| Alice in Chains – Down In A Hole Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Fyi, a speedball is heroin and cocaine mixed together.... Which | |
| P.O.S. – P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| and shit, yeah, yeawelluh is right, it is come. eh. | |
| P.O.S. – P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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So yeah, the part where he talks about spare change. The line "but can't bring my father" is actually "but can't break my five up" and to be more nit-picky, the part in the second stanza is supposed to say "watch her life PASS BY in a blur" yeah. |
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| P.O.S. – P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| actually yeah, i think he says 'calm' not 'come' in the chorus. wups. | |
| P.O.S. – P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Yeah, way off. Here's what I got. …If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out… It was buried under a flask in a cart of people From the bottom of a glass all this Nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence Indulgence in Bourbon, this herb, a Twin City kid’s just disturbed I look around and see the same shit from her She could just sit silent and watch her life just past in a blur Ain’t it funny, we can sneak into our lives in a stir, Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words Everybody wanna be the next, Everybody wanna be in step, Everybody wanna fuck, Everybody want the consequence without a defense, Everybody got shit luck, Everybody wanna move to they own beat, Everybody wanna make a dent, Every girl is looking for the next best thing, Every boy is in love with his girls best friend, Everybody hex me, everybody wanna fight. We can’t stand and not burn in the sun, but can’t sleep in the moonlight, I’m right there witcha, I’m sick of my own skin, I got the clothes and the jaded grin, I’m at the bar or the coffee shop, But I don’t like drinkin and I fuckin hate coffee shops So I’ll just stop the world, it’s spinnin like a Tilt-a-whirl, This ain’t amusement, ima lose it … it’s bullshit… I give two cents but not everyone seems to have the same change But can’t bring my father, two cents? I can’t spare nothing if I’m holdin the cup. If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Just believe if you can’t see them then they can’t see you, right? Close your eyes. I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand, a fist… And it’s strained to think it might be ok, Scratch, crack, silence, fist… And it’s strained to think it might break, Scratch, crack… I live in the city like any other, We all live alone, The only difference is we don’t seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, it’s cold In the summer gotta wait for the loathing Holding our posture so low, And we drink so there’s not much worth noting. Strolling, so vacant, so shaken, So cold, so gone, so mistaken, So broke so, so complacent, So worn out, so worn out, so worn out So full of doubt, so full of restraint, So full of that self control, Or the lack thereof, That we doubt the soul. If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Just believe if you can’t see them then they can’t see you, right? Close your eyes. I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand… This, of course, isn't perfect either. but a lot better than the posted one. |
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| Immortal Technique – Peruvian Cocaine Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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For example: I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to Jesus Cristo when I go to the mission Process the cocaine paste and play my position [Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss] Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*) Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials [Diabolic - Peruvian Leader] Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate And assassinate my predecessor to have his place In a third-world fascist state, lock the nation With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully The finest type of China White and cocaine you'll see [Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor] Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough [Poison Pen - Drug Dealer] I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect) Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down) My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello We won't stop for you bastards Must choose (?), chop it and bag it [Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer] Taking pictures and tapping phones Debating snitches and cracking codes Past a couple, blast the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room [C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate] Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*) Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you You think you got work? They copping too We control blocks, they lock countries Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?) Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governers and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared Not prepared to do years like Javier [Immortal Technique Speaking] The story just told is an example of the path that drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them: [Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City"] I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way. |
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| Immortal Technique – Peruvian Cocaine Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| lots of errors in the lyrics | |
| NOFX – Doornails Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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The above people seem to be right about all the people: Derrick - from Lagwagon, suicide Jimmy - from Strung Out, heart failure Jason - from pennywise, suicide after relapse into alcoholism Andy - ? Bom(b)er - from RKL, heart failure (too much drugs) Bradley - from Sublime, OD Lumpy - ? Friday - ? Lynn & Dobbs - from Snot (and his dog), car accident anyone know of the missing three? |
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| NOFX – Cantando En Espanol Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| translation anyone? something about 235 songs, el hefe singing songs aobut love and such, and fucking your mom...? | |
| NOFX – The Man I Killed Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| double post, my bad | |
| NOFX – The Man I Killed Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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whether or not GDMarin is bullshitting about how Fat Mike told him that, i think that it makes the most sense out of all the other explanations (my previous one included) btw, the "a minor threat except for that one man i killed" implies that he was a minor threat except that he killed someone. |
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| NOFX – The Man I Killed Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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whether or not GDMarin is bullshitting about how Fat Mike told him that, i think that it makes the most sense out of all the other explanations (my previous one included) btw, the "a minor threat except for that one man i killed" implies that he was a minor threat except that he killed someone. |
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| NOFX – The Man I Killed Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I thought about this song referring to "Tookie" but I dunno. That whole 'replacement' part wouldn't really make sense. Besides, credibility and his post-conviction life aside, , he was a Crip, and most likely commited some crimes that wouldn't make him a 'respectable member of society". Anyways, whatever. What I noticed about the song is that it seems to have contradictions, like it's talking about two different people. I take it to be talking about a con and his executioner. In the first verse the first two lines could be about the con and the second two about the executioner, and in the second, 1st two are executioner, etc... I dunno. The song doesnt' seem to make much sense if it's completely from the perspective of a person being executed. |
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