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ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI lyrics - In Case We Die

Do The Whirlwind

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She said you'd given up, Your folks told me you should be left alone, on a mountain top knocking the aeroplanes down with stones. Do the whirlwind and carry the hope that stings all night long, Don't abandon him 'cause he quivers when he hears your song. Believe me, it's safe to see, At least be confused about right and wrong, Plan to settle down, Over the moon under the sun. Do the whirlwind, and shotgun the seat that beats (beats) Hanging on to the one you love To keep, keepin', sleepin', dreamin' on. Folks given up under the quivers and lines, You do the whirlwind, Don't abandon, Get a handle of yourself, son (Ohhh... ohh ohh ohh ohh...) (Do the whirlwind, do the whirlwind...)

Abandon All Hope

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock)... [x16] Is a love such as that which I exhibit for my practice The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and robes, Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globel Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly?, feel this... I carve a notch in my wall for every stall every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall! Drunky peasants, honor the shifty Megatron presents Slug a bolt one ceremonies of merit turned blood sport (Uh) Voted hella high seas, I freeze your mega dumb company Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCED Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin' Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind When a pack of style mimics, see my brains target the cluster I advance clutchin' the mic like, bully to knuckle duster And a scent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend Fuck a badge, light a bonfire, dance a jig around a pig Figurin' yea, I'll lend a plan on leaked fame trackers Using only the finest in post-modern terrain mappers Once my brethren disperse... My God, you'd think the heaven's touched the earth then Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse But I don't, confide why to choose me. Bored, lasso down Polaris, let the glow amuse me OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies, Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes... It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell, Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics... Now someone's approached the roach, shaking like snow-globes Other sort safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah) Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me See, there's a time when... rhyme and... Pain combine can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like Picture your imagery embellished with the hellish aspects of the swarm's forlorn facets Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perennial tenants discouraged in Discussin' my four-season flourishing, Uh! Surgeon purging poetic lead poison Poised, in ploys to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride I'm a, animated style machine in a veening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction From ducks in my carnival to vipers in my garden You flash identify bottom genus species and class start to chuckle... Buckle the architecture til it fell through. Kill the survivors, then raise the dead for shock value By the time the pending settlement's fully negotiated (yeah I'll...) I'll have put aside a few to get myself situated So like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like "Boo" Radley Radically we consume the Colonel Kurtz in our platoon soon enough That's one bluff call, toughens the searcher Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting I live for the moment of truth when Big Willy rapper ackgnowledges failure and states 'Goddamn my shit is trash' 'It's time to let go', the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo: 'Heartless kid, hollow compartments' Be we the people of the united, starving artistic Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union I'm clueing into the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations It fucks a little with my brittle gift I tell myself 'Stay' (Stay)... up high make a mockery of sun, and moon, and star 'til they hand over the sky My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is Invade the town while village elders holler 'Who the fuck's this?' He hip a cats, agravated trudge through the muds Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood Rugged serpentines climb, pebble the rock Let your pretty, pink cloud nine expectations please you not I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop Rock, mic bizarro. Proper application of the soul by my standard. Candid once position from which instigations spawn And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like... Abandon all hope y'all, abandon all hope, it's like Abandon all hope y'all, abandon all hope...

Concrete Schoolyard

JURASSIC 5 "Jurassic 5"
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear You add water to bone And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the sucka mc's die before they've begun Well I'd like to know if You've got the notion Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit I'm all about the beats and the lyrics So when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference we persevere The purpose is clear We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe You're lurking in fear Cause we take it back like robbin loxly Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel Its not about the bills That's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah... [Chorus:] Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic [2X] Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China Just to get the right blend Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats pull out your cuts Give us a mic, whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum [Chorus 2X] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attach' Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say when MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah... [Chorus 2X] You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent When it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman On Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the similack My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick it I represent the real From the beginning to the end of it

The Man Comes Around

JOHNNY CASH "American IV: The Man Comes Around"
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse. There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around. The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around. Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come. And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around. Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around. Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come. And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.

