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Count Raven lyrics

No Ones Hero

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There is only one truth around us today I tell you what is gonna come, it ain't no fairy tale There is a group of families that hold our destiny In pact with the darkest one, they rule the economy The metropolitan 400 they are called But in the end the 7 families rule them all Those families of evil, set all presidents to rule But they are all just puppets, the masters' favourite tools The masters of all companies you can call them too So much money it seems with it they don't know what to do For instance they financed the entire world war two Or did you think that Hitler all alone could pull it through But that occurance it is a story of its own An attempt to get the darkest one much earlier on his throne And the war against the jews it's so very clear Without them on this earth the proof of God wouldn't be here Would it ??!! You're truly the masters of evil Abomination the ultimate sin Destroyers of earth and the father's foundation You'll burn in hell 'cause it's your dream A thousand years of crying All thos fears and denyings The 7 families are here The 7 years are near Marx called them das Kapital , we say democracy God call them the devil, so many names, it's hard to see Those sick perverted assholes must achieve their goal To lose this war with Satan, and thrash all human souls Global destruction: their number one game Or is the hole in the sky a joke of the insane So let them have your money, just don't let them have your soul Live free and easy and remember what I told but you fee

The Bizness

DE LA SOUL "Stakes Is High"
Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from Get Down ) And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over music plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried Keepin it real , yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before Wonce Again Long Island on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from Down Syndrome * Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

Wonce Again Long Island

DE LA SOUL "Stakes Is High"
[Featuring Common] Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from Get Down ) And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense soul with the De La Get all them play ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh and that's the bizness hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve It's me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over music plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried Keepin it real , yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before Wonce Again Long Island on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from Down Syndrome * Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

Five Man Army

MASSIVE ATTACK "Blue Lines"
[Daddy G] Trendy wendys you know what i mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy Saw rockin the microphone and now she's calling me a honey Says I know what I want don't move with thugs We're house parties hip hop and smoking drugs And whoever's been the boss she's down with 'em She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm To avoid all complications i'll give some information About a certain location under Paddington Station 'Cause when I host my show-a I avoid the girl called lola Who's more pu-pu-public than the drink they call it coca cola I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black Is dominating as my color the massive attack Right now i hit it kick it flow smooth hit middle wicket [Tricky] I take a small step now it's a giant stride People say I'm loud why should I hide Only had a small taste so what a waste I quietly observe though it's not my space Bottom end's heavy you know we're never even People call me Tricky for particular reason I've got you see and I've got to let you know See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony My baby just cares for me well that's funny Her touch tickles especially on my tummy [Daddy G] Now who's got the microphone [Tricky] Now who's honey [Daddy G] A turbo turbo and chant with a charge Addy, Daddy G wild bunch crew at large Don't call me an officer just call me a sarge Mashing up the country planning also abroad Plan to go to America when I get a visa card [Tricky] But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't hard [Daddy G] So keep your ears glued listen to every chord Tokyo city's one place that we toured Four technic plus two mixer board Sharper than a Wilkinson razor sword [3D] When I was a child I played subbuteo on My table then I graduate to studio one 'Cos D's my nom de plume you know but 3's my pseudonym And around my neck you know I wear the sony budokan Indigo blues you got me in my own shoes The people dancing in the shape for what they make They can't lose Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical so jam me in a This is the miracle of the dubplate dub selection [Daddy G] So whether you're black white or half-caste in your complection [3D] Yes pull out your phono plug and tuck you in your phony It's started by marconi resumed by sony A summary by wireless history and only The massive attack explosione [Horace Andy] Get away with you gangsters We don't want it Get away with you gangsters We don't like it Eternal love eternal love Money money money Root of all evil Money money money Root of all evil

Run Again

AER "The Reach"
Something makes me run from nothing Fucked up more than once and Cleanin’ off my slate before I run again You couldn’t call me a saint, you’ll have to call me a sinner Comitting bigger, than 21 saying “winner winner chicken dinner,” I can’t get civil, filled with evil, evil Travels in messages from owls and eagles No flowers so freedom, yeah I’ve done wrong, I’ve fucked up Can’t take it back but I gotta face it with my fucking hands up Her hate attack is tangable Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t walk on out that door And count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest I’m not, here Not givin’ up some love is like a gun in my waistline Safety off, got nowhere to be so I make everything take time Everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths while I make my own, exploration around the world Flown, to another destination, another girl Never been that shiver down your little ass spine Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine It’s 5 AM And she knows

