Stress Filmography

• Verso (2009)
• Breakout (2007)
• Der Match (2006)
• Redemption (2004)

• Pain Of Salvation
• Organized Konfusion
• Kane & Abel
• Kane & Able
• Godsmack
• Galactic Cowboys
• Suburban Legends
• Wise Guys
• Orishas

[music: daniel gildenlow/daniel magdic]
[lyrics: daniel gildenlow]
(watching corners and crossing watching all the red lights watching the
stress watching beggars and bankers and rushing cars I'm drowning in this
mess)Help me! Rescue me! Save me! Set me free! (watching all the stress)
It is strange - among all people I feel alone. Very strange - despite the
sun I'm cold to the bone!
If this is progress let me out!
Up on the rooftops I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive.
Up on the rooftops I feel so free.
Far from the city that's suffocating me. (watching corners and
crossings watching all the red lights watching the stress watching
beggars and bankers and rushing cars I'm drowning in this mess) IS THIS
WHAT WE WANT?
I believe: beneath the surface we turn to stone.
Can't you see? You meet your neighbors over the phone!
I'm awake - watch me! I'll escape - watch me!
If this is progress help me to regress!
Alone by the ocean I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive.
Alone by the ocean I feel so free.
Far from the city that's suffocating me.
YOU live too shallow act too deep! Fail to sow but proudly reap!
...and you still need MORE!
Indians show us where you're from
STRESS indicates what we'll all become!
In time you'll awake!
In time you'll escape!
In time you'll awake!
You'll see what's at stake!
IS THIS WHAT WE WANT? ...is this what we NEED?

Chorus: Repeat 4X
Crush, kill, destroy, stress
Verse One: Prince Poetry
Pain, stress
My brain, can't even rest
It's hard to maintain the pressure on my chest
Excess frustration strikes!
Blood rushes my head when I come across roads
With dead mics and wack promoted shows it's hard
But with the presence of God
I'm true to the game
So I'm back black, to take charge, and recap-ture
the time, wish it could never be wack -- I'm pure
I insert my lifeline into the track, the energy
In me is a poison with no un-revealed remedy
I'm spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record label
Cause mines put me and Monch's career in jeapordy
Can you come see me in the ghetto where it's dark
Bullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heart
Lord knows it hurts, we kick the Hertz to the curb
Execute first things first, and put blunted minds to work
My herd's tight and my fans supports
So I'm a-ight, for the time being seeing peace
But taking no shorts (no shorts)
Chorus
(album version includes a short ";taxi cab"; skit here)
Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch
Rarrrrrgh!
You will now consider me the apocalyptic one
After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none
NO more will exist, when I emerge
From the mist in whence I was born into, scorned
Most of you can't even comprehend what I am saying
to you even in my human form the message I'm relaying
Why do you choose to mimic these wack MC's?
Why do you choose to listen to R&B;?
Why must you believe somethin is fat
Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
The Immaculate Conception
The hall walker, who stalks bodies in Central Park
Soon emergency services'll outline that body in chalk
Then I begin to walk away and spit
Then when I walk away I talk shit!
Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace
She didn't know that I enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste
When I'm in the backseat of your mid-town taxi
Don't even ask me for the cash G
The four cabs before didn't pick me up
Now ask yourself who the fuck's gonna stick me up
Chorus

[Talking]
Hey Nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (In Italian)
A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me
[Verse 1]
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin AIDS from a bitch
Ain't no way to die
And everyday I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Bill Clinton in the White House
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember JJ got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
[Talking]
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But I see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, I'ma get it how I live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame

[Talking]
Hey Nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (In Italian)
A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me
[Verse 1]
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin AIDS from a bitch
Ain't no way to die
And everyday I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Bill Clinton in the White House
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember JJ got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
[Talking]
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But I see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, I'ma get it how I live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame

You think your head's achin', I'm not finished yet
I won't be mistaken, how soon you forget
Take back what you said and I'll spare you pain
then you can spare me all your fuckin' lies
I can't wait to get away
I ask you twenty more times,
Don't you hear a thing?
Your testing my patience again,
Careful for your sake
Take a walk with me there, and I'll show you pain
But who said you can open up your mouth
I can't wait to get away
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn't swallow
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn't swallow
If you think that I'm the one who'll be here
Come tomorrow think again
In time I'll be here, Not waiting for you anymore
I love you anyway, is it so rare that I've been

No one calls unless I leave
No one's home, the voice repeats
Kind hands wrapped around my neck
Sharp teeth biting in my back
Cold eyes burning laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS
A list from A to Z, this is too much for me
Don't want this mess, I must confess
I hate this stress
The more I work, the less I make
The less I learn, the more you take
Small lips telling big huge lies
White sores growing in my mouth
Red blood pouring from my heart
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS
I'm not your property, come on and set me free
Don't want this mess, I must confess
I hate this stress

