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THE STREETS lyrics - Original Pirate Material

Sharp Darts

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Sharp Darts Spitting Masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand Or do you need an interpreter Now my style is distinguished All fires are extinguished Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this I'm a scientist Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis Make your analysis, ever heard a beat like this I walk the beat like a policemen No karma pedestrian In 500 years they'll play this song in museums I'm the bold adventurer UK's ambassador Holding up Excalibur Your beats are inferior Don't wanna embarrass yer So call yer solicitor The jury voted unanimously against ya! Sharp Darts Spitting Masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand Or do you need an interpreter This one's fat like yer mother Contains enough calories Resonating all your favourite frequencies I've got a worldwide warranty Satisfaction guarantee If you ain't happy then just Send it right back to me 'Spec to BC It's time to fuck loyalty One day I hope to earn some hard royalties From a bit of sample robbery Rook burglary, noise thievery Or wholesale piracy So watch yer back, I'm inclined to sample I'll dismantle and make you all examples Sharp Darts Spitting Masters Spitting darts faster Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger I'll reign superior The pressure blows the dial on your barometer Do you understand Or do you need an interpreter

Caught In A Mosh (Live)

ANTHRAX "I'm The Man"
Why don't you listen to me when I try talk to you Stop thinking of yourself, for just a second fool Shut up, shut up, I don't wanna hear your mouth Your mother made a monster, now get the hell out of my house Can't stand it for another day I ain't gonna live my life this way Cold sweat, my fists are clenching Stomp, stomp, stomp, the idiot convention Which one of these words don't your understand? Talking to you, is like clapping with one hand What is it? - Caught in a mosh Don't tell me how to do my job There's the door, your name's on the knob You're always in the way, like a beast on my back Were you dropped as a baby, cause brains you lack What is it? - Caught in a mosh Think - before you speak Or suffer, for your words Learn, to give respect That others, give to you The best you can do Hey Man, I'm trying to reason but you don't understand Talking in circles, we'll never get it straight Just you and me in our theatre of hate

I'm The Man (Censored Radio Version)

ANTHRAX "I'm The Man"
"Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit And we don't care for writing hits The sound you hear is what we like I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your..." "Socks!" "No man, what's the matter with you?" "I'll get it the next time, I mean it..." "Charlie, beat the beats, the beats you beat The only thing harder's the smell of my feet So listen up cuz you might get dissed Go drain the lizard or take a..." "Chair!" "Damn...watch the beat!" "I'm on your case, I'm in your face Kick you and your father back in place Step up sucker, understand Don't you know, " "I'm the man! I'm the man! I'm so bad I should be in detention! I'm the man!" "Shut up!" "We've got real def rythyms and fresh new jams And ya think we got egos but we're just hams Scott plays stickball and likes to skate Frank is never on time he's always..." "Sleeping!" "Late!" "Drink the drinks, the drinks they drank I put my money in the bank They cut their crack, they offer joints We don't do drugs, do you get our..." "Meaning!" "Point! Point! Watch the beat!" "I'm on your case, I'm in your face Kick you and your father back in place Step up sucker, understand Don't you know," "I'm the man! I'm the man! I'm bad! I'm so bad I should be in detention! I'm the man!" "Shut up!" "For a heavy metal band raps a different way We like to different and not cliche They say rap and metal can never mix Well all of them can suck our..." "Sexual organ in the lower abdominal area!" "No man, it's dicks!" MASTER! "Fart the farts, the farts he farted I pick my nose cuz I'm retarted Like El Duce says "smell my anal vapor" And wipe my butt with your..." "Face!" "Toilet paper! Yo, watch the beat!" "I'm on your case, I'm in your face Kick you and your father back in place Step up sucker, understand Don't you know," "I'm the man! I'm the man! I'm bad! I'm so bad I should be in detention! I'm the man!" "Shut up!" "So, as this rap is winding down It's plain to see we wear the crown You know Anthrax is number one But we don't care, we just wanna have..." "A festival!" "Fun you stupid idiot!" "We are the kings that all shout hell We're like a diamond that is forever And will remain the hardest ever" "I'm so bad, it's a crime"

Me And My Monkey

ROBBIE WILLIAMS "Escapology"
There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face) He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas' I said 'no' He said 'that's where we're gonna go - you need a change of pace' And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grand of mine We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said 'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've got a monkey bed!' Me and my monkey With a dream and a gun I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand why he did what he did Why he did what he did We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores 'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they'll rock your world' So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain singing 'bout lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine 'What's up You'd better get your ass in here boy, your monkey's having too much of a good time!' Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey Don't point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey Like Billy The Kid Trying to understand why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores, he couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my monkey I couldn't be sure It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun 'My name is Rodriguez', he says with death in his eye 'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey's gonna die!'

