cross us....or you'll be on the ground countin losses for rea; every nigga I know will peel a motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and, damn, there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever. Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments for my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters - or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us - and lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood will often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells - names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see down the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that conspire to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete - I'll turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots become graves - and strays fly in the air like they was Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons in rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now, who be talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin talkin what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP THE SCRIPT AND GET CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY - ON THE DAILY

Imperial Tyranny

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violence Begets Violence"
[Verse 1:] I'm disgusted and dissatisfied, I don't need to fucking advertise I'm a thief, I don't read the fucking classifieds I like beef, I don't chitchat and fraternize With police, pastors, or rabbis I'm one of the bad guys, I never apologise I don't just walk around with rocks and pocketknives When it comes to homicide I'm not occupied Murder's like oxygen to carbon dioxide I don't know a lot about science and chemistry My enemies take a lot of time and energy When I'm not shooting I get iron deficiency And I don't wanna have the guys look at me differently I would rather have a gun than an epiphany Can't really rely on tricks and wizardry When I get irrational, that'll be practical Niggas don't believe shit it's serendipity [Chorus:] Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that [Verse 2:] Y'all in the presence of divine science We don't subscribe to y'all theory of non-violence I rule with an iron fist, I define tyrants I went down the wrong path, that's despite guidance Yeah and y'all are soon to bleed And I'm from the house of wisdom Haroon Rashid A goon indeed, ras-clat, Junior Reid Y'all overstayed y'all welcome, y'all refused to leave Refuse to see that the universe is deathless I define rhyme with divine mind efforts It's grind time, I design rhyme methods It's high time y'all enshrine my records And I don't know why y'all would fuck with the team That's like standing on the block with no junk for the fiends Pazienza is in love with the deen I would jump in front of bullets, shed fucking blood for my team [Chorus:] Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that [Verse 3:] I know what violence begets, timeless regrets Silently sweat bullets when you ride for respect Rivalry met with the vibe you'd expect Four-pounder makes you flounder only live on the net You know the Internet thuggery, Internet fuck with me Long enough to see my company sucker-free luckily Paz heard me then scooped me, spaz early [?] Clash [?] smash [?] The last rapper to move me Ras Kass what he doing Rap after the blood bath having a movie Gats strapped to my blue jeans, [?] Backpackers with Uzis, Black Sabbath and Kool G Point made like I'm sharper than the shit Stab wound where you think you sharper than you is Charlotte's Web with the kids, only time we talk to pigs I ain't talking courage when I say you getting jigged [Chorus:] Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that

Just Rhyme With Proof

PROOF
Eminem Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town Proof Eminem ft. Proof ....Then You get done up in chalk Yo.... Eminem We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ? Ready to hold it steady....Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you're a girl then you're my world...And I will kill anybody... That means... you, her or him It doesnt matter cuz I'm Eminem And I'm Slim...I'm also slim and your future's Whim Proof Ha ha....don't stop D-12 y'all...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots than that group H-Town (Booo!) Everybody tryina tell us to wait now You look dumb as fuck...Like Puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha) Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit and liftoff Here it is we bout to rip off Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot Emzy... Eminem Speakin of lift off.... I'm blastin off...your ass is soft...so I'm startin to jack off Cuz I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley... The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly Couldnt remember it cuz I was Infinite And I met ken Kaniff in Connecticut He said his predicits and pronouns and wanted to throw down And he said I like you...and then he walked up and said let me snake bite you And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe... Gave him a elbow...Ayo Proof ...go.... Proof Yo it's the D to the 1 - 2 What you wanna get done to... Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is... Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit Y'all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof Knockin over Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time for those that dont know us Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky Come against me... Eminem Go and see I'm an invincible Mc If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me That you're doper than me...which we'll hope You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide (wide, wide) Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries And still missed it I got a fuckin mental illness a gentle stillness... Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew And......smoke brew ? You don't smoke brew... If you do I'll choke you and then I garauntee I'll out smoke you You're crew's a joke too and i can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you.... Proof Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock) Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(it) So don't get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shit) Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock) We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now it'

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