On top, your life, it seems so clean
Your tracks, they're hot, untouched, a dream
This ain't no ordinary life
It's extraordinary, so stop, stop checking me out
[Chorus:]
You're dancing so cool, like you live in the city
Moving so oooh, made of hot and pretty
You've got style, you've got grace, you've got everything in place
And it's burning me out
You see this stress it weighs a ton and I don't think it's very fun
For you to put this weight on my back (Yeah, yeah)
You got me workin' night and day, sweat and tears
No time to play
Give it a rest, and I'll just keep on dancing
Dance...dance....dance...you got it
Workin' me out, and I'm not getting paid
Late from my lips, and my bones still break
I can't live this way any longer
So stop, stop checking me out
[Chorus]
You think that you can fool me twice
You'll find that I'm no longer nice
So get this monkey off of my back
You got me workin' night and day
Sweat and tears no time to play
Give it a rest and I'll just keep on dancing
Dance...dance..you got it

Seit einer Weile ist es schon so weit,
dass die Leute nicht mehr nach meinem Alter fragen.
Doch nutzen sie jede Gelegenheit,
um mich subtil mit gutgemeinten Tips zu plagen:
"Tritt doch etwas kürzer, nimm dich mehr zurück!
Leg dich mittags schlafen und genieß öfter dein Glück..."
Schwafelei! Faselei! Besserwisserei!
Gängelei! Phantasterei! Tyrannei! Einwandfrei Wichtigtuerei! Zuviel Geschrei!
Ich mache mir den Monster-Stress:
Werde Kanzler, Manager und Stewardess.
Durchschwimme täglich das Loch Ness,
organisiere einen Stress-Kongress.
Ich werde sechzigfacher Großpapa,
bin Tag und Nacht für alle Enkel da.
Lerne Bratsche und Harmonika
und promoviere über Cha-Cha-Cha.
S-T-R-E-Doppel-S.
Ich buchstabiere mir den maximalen Stress!
Ich bin voll auf dem Hardcore-Trip:
Mega-Stress macht mich mega-hip!
Ich protestiere gegen Staatsgewalt,
rette nebenbei den Regenwald,
schütze Füchse vor der Jagd,
und operiere Muttermale ungefragt!
Ich werde Meister im Tae-Kwon-Do,
ich putze mit der Zahnbürste das Bahnhofsklo.
Ich nehm auch sonst den letzten Scheißjob an
und werde Pressesprecher für Möllemann!
S-T-R-E-Doppel-S.
Ich buchstabiere mir den maximalen Stress,
und habe trotzdem zu viel Energie -
immer raus damit! Ich fühl mich jung wie nie!
Ich blockiere nachts die Autobahn,
bau den Kölner Dom aus Marzipan,
dolmetsche Kisuaheli simultan,
verkaufe Miniröcke im Vatikan.
S-T-R-E-Doppel-S.
vertikal-mental-transzendentraler Stress -
Es gibt mir Kraft und ist mein Lebenssinn,
wenn ich fix und fertig und am Ende bin!
Ansonsten sitz ich gern auf meinem Sofa zu Haus
und denke mir lustige Geschichten aus,
wo kein Wort stimmt, doch die ich irgendwann
meinem Enkelkind erzählen kann.

Vende la cuenta y cambia el show,
Cuida la mente explota el glow,
Mata la jugada por detrás que mala racha
Para que te vas a reventar
Vende la cuenta y cambia el show
Para de pensar y pensar
Cuidao con la mente que explota al glow
No arrastres más tantos problemas de que tu vas
Déjala ya dentro de tu stress
Vivimos pensando en lo que nos va a tocar
Luchando, inventando, soñando,
Pisando por el dinero
Rezando después al cielo
Para estar en paz con uno y con el otro igual
Quien sabe si están esperando
El Diablo que nos da miedo
O Dios con su fe y santa palabra
Adivina Pa' donde girar
Siendo bueno las pagas igual
Tantas preocupaciones no te sirven de na'
Estribillo
Vende la cuenta y cambia el show,
Cuida la mente explota el glow,
Mata la jugada por detrás que mala racha
Que los mas pesao si tus problemas
Se acuestan contigo
He que te pasa no quiero tu stress
En la casa no
Mira ver quien,
Mira ver bien quien ha jugado contigo
Si la jugada es falsa
no quiero juego con, conmigo
A veces te aparece
Que te parece si no te fallece
Yo creo que el tipo enloquece
Sin saber si lo mereces
Cuida al señor, ruega a mi lord
Que no se pare tu reloj
Estribillo
Aquí es stress no es nada y esa voz se acaba bro
Dime que no es nada y ponte en mi terreno bueno
Donde son las gentes que andan bueno
Esos que no tienen freno
El problema hoy
Es querer cumplir con la ley de la vida
Nos pide más y siempre más
Para donde voy la pregunta
De las tantas pesadillas
Saber lo que nos va a pasar mañana
Estribillo