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On the train Watchin' the rainbows (thank you windows) I mean, it's all the same to some But that cityscape makes me numb Walkin' the wire between firewater and water - I'll take the tap Still managed to end up thirsty the day the nursery collapsed In my hand I hold the plumage of a buzzard Somethin' for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric) I may have just saved your children There's an inborn tendancy tellin' me to grip that sickle The pirate tyrant breathes, feed on your precious little pixels I interviewed the sun, he said the future's lookin' bright I interviewed the rain, he claimed the sun's truly an asshole I'was suposed to interview the snow today but of course he flaked So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant place Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter Yet amazingly crafted by seperate scissors I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?) Half my time is herded toward little lost causes Half my time is spent pluggin' these leaky faucets An' I'm here to pose inquiries I'm here to draw a fork in the road and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise But can't thread the needle without consultin'apprentice present. I don't really know you (I don't) And I dont' really care (I don't) Can't judge a man's dignity by the wattage in his stare Maybe that team's be that vagabond you love to kill (?) But I really ain't got time for the motherfucken guilt. Chorus: I'm gone and I best believe I'm leavin' Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening Now I haven't exactly been embraced by the populace Set sail upon the seven deadly seas of the annonamous I'm gone, and I best believe I'm leavin' Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening An' I'm diggin' a tunnel to where the sun'l never shine I've got my book I got my dream I've got myself an' I'll be fine (My time) is the day before the day the earth stood still (My time) is the day before the soldiers fired at will (My time) is the day before the hunter made his kill My time to find a mile before the valley meets the hill I'm an archer Partnered with a farmer's board of appetites (?) Sweetalkin' a rasping down to a mere flashing of badges Prototypic landscape staged every step of my well-oiled collective workhorse with prose and attention festive. Wait. What about the captivator? I am the product of skeleton dancers voice crooked scattered amidst blue fields of firey bliss tricks (?) Where disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate brave child Where expentant slave smiles at the stick in the painted living God, if I could offer maintenance to fantasies I would I'd place the button in the city square for everyone to push You see my mission's responsibilties range across the board Until I'd rather be a pen than a sword I swim a cold lake, make no mistake, I was not ready Your legendly outta shape, made the company look messy (?) (Sorry, well sorry) Honestly take it or leave it Just let me know so I ain't beggin' forgiveness thoughout the evening. Basic locomotive with a whistle and caboose Tryin'a pull my cargo 'cross the map without a boost Brasher than more ways in ten years sturdy bird construction (?) Help the smokestacks puff until the morn, dream torn Chorus: I'm gone, and I best believe I'm leavin' Packed up my belongings then it's off into the evening I've knocked upon every little door that comes about I'll sweep ya porch if you can spare a couple of breadcrumbs and a couch. I'm gone, and I best believe I'm leavin' Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening This turning in my sleep is getting old and older still I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I will.

Lunchroom Take-out

Arsonists "As the World Burns"
Scene: talking in the lunchroom cafeteria [Swel Boogie] So you wanna battle me, you wanna battle me bring it Don't talk to nobody bring it to me, if you wanna battle.... [GR8 Scott] Whateva' kid stop trying to show-off.... [Swel Boogie] Who's you first of all?? nobody knows you up in here.... [GR8 Scott] Whateva kid, don't matter who i am.... [Swel Boogie] I'm Swel Boogie, whos you?? yo Q give me a beat He wanna battle me, give me a beat Q.... [GR8 Scott] You ain't nothin' kid, you a ugly muthafucka, say your shit kid.... [Swel Boogie] Come on super belly, fat man.... [GR8 Scott] Whateva' fix your teeth, see the tooth fairy.... [Swel Boogie] Looka here we got fruitcakes in the house, yo check it, check it beat: Q-Unique beating on the lunchroom tables freestyling.... [Swel Boogie] Man please, come on you just a bitch tryna flip And I can tell your nervous, why you got a twitch in your lip Cuz you ain't got nothing for me, you corny, I know you saw me Hitting up your moms, cuz she was horny, and it was forny, funny [GR8 Scott] Shut up dummy, learn how to speak That's why your girl and your moms told me to sperm on her cheek Now you done did it, try to battle me and you got calm looks You 'bout to come get burnt like all the food that your mom cooks And then one minute later, your gonna end up on the floor dead You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune And you supposed to be the illest nigga that rhymes in this lunchroom [Swel Boogie] Like everyone in this lunchroom including you better beware i'm the best Just from looking at you, I can tell your mom's got hair on her chest Cuz your eyebrows connect and their so long your lips will feel it I'm on some shit that when i flipping...... [GR8 Scott] I got that shit that you can't deal with, see you need me to save you You know why?? cuz you don't have a flow, your breath smells like a platano [Swel Boogie] HOLD UP ASSHOLE, don't be tryna cut me off, cuz you soft And, that's the second time you did that, ima send yo ass to the north Pole where its freezing, and its come on, bad for your health Somebody pass him a tissue, he's drooling on himself What, come and get it, your debted than somebody with aids I'ma play you like spades, hang your ass like dreads or braids You don't want it, if you did, then your ass be a fool I'ma embarass you so bad, your gonna transfer to another school [GR8 Scott] Embarassed never that, i'm too dope, hell yeah And you ain't going no where but the lunchline or welfare You ain't even passing your classes, your brain is rusty, oil it And you couldn't drop no shit, if you was sitting on the toilet You ain't nothing, look at all the rhymes that you be hitting with My little sister burned your freestyle, my freestyle burned your written shit Soon you'll be in denial, and you're not gonna recall That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up You need one haircut, plus about 33 shape ups So go ahead and laugh at him, and i'ma come and take props I'm the magnificent M.C., that's why they call me GR8 Scott [Swel Boogie] Why's you tellin' me your name, your friendless You ????, you gotta ???? and you call him your princess You a ????, you cheesy like a dorito To get higher than me, come on you gotta smoke weed yo Fuck battlin', i'ma whip yo ass you punk To battle me, you don't need a mic, you need a asthma pump Money grip, when i come around you seein' the bombs You a pervert, jerking off the pornos of me and your moms Money you wack, and umm I think its best you pray You the type to get beat up, even if it ain't freshmen day Come on man, ahh come on, I ain't scared a ya You so poor the only time you eat is in the lunchroom cafeteria You ain't even graduating, opportunity doors will slam in your face You been in the school so long, you'll take the janitors place Money grip, and you talking about my hair, look at your dumb curl I'm surrounded by females, you don't even got one girl [GR8 Scott] You talking all that shit, and yet you still sound weak The only reason you got any girls, cuz they think you be around me Every since the beginning of battle, your best best was to run paul As this one girl told me, you went to the hospital and they cut off one ball Matter fact, fuck that, I can tell I was wrecking I'ma just leave and burn this muthafucka, eat steak um in a second talking til fade

