[Zev Love X-Talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Imma set it off, Imma set it off soft
And smooth, and smooth, yo, yo, listen to this groove.
? and it's about to move me, yeah, yo ?
[Zev Love X]
I start it off with an answer, love smokes no cancer stick
But on a dancers dick, there's a romancer of a rhyme text
Time check timex, timeout, I'm X, for silence it's signex
? one what one did lesser one hundred
Since duckets is under it, the cause stays funded
Time says disperse the necessary to trigger release
More verses and speeches from X this figure of speech
(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech
[Zev Love X]
Yeah..
Verse two is picked up freeze stay frozen
Reaches a stick up, while exhale blows in
Peoples get sick up said as vapor goes in
Suggested is hiccough, while I hold a rows in my fronts
Once in go, see Sub for info
Fee is the lingo, sixteen gets in though
Dance til toenails ingrown
Skeezin props, I send note for jimbo is bricko
Every wind blown
Sounds are boomin, emcees shouts doom is
In the house after one, two'in
ZL needs a nuprin
Driftin like driftwood I ask if could
Stay away from stiff hood
So does R.I.F. Productions write up songs quite clever
But light up a torch pipe R.I.F. will never
I'm no snuff head I prefer headsets
Decided nuff said for head sweats
X, this figure of speech
(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech
(You are) figure of speech
(You are X)
(You are nuthin)
[Zev Love X]
Remain in a frenzy
Stay craze as I pause in ya Benzy
Then reach in haste to taste
A sip of this throttle in a bottle
Then shake ya hip but don't slip into follow
The motto goes: sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
I prefer: love, hugs and hip hop soul
And that's final, down to the sto'
Cause is on vinyl
So be sure to dub these sounds of a b-boy
But X ain't no also ain't no decoy
For KMD paints no
Pigeoned as I talk drink free from a ?
Image of a walking stick from a Mack Dad
Wouldn't you rather dwell among those liable
To rock well with tongues and stay tribal?
Well in 80 dekka I'm extra hard to reach
But I'll be expectin ya, says X, this figure of speech
(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech
[Zev Love X]
Have a crooked letter humpback each
Let the panter peach style screech
Then skid through the sounds of earth tones
We've grown
(The Barber Subroc and The Birthstone Kid Onyx)
Place of rest is Dooms (re-womb) we loopty toon
And add a sonic kick Boom
A dash of this then up next, last but not least
Is Zev Love X, this figure of speech..haha
[Zev Love X]
(..You are) figure of speech
(You are nuthin but a) figure of speech.
(You are X..)
(You are nuthin but a X...)
(...You are X)
(..You are nuthin but a X)
(...You are X)
(..You are nuthin but a X)
[beatboxing in the background]
Boring... same ol' Sunday type shit
Man, kinda boring
Hey you, kid! (Who me?) Yeah you
Ahh what are you listenin to in that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by K.M.D.
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where they got the bass from huh?
(I don't really care)
Don't care? Well let me you this story
Go on now, let him tell you this story
[Zev Love X]
Friday, I believe it was a payday
Onyx, Subroc and myself goes out of subway
To catch the X train, the drums roll Brooklyn
Plan was a night of intense hookin
We enter the club, where we hooked 'til we drop
When stopped, to exit, I spoke of this prop
Talked about her bouncing guns
The word buns was on the tip of my fun swing {"All at once!"}
Approached this big fat seven foot..
{"I'll teach you to talk to my girl!"} Said the hood
Sub and I geesed, Onyx sped up the block
And it was fast, I looked back and Fats was headlockin him
I was clockin, about two blocks per minute
And then I thought, that voice there's somethin definitely familiar in it
Not long did I cram
From the lows, I knows it was the 808 Man
[Chorus]
"Thump... thump... THUMP!
They heard the.." {Eight-oh-eight} {MAN!}
[Zev Love X]
Clockin crazy mileage like a 60-deck of math
Ducked into an alley like on Kickdrum Ave.
Stopped and told Sub, but Sub was stumped
I said do you recall the bass that thumped
in the Jeeps of the streets, as the pedestrian bops?
Heard with vocals where any hip-hop beat drops
Y'know the bass fool! {"And everything happened as it did before"}
But Sub wasn't passin it
To escape harassment, I booked like a crook
Out of sight, all my mics was took
Conscience eatin me, my boy's hooked in Hook
off the 808 Man, so I peeps to look
No immediate danger did I see myself in
Watchin 'round the block thinkin "Ehh, who's missin him?"
Onyx was headlocked and Subroc was half nelson'd
Think I was wrappin up? Man, listen
[Chorus]
(Man you guys must have been really scared!)
Was I? You think I wasn't?!
Man I was petri-scared stiff!
(What were you thinkin about?)
[Zev Love X]
I was thinkin about my cousin Enus, if he asked me once
He asked me a dozen times to go bowlin with him
But still I wasn't runnin from the Bass, Man as he walked up
Then from the back of my thoughts I forked up
The teachings of Mr. Hood
And I began to recall when suddenly it dawned on me
Lesson one - if a sucker tries to come, let him come
By then the hood was up on me
Lesson two was to recite the words you can't do me none
Even though you might be bluffin, it's nothin
Follow procedure and sure 'nough, no doubt
Left that seven foot fat hood whupped out
Lesson three said a keeper of a hood is his brotherhood
As we helped him up he said "Damn!