Contents Unda Pressure

Tha Alkaholiks "Likwidation"
Verse One: J-Ro I'm the beer rational outta national My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey King Tee-la the host wit the most, Im coast to coast like Aunt Peela the Cowboys beat the Steelers so nigga where's my $50 boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee In this game of rappin your ass will never win and let you play b-b rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10 who need to come join these words like conjunction a friend before I bring the end to your bodily functions when I speak I go deep, like when I'm stabbin it You comin up empty like your Mother Hubbard's cabinet Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply Example is the school of mankind niggaz so peep me you Range-Rovin, Tommy Hil and bustin glocks while I'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks and the A-C is broken, no jokin we got the worm witout the coke-in the fuckin DAT machine is smokin The pizza still aint here, we out of beer and I think this motherfuckin engineer is a queer and my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money) AWW shit Chorus Contents under pressure, contents under pressure I hope for the best and expect the worst get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse Verse Two: Tash Ain't no describin the way that Tash be feelin when he's vibin be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment dont fuck wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables that some niggaz stole while I was at a meeting wit my label cuz Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown while Im off that Royal Crown gettin party at the Atmospheric wit the 40's and the Hennesy to get yall in the spirit so bounce to the lyrics of the noble Likwit warrior get the stress out or try to maintain like X and Gloria poundin your surroundin stuffin at you from the Liks styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks so read my tag and weep, while I drive you off the deep wit the Alkie style that rock you and made Quantum wanna leap cuz Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles Chorus Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced wit a bitter beer face, (a 40) naw a whole case wit flows like these, we not your average MC's we be the drunken masters of ceremonies these rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon put I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon in order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin fresher Contents under pressure.... And there ain't no tellin when we bout to explode like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold we gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold more than half a million know these beats got soul we still under pressure, thats my motivation to let this drunk technique leak thru out the nation Im stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep and no roll in the studio cuz I know this shits gotta blow When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck We only battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck Cause if I take ten steps and turn around I'll destroy ya Cause my style be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La Hoya The crew you got before ya, Tash the top gunner so try to stay on float while the current pulls you under Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin wit skills they couldnt teach your ass at Cal State Fulleton I'm in the zone like the Bulls at home wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures Wit the Hennessee and Coke tryin to deal wit life's pressure

The Coolest

JADEN SMITH "The Cool Cafe"
It's the coolest of the coolest It's the smoothest of the smoothest It's the crudest and the rudest of the stupid kids Mr. Vicious with his misses Blowing kisses to his mistress And his misses blowing riches like some hooligans I wasn't tripping I just listen To these women when they sipping on them juices They say "Jaden yeah he's too legit" And I be flipping cause they slipping And they dipping in the pool they saying pool And they be drooling cause I'm super rich I might be tripping but I'm living how I'm living I'm fourteen I'll be forgiven So forget it bro I'm moving in I don't care how you be getting all offended Cause I'm taking all the women Well I'm sorry bro I do it big So just listen when I'm spitting It's the realest that you getting Of these writtens if you messing with the stupid kid But if you isn't never get it Cause I didn't mean to push you If you want it and you need it girl then come and get it Yeah It's the coolest I'm the leader of the leaders on the leader boards We be winning when I'm spitting I don't need the score I just eat you like a cheetah and it's getting boring Spitting bars check the blogs if you need some more MSFTS in this man what's the deal Me, Moy and Matteo yeah that's the trio About to get up on the stage cause we feeling ill Chilling with ebony crew depending upon how I feel Yeah Cause the youth is taking over Baby you can cry up on my shoulder Sixer season ticket holder And my flows are only getting colder And I told yer Click That there's no other Please you ain't messing with my Cs in the Suburbs Getting beats from Ace everyone knows that's my brother And teachers tell me walk but I really rather hover in the jamfest It's the coolest It's the wanna be ghetto kid Yes I'm about to level with All of my homies, all of my fellows It's crazy Man you messing with the MSFTS Man I doubt that we gon' settle it That's because lately I've been sipping on a soda And I'm chilling with a hottie and she's really into yoga My baby Love notice what I wrote her And she kiss me on the lips every time a joker show up But they see Just a bunch of kids who don't know what love is And think that we should wait 'til we get older Huh maybe But I'd rather swallow throw up Cause I'm chilling with my girl and I doubt I'll ever grow up But you know what? They ain't gonna slow us up We the youngest, we the ones that know what's up I'm an alien my flow is just so up-ductable Conspiracy theories never go as up I'm done

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