Jesus Of Suburbia

GREEN DAY "American Idiot"
[Part 1] I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with But there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe They don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room in my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and mary Jane To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine But there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe They don't believe in me [Part 2: City Of The Damned] At the center of the earth in a parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is were your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Sign misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Sign misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care [Part 3: I don't care] I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care [x4] Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hipocrits Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the middle east We are the stories and disciples Of the Jesus of suburbia Land of make believe And it don't believe in me Land of make believe And I don't believe And I don't care! [Part 4: Dearly beloved] Dearly beloved are you listening? I cant remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time I don't feel any shame I wont apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home Your leavin' Your leavin' Your leavin' Are you leavin' home?

Incident On A Bridge

KANSAS "Drastic Measures"
(Kerry Livgren) It began in the underground, with visions of light and sound The music revealing the deepest passion Around us a river raged, still I knew that the scene was staged Awaiting the consequence, I don't believe in accidents (Chorus) It's all too real, all these things we feel As the years go by, things intensify And I know, for each life there is a reason And I know, for each time there is a season Now the bridge leads on, to a brighter dawn It's waiting for me We were tied by a bond of fate, in our hearts we could feel the weight Carried along by the winds of fortune The outcome was never known, and our purpose was never shown. 'Til everything fell in place, the words on the wall we could not erase (Chorus) Each piece is arranged, the puzzle's complete Victory's taste is so bittersweet No regrets for the time that was lost For it all comes out in the end And the prize is worth all the tears that it cost For the stairway you ascend Drawing us near It's where we belong The world has a lot to give, but it's worthless if you don't live And life only comes from the one who made it When I look back and see the plan, when I retrace the race we ran The course was so clear and true, each bridge that we crossed led me straight to you (Chorus)

The Angler

Gary Brooker
(Brooker) The search is over, the battle done The fish is beaten, the angler's won But simple stories make longer tales No consolation if he had failed Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole Coyote and rattler had made him old No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline Between health and madness, the way he bides his time Fin to fin in every log-jam This is where they lie The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black They're eye-to-eye My oh my what fun to be on your own Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal And golden chances, he let them slip away Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? They really nailed 'em on the deadline This is where they lie Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye My oh my what fun to be on your own But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high he tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold Fin to fin in every log-jam This is where they lie The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black They're eye-to-eye I see why he spend his time on his own

U Better Recognize

Dr Dre "Dr. Dre 2001"
Sam (Dre): (I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so, well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild. But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper, did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah). Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps), making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah). So peep game, best believe I love my peeps that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise, so open your eyes, I think you better recognize. Dre: (Sam) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x) Sam: (Dre) I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah). From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?), them build up enough Luther by keys. No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right). I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7, you can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o, when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm). Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter, now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory, with the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story. With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise, because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize. Dre: (Sam) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x) (Think you better recognize) (2x) Sam: (Dre) Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy, so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity. Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz, hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick). Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing, it's time to earn truth to the game human being. I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine, cause I'll incline with the mastermind. I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose, cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze. And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam, I can't be faded Sam-am. Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers, cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight. Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo, thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots. I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies, all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize. Dre: (Sam) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x) ¡¡

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