Mad Professor

Icp
*Giggling* (Oh, shit! He's here!) *Clears throat* (Hi.) [Ah, how you doin', uh, this is the right place for the uh furniture? Uh?] (Yeah, sure is. Come on in.) [Pretty nice place here you go. Them cobwebs are a nice touch. Uh, so that's the couch eh?] (Yeah we got some um, take a look at that upholstery right there.) [That's pretty fuckin' nice, ace.] (That's uh.. BAROO!) [Woah, you alright there?] (Excuse me, real upholstery.) [I ain't seen nothin' like that since uh shit, back in..] *Hear something hit the guy over the head* (MOTHERFUCKER! You want my COUCH? You motherFUCKER? I need your motherfuckin' BRAIN! You can't have my COUCH! What the FUCK you thinking? Now come here you big fat MOTHERFUCKER, Get on the TABLE!) *Nervous giggling* I was never popular, this I'll admit. Fuck SCHOOL. School never liked me. Cool! All the kids would always beat me 'til I'm half dead, And make fun of the size of my forehead. But that shit never bothered me. Mama and mother, they owned a lot of property. They had a science lab in the basement and that's where my free time-- Well, my time was spent. I made a mouse with a chicken head. It clucked three times, cluck, Cluck, CLUCK! Then it was dead. I made a lot of things though, Like a frog with a turkey neck. (*Turkey noises*) It was the shit! (Yeah!) But I'm still lonely, I need a homie. So I collected limbs and made me a zombie. I could have made a girly friend but fuck that, I got my girly right here (Sick noise) (Yeah!) (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (Strange as it may seem) I will make a friend for me. (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (Strange as it may seem) We will rule eternity. [So this is like, where you live?] (That's right. Why, you don't like it?) [I mean, oh my god, it's dirty! Do you like..] *Something hits girl over the head* (Shut up, bitch! Gimme your tippy toes!) I used so many body parts, it was crazy. I killed a whole bunch of motherfuckers, like what, eighty? They all chipped in on my special friend. Everything helps, even if you've got a finger to lend. Come on. I hear the other children playing outside, KEEP IT DOWN YOU LITTLE BITCHES, I'LL SKIN YOUR FUCKIN' HIDES! Stressful. This part's wack, (What?) Somehow I've got to attach this nutsack. Shit! Fuck! I'm sawin' off an elbow, Lookin' at the meter on my quazar zefallow (what?) Or better yet, look out the fuckin' window (Oh.) I see a storm's comin', It's almost time to roll. Screw the head on, come on, come on. It's the thuggish, ruggish bone. Okay it's time, hit the switch! Turn it up a hert! FUCK! Shit! Didn't work. (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor, (Strange as it may seem) I will make a friend for me. (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (Strange as it may seem) We will rule eternity. (You made me a creature, but which one of us is the horror that scares little children? Is it me, or is it the man that made me, with evil in his mind to create the awful thing that lies waiting to kill you?) (Hey.) [Hey, you call for a wrecker?] (Sure did, come on in.) [Uh, I got the truck waiting outside.. I'm gonna go ahead and..] *Something hits guy over the head* [Ow mothafucka! You do, what'd ya hit me with a frying pan or something?] *Hits guy over head again* [What the fuck.. you crazy motherfucker, ahh, that shit hurts!] *Hits him again* (Come here! Get back here!) [Man I'm gonna fuck you up, oh! You trying to kill me! He's trying to kill me!] *Hits him again* It wasn't always easy, (Hell no) Let me tell you, but FUCK THAT. 'Cause I aint no failure! I put the shit with the veins and the stuff with that... Wait a minute.. *Fart* Did you hear that? (Yeah!) It's alive! (Woohoo!) I just gotta wake it up! Hand me that Rock Rye, (come on) pour it in a cup. Give it to his ass! Wait, hold up.. Pause.. I ain't cleaning his drawers man, fuck that. Get him set, get him ready. It's almost time. Paint his ugly face up, almost like mine. I see him twitchin', I'm on a roll. He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival! Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit, And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit.. Did it work? You make the call. Shaggy? (What up, y'all?) *Mad laughing* (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professoer. (Strange as it may seem) I will make a friend for me. (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (I'm alive! I'm alive!) (Strange as it may seem) We will rule eternity. You can call me mad professor. I will make a friend for me. You can call me mad professor. We will rule eternity! (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (Strange as it may seem) I will make a friend for me. (Under the direction of) You can call me mad professor. (Strange as it may seem) We will rule eternity. We will rule eternity. We will rule eternity. We will rule eternity. We will rule eternity.

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