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48 May lyrics - The Mad Love

Into The Sun

Original and similar lyrics
Your Mind Is Ticking Over The Voices Inyour Head. Walls Are Getting Closer. The Enemy Is Dead. What Have We Become - Pictures On The Wall. I Used To Think About The Times When I Could Talk About It And Walk Into The Sun. Forgive My Interuption. The End Is Getting Near. Your Body Cease To Function. The Brain Has Disapeared. What Have We Become - Letters Never Sent. Are You Counting Backwards Keeping Up When Things Go Wrong Time To Change Your Tactics, Time To Lead Not Tag Along.

Evil Streets (Remix)

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Intro: Method Man] Spark that shit up and lets fly Oh my people Heyyy Ohhhh Ahhhh Hooooo Eiiii Heyyy [Verse One: Sticky Fingaz] I'm a hoodlum A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen I got no morals my mind is in the gutter KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter Soak you when you least expect it Before I met Russel I only had a jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These Evil Streets got a mind of their own My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back I grew up selling crack And learning to drive a car jack I got street smarts and I use intuition I can spot an undercover with my x-ray vision And if anybody test me out there They gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed [Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never] Its all about the next caper The cocaine, props and acres For the sake ah Snatchin the green paper Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight The news highlight When the next shit don't go right Its so tight its blazing A nigga squeezed hayz in got 'em geezing for a runner Then the plot thickens On point like Rod Strickland Clocks ticking Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking Hitting they stash And murdering like and expert Cover ya tracks And conceal that dirty shit [Chorus: Method Man] This is for the gun Triggers The noise bringers This is for the gun slingers Bell ringers The bootleggers And every day bangers And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin' [repeat 2X] [Verse Three: Sonsee] Its all about the $50,000 cars Dice games and ice chains We out of the average niggas price range Rings and Remy mixed with Henny Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity This nigga had mad deco Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow All you heard was the gun echo On a dead nbight I get my head right Running red lights no headlights Pumping Buddah in a black Benz Pulling out Mac 10's Its just the smell of fucking cigarettes Broke niggas with assed out Took 2 puffs and passed out Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin amped him up I guess thought it was hempacillin Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin' Aye yo JB hit me one time [Verse Four: Method Man] Its the Blaze that be Johnny Not many shots can do that ass raunchy Lyric to the muzak we rolling Watch out for the niggas that be holding Raunchy fucking up your colon Of course its Tical Verbal assault We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York Some talk While other individuals walk In my square tryin' to hide thoughts Spreading lies in my ears Got me questioning my peers That be show and prove they don't belong here I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records skipping My competition gotta keep me at arms distance I know myself onion head niggas don't listen I shoot the what Got no time for that wiz bitchin' I'm about to blow in 5 seconds The clocks ticking consider this another mission impossible as he gets hostile Uncut blowing up your nostril We There Come on take another if you dare The reason why its so raw cause its real I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin To the day I die I represent the Grimy niggas The ones who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger The down and dirty Johnny fill Niggas [Yeah] [Chorus 2X]

Cut Here

THE CURE "Join The Dots: B-Sides And Rarities, 1978-2001"
'so we meet again!' and I offer my hand All dry and english slow And you look at me and I understand Yeah it's a look I used to know 'three long years... and your favourite man... Is that any way to say hello?' And you hold me... Like you'll never let me go 'oh c'mon and have a drink with me Sit down and talk awhile... ' 'oh I wish I could... and I will! But now I just don't have the time... ' And over my shoulder as I walk away I see you give that look goodbye... I still see that look in your eye... So dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy All the silly frilly things have to first get done In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june Until later... doesn't always come It's so hard to think 'it ends sometime And this could be the last I should really hear you sing again And I should really watch you dance' Because it's hard to think 'I'll never get another chance to hold you... To hold you... ' But chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done In a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long Until later... I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time I could've had that drink - I could've talked awhile I would've done it right - I would've moved us on But I didn''t - now it''s all too late it's over... over... And you're gone... I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you so much But how many times can I walk away And wish 'if only... ' How many times can I talk this way And wish 'if only... ' Keep on making the same mistake Keep on aching the same heartbreak I wish 'if only... ' But 'if only... ' Is a wish too late...


ESHAM "Closed Casket"
[Dead Boy] Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes [Esham] Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made Sometimes I really feel like I just can't deal with the pressures of life So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain't nobody scarin me I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that Once I catch a flashback Snap and that's yo ass Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga You gon kill a dead nigga Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought Nine dead bodies and I never got caught Walk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines I don't sniff lines .45 slug to my mind Sometime I feel I'm on the flatline Man I need some therapy [Dead Boy talking] [Esham] I'm having suicidal thoughts Brain cells dead from the coma My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten Seems like you forgot Man I took one shot Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot Got no love when I was a toddler Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn Once again it's on .357 chrome plated to my dome Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing If you knew me you would know that I be flowing Dead boy killa,guerilla stilla illa chilla I'm going out of my mind on the realla my nilla Man I need some therapy [Dead Boy talking] [Esham] So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic In my maggot brain All types of things happen,insane I can't explain how I wonder let me take you under With this suicidalist ain't afraid to die Who wonder why I think this way So we all gotta die one fuckin day Ain't no way I'ma say I love you now Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how Now you hate what you create wicket mind state Gotta date with death and what's left's my fate Fuck tomorrow no sorrow I live today And I don't give a fuck about what you say I'ma ride this suicide this I decide this Life I live All take no give And if I take sum back then I must be wrong But dead men don't sing no fuckin songs I need some therapy [Dead Boy talking]

Edward The Confessor

Divine Comedy
I'm so sorry Please forgive me For knowing that I'm wrong but insisting I'm right For wanting everything to be either black or white For wallowing in self-pity, confessing all my sins For studying my thoughts till my head caves in For all the things I've said but regret so much now For all the things I should have said but I couldn't somehow For all the times I've meant them And I've known them for so long But I still get endings wrong I'm so sorry Please forgive me For trying to be all things to all men For shelving my objectives time and time again For looking for perfection in everything I do When really I need only look as far as you For demanding to be loved by someone who Then dispatching quietly over a pint of beer Well yeah, I did it without malice And I did it without shame But I did it just the same I'm so sorry Please forgive me For coming home from work in the middle of the night For waking you up with the bathroom light For wanting to touch you with these cold cold hands For wanting to have you just because I can For always running from an argument When I ought to stand and fight For suppressing my emotions 'cause I'm too goddamn polite and then for thinking that by simply saying sorry I could suddenly make everything alright I'm so sorry please forgive me... I'm so sorry please forgive me...


Hey listen don't you let them get your mind Fill your brain with orders and that's not right. They're playing at a game that draws you closer Till you're living in a world that's ruled by fear. Always takin' baby out that's o.k. What they're givin' maybe it's out of phase with me. Told you one you're never gonna win the race Same old no tomorrow kicked in the face. We are screaming, screaming for vengeance The world is a manacled place. Screaming, screaming for vengeance The world is defiled in disgrace. Tie a blindfold all around your head Spin you 'round in the torture before the dread. And then you're pushed and shoved into every corner Then they lead you out into the final slaughter. As the sweat is runnin' down your neck All your praying for's to stop your body breakin' up. Oh your heart is pumpin' gonna soon explode Got to fight the horror of this mental load. So you wait it out and bide your time Rip off that straight jacket gotta break that line. Everyone who wins in the great escape Leaves a thousand more who suffer in their wake. I don't talk about it but that's alright Table's turned now there's a revenge in sight. If it takes forever babe I tell ya I can wait Send them screaming back through their hell's own gate.

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