Tony

JOHNNY CASH "Johnny Cash And His Woman"
This is the story of Tweedle-O-Twist And a cowboy that I knew named Tony From Blithe Fresno ol' Sant Joe Washoe go rodeo Pendleton Santa Ana Baker Bozeman and Burley From Chambers to Payson Rapid City to Akron We'd sing just to ease all the hurts that we gained A bandage to wrap the aches and a few turns of tape Held us together and stopped the blood stains Well sometimes we'd draw bad and the stock wouldn't buck And there was times when the luck wasn't goin' our way But a credit card that I'd found would get us to the next town With just a switch of his Montana plates I remember at Evanston when a bull broke his arm And we had to make it on into Beulah the next day I broke out the CB and the only doctor Tony seen Was me and a can of ether There in the Beulah shoot gates And it was at Louisville that I went down in the well And a suicide wrap I held in my hand The clown just shook his boom while I dangled near doom It was Tony that saved my life then Then a year from that week we pulled up at Mesquite Where I drew number twelve from the herd And Tony my side kick pulled Tweedle-O-Twist That bull's famous from Prairie to Evansburg All right now cowboys kinda clear the way Let that ambulance through there let that ambulance on through Looks like a pretty bad wreck out there folks Hold up folks we go one more ride left down there in the shoots Wait a minute it looks like they're turnin' ole number twelve out So that's all for today folks I'll finish the story of Tweedle-O-Twist And the cowboy that I knew named Tony From Sterling to Abilene Loveland to New Orleans I've got a new partner travelin' with me But I never could explain why I called him the wrong name When I get drunk I call him Tony And sometimes he'll ask me why I pass Montana by You know at Butte they got money But that's where I met him my side kickin' friend I've got more than enough of his memories For down in Mesquite there's a cowboy sleeping Where bulls ain't a buckin' ain't a buckin' ole Tony

G.O.L.D.E.N.

JIN "Jin Presents: The Emcee's Properganda"
that hot shit... ah we got that got shit.. woah we got that hot shit.. oh we got that hot shit.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. lets take it back to the basics.. cos face it.. nowadays its all about the beats.. lyrics are wasted.. simple minds get nothing at all.. im saying what do'ya think the rewind button is for... if i was your A&R every verse be the kind.. you're a grown man, why you kicking nursery rhymes.. fooling the public with the rubbish you create.. hoping they wont notice it beneath the AO8s.. its a shame that your tactics are affected.. it seems like listeners are not as selected.. djz, drop this and let it blast.. bet you anything the first question they gon ask... is that a neptune track, uh uh, uh uh.. is that a timbaland track, uh uh, uh uh.. im saying who did that.. im saying who did that.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. i can rhyme on fast beats so ones that tell us slow.. better yet no beat check the acapella flow.. you got beats for the streets, beats for the clubs beats for the ladies, beats for the thugs.. top 40 beats get it across the nation.. underground beats dont make it pass college stations.. some beats are worldwide, other beats are local.. most beats arent even hot until i lay my vocals.. i got love for this self, they holding it down the day.. but dont these crunk beats all sorta sound the same.. dont care where its from, long as the shits hot.. i need a beat, the 5th element of hip hop.. is that a neptune track, uh uh, uh uh.. is that a timbaland track, uh uh, uh uh.. im saying who did that.. im saying who did that.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. pre got the shit sonicly mastered... thats why his 1st album the cronics was a classic.. hip hop is pre most drum kicks.. resalace 36 chambers with karate flicks.. swizz is known bang on the MP.. but the beat prolly get your ass banned from tv.. havocs like give up the goods or he gon take it.. alcumus came through on some we gon make it.. i bet bow wow didnt even know.. when the role beat drops everybody wanna flow.. kanye got some classics under his belt, but since he started rhyming he keep his shit to himself.. wish i had the budget to get up with just blaze.. prolly cause a couple grand just to use the phrase.. sometimes you just wanna to hear street knock.. a little bit of night wonder maybe some beat rock.. get a many fresh bit if i ever start blinging.. or mario winans if i ever start singing.. psyke... but biggup to all your producers.. mark my work, golden child is the future.. is that a neptune track, uh uh, uh uh.. is that a timbaland track, uh uh, uh uh.. im saying who did that.. im saying who did that.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. its the G.O.L.D.E.N and the emcee back at it again.. oh damn girl your ass look nice, my rims look big, and your ass look nice.. damn girl your ass look nice, my rims so big yeah i had to say it twice..

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