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SOULFLY lyrics - 3

Seek 'N Strike

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Here we go...Another day, another strike Here we go...It's the living sacrifice Here we go...Against your bullshit ways Here we go...Against your false pretend Here we go...Another day, another hour Here we go...Take back the power Here we go...I'd rather die on my feet Here we go...Than keep living on my knees Here we go...Another day, another strike Here we go...Jumpdafuckup and fight Here we go...Another place, another tribe Here we go...No, we won't take your bribe Here we go...Another day, another night Here we go...With this music unite Here we go...Another freedom fight Here we go...God bless me inside Seek 'N' Strike Seek 'N' Strike Strike Here we go...Another day, another strike Here we go...It's the living sacrifice Here we go...Against your bullshit ways Here we go...Against your false pretend Here we go...Another day, another hour Here we go...Take back the power Here we go...I'd rather die on my feet Here we go...Than keep living on my knees Here we go...Another day, another strike Here we go...It's time to react Here we go...Yeah we come full effect Here we go...Attitude and respect Here we go...Another day, another Night Here we go...Protest and survive Here we go...Yeah soulfly tribe Here we go...It's time to arise Seek 'N' Strike Seek 'N' Strike Strike

The Madness

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
[Verse 1:] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life Getting twisted almost every night My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White I'm not the marry type I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons To the great, soon to see me right on Madison Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face I'm out the world just like a lightning in space The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes [Hook:] This is madness, certified madness Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage [Verse 2:] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp We eat steak, wine and chees plate Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate My feet slide just like a hockey player Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair Sucky sucky, happy ending shower Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence Polo fitted with a leather grip [Hook:] This is madness, certified madness Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage [Verse 3:] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore Hop in the whip and go for breakfast Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix I'll feed her coke for a dick suck Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck) This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man My eyes are open like an owl though Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough But if I die before the hour go Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina Cop the work then they bagging coke Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go Master flow word now so I got cash to blow When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over

Born In Sodom

Dying Fetus
Born, a human life into this world. Dead, the sad result from disease. A century of sacrifice is lost in greed. In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees. Chemical children are raised in the streets, Their whoring mothers begging beside. In prisons the riots are breeding resistance The starving all seek to be fed. A shit-city built on the backs of the poor where the real world is buried beneath. While tourists and business, partners in greed devour the fruit of the land. Starving and dying, assassins surround to kill them. Praying for something or someone to set them free. Life in Babylon, post-A.D., defined in terms of what can you do for me. The world outside is full of rot, so walls divide the burn of acid air, and black-cloud skies. Death squads are crawling the city, in search of the worthless to fill up mass graves. Corrupted and careless, degrading all life these cops are the killers, well-trained. Millions of people stand dead at their feet, begging for mercy denied. Breathing pollution and slaving to eat, they're humans, but empty inside. Rise, out of the slums, they seek to fight, fight to defend. Nothing is left but a future of death. Awaiting the poor, who starve just to breathe. Breathe in the air, now they shall be reborn. How can you think that our world is so good? The red, white and blue blinds your eyes. When everything's fine in your white neighborhood, who cares for the dying outside? Forced to rebellion, uprising they're tearing through the walls of confinement, uprooted The promise of a third world resistance, the power is overtaken. Nightfall in Sodom, it's burning. It's time to bring it down. Now the time has come at last, to give back what they demand. Just a chance for life, and peace far away from famine and disease. Power has changed across the world now, It's just the money that rules in Sodom today. And the bastards that run the corporate plan, will be choking on their blood when the masses make them pay.

You Played Yourself

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya So what brings you backstage in this theatre? Oh you're in the crew that plays first I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts I bet you got a demo of your work right {That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy? Well word up, good luck tonight And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer No you can't bring your fans back here Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact Keep em in the alley out back behind the club And drop the attitude Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude Keep rapping till you get discovered But better believe it's last time we ever see each other [Hook (Every second line spoken)] Cause you played yourself Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man? You played yourself They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ You played yourself Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus You played yourself Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word [Verse 2] New York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand I just want to move around and keep it versatile But tonight some kid took it personal I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout? With your middle up calling me sell out Then security rushed him like a gang fight Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right But they wasn't listening to Slug I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck So I finished up my set then Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him And there he was, mad and drunk So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug [Hook (Every second line spoken)] Man you played yourself Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk You played yourself I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old You played yourself Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man? You played yourself Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans [Verse 3] Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope) You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate Look around, you see all these women? They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism The validating game is degrading Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings I'm getting too old for the trap Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid [Hook (Every second line spoken)] You played yourself Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before You played yourself You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans You played yourself Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine You played yourself Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!

Human Bondage Den

ADAM ANT "Vive Le Rock"
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni 0 lucky lucky me I can live here in luxury Can't answer your simplicity You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den And try to make a man of me Oh never never let me go The flaming flesh that wonder hole Where violence equals zero You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den Beef cake and custard to a big hero Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room So kiss me quickly who'll oblige? So come along now don't be shy Don't be all surface no insides You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den So swear the heat in baby No neck ties Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Hey ho strike three Action stations I'm ready Hey ho strike four My durango supercar Hey ho strike five Wake up now its time to die Hey ho strike six Flopnik kaputnik Hey ho strike seven Kissing at five, necking at eleven Hey ho strike eight Decided to co-operate Hey ho strike nine Gonna have us a crackin'good time Hey ho strike ten Flowers, bullets, zen and zen

Born To Fly

SARA EVANS "Born To Fly"
I've been tellin' my dreams to the scarecrow 'Bout the places that I'd like to see I said, friend do you think I'll ever get there Ah, but he just stands there smilin' back at me So I confessed my sins to the preacher About the love I've been prayin' to find Is there a brown eye'd boy in my future, yeah He says. girl you've got nothin' but time But how do you wait for heaven And who has that much time And how do you keep your feet on the ground When you know, that you were born, you were born to fly My daddy, he's grounded like the oak tree My momma, she is steady as the sun Oh you know I love my folks But I keep starin' down the road Just lookin' for my one chance to run Yeah, 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird I will blow in the wind like a sea I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams And I will grow up where I'll wander wild and free Oh, how do you wait for heaven And who has that much time And how do you keep your feet on the ground When you know, that you were born You were born yeah You were born to fly So how do you wait for heaven And who has that much time And how do you keep your feet on the ground When you know that you were born You were born to fly fly fly fly Hey Ooooh, ooooh

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