The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Blast this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
raw adrenaline
Let's tap the vein main-line resistance, meditate maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of mussolini's ill-logic on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist priest pulpit
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat
The aggravator, truth shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
I toss pieces of my syllables like Sulpha* Esumo*
Koma* yakibono*, yakizuna*
Numero uno
Buto* mehicano*
My angle is I dangle styles
For the flock to follow, too deep for the shallow
Superstitious niggers that get played like a tarot
Baseline strata will shatter your bone marrow
Blind they can't see me, believe me stevie is
No need to wonder how starters* became the pharoah*
Tongue acrobata, none fatter, never narrow
I shoot the sherrif, and beretta, and his pharoah
Like the gift like gab, rip your ribcage hollow
Fuck the flame into your brain matter with the sharpest arrows
The aggravator, truth-shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
(alternative:
let the track rock, rock,rock)
From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die
Five-o got automatics so why can't I
Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'
Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
But for now I'll keep my mind sharp
We'll be them bad kids trackin* the park after dark
Lips* do flips never kick fiction
Two-thousand* clash* summer*, now face the guns* or brickston
Break the fakes they'll never check reality
On it with Roni we devastate the scenery
Aggravator, truth shit spitter, mod life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Aggravator, truth shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Blessed, this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
Our adrenaline
Let's tap the vein - main-line resistance; meditate, maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's ill-logic on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist priest pulpit,
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat
The aggravator, truth-shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Blast this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
raw adrenaline
Let's tap the vein main-line resistance, meditate maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of mussolini's ill-logic on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist priest pulpit
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat
The aggravator, truth shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
I toss pieces of my syllables like Sulpha* Esumo*
Koma* yakibono*, yakizuna*
Numero uno
Buto* mehicano*
My angle is I dangle styles
For the flock to follow, too deep for the shallow
Superstitious niggers that get played like a tarot
Baseline strata will shatter your bone marrow
Blind they can't see me, believe me stevie is
No need to wonder how starters* became the pharoah*
Tongue acrobata, none fatter, never narrow
I shoot the sherrif, and beretta, and his pharoah
Like the gift like gab, rip your ribcage hollow
Fuck the flame into your brain matter with the sharpest arrows
The aggravator, truth-shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
(alternative:
let the track rock, rock,rock)
From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die
Five-o got automatics so why can't I
Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'
Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
But for now I'll keep my mind sharp
We'll be them bad kids trackin* the park after dark
Lips* do flips never kick fiction
Two-thousand* clash* summer*, now face the guns* or brickston
Break the fakes they'll never check reality
On it with Roni we devastate the scenery
Aggravator, truth shit spitter, mod life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Aggravator, truth shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Our jurisdiction the world
Blessed, this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
Our adrenaline
Let's tap the vein - main-line resistance; meditate, maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's ill-logic on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist priest pulpit,
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat
The aggravator, truth-shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
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