You sure pack a punch, I had a hunch you was a hood
Well if you ever need bass, hook up with the 808 Man"
[Chorus]
Say word
Man tried to get me to throw hands, I had to go HU HUH!
Yeah check it out yo, yo that's a tight headlock true indeed
Yeah, the half nelson got me in a neck brace
Yeah, but kid you know where they got the bass from now?
(Yeah yeah, sure do!)
Yeah yeah word
But I'll tell you what
I'll give you this exclusive K.M.D. album tape, unreleased!
(Sweet, thanks!)
(I'll let my boy Lil' Rock hear it, I'll let Bill hear it)
(And my mom and dad will hear it)
Yo yo, don't let nobody dub it, don't let nobody dub it
Don't let somebody dub it, you'll get funked
Now scram, or 808 Man'll do ya
Now get up out of here, you thumpty-hump dump head
(What?) Yeah yeah, just scram, scram
Get out of here (808) {Man}
[Zev Love X speaking, with others responding]
Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm
Yeah this here's blues joint
A lot of brothers don't like this joint
Cause it might not be funk or funky (teach anyway, teach)
It's more tribal
And speaking to my only two real tribes out there now
With the help of the Kause, yo Kause y'all with me? (yeah yeah)
Hmm? Aight, so we feel to build open, the bananapeel blues
Check it
The original man is the black man true? (true true true)
Presented to the youth, is more than nuff proof
But when one mixes truth with a goof
Caused this contradiction and confusion so I raise the roof (raise it)
Tongue to truth, it may sound like a good hand to feed from
But follow this lead, we need to find what's true indeed
Some get caught up in the thought of intellect
And say he helped us, when it's his lumpless but that got us in this mess
What a monkey (teach, gwan teach)
I said a lot of brothers might not get this cause it ain't funky
Sure enough we ain't gonna be played by no monkey
See because the monkey fits the shoes
In these bananapeel blues (ain't that somethin, ain't that somethin)
Y'all with me? (yeah yeah)
Twas once said to remember that the soul is see-through
How true we'll soon see as I check to what's written
(check the script and read)
Let's see uhh Genesis chapter two verse seven
"Man became a living soul" so where's my man getting this
actual force, probably that same old can
or barrel of monkeys who call me and you a soul man
And call my food a soul food
Yeah I'm sposed to have soul, yet I'm uncivil and cruel
And I come from apes, yet this monkey rapes
And I'm a babboon, then soon to be coon
And when I know this, I'm labelled a lunatic
Racist rebel crazy Muslim
Now face this monkey
Truth is truth is what pays me
And can a Muslim be fooled (not nowadays bro!)
And can a quote unquote monkey be reformed (now cipher!)
Yeah, and while me and you is warmed by the sun
Most of all life or in existence, uhh I take this instance to ask
If the monkey man was so pure why can't he endure (uh-huh)
The sun which is the natural source for all living (uh-huh)
Without giving up his life to cancer
And three-fifths or less is the dancer
Wrong answer
Yeah wrong answer says the Kause
And while his still skin rumples and wrinkles
Zee L exposes a monkey's uncle (what's up with a monkey's uncle)
(speak the truth)
(it's smooth, it's smooth, I like this beat)
(To the Gods out there, peace to the Gods)
"I ain't black, I ain't white!" [x12]
[Zev Love X]
Well I'm a be a pleaser, if I had skeezer
I'd put skeezers stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer
I'd rather live to be an old geezer, O.E. squeezer
Any times I need a stress easer
Like Ebeneezer Scrooge I'm rude, my batting average is huge
Making street kids like Quaker with the goods
For as a monkey spits, I never gots the shits
Some rappers is faking, they silicon tits with plastic nipples
Pass the ripple, or anything sippable
Except for plum juice, the plums ???
Slip and slide, the next thing they say is we're with pit
Who's to flip? Who's the bitch to get fucked by a clip?
Ask Tyson, he knows about a hoe is rotten juice
Want fifteen cent, and burning like a loose
I take it to the grudge match, and she made my budget budge
Kick ehr in her snatch, and drown her in some fudge
I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots
Hard pack, and rats, chewing fruits of the roots
Some are coming bums, some zoot suit apparel
Either way to wreck shop, lock, stock, and barrel
Shirts I get ??? some dump especially when I hump
Get dough by the lump sum then hops get the jump
Sip wine in the dump, rowdy ways of any state
When I roll, bounce, rock, skate
Life will concentrate, concentration
Location's Strong Island, most skeezers on strike like Penn Station
If you don't believe me, kid come, I'll show you
We'll nurse the black bastards who act like they know you
They say 'What up black?" I say "What up?" I'm taking you black
Has to be hard they way they master how to act black
Give my monkey slack, a funky track, still wack, you're black
You suck, you're too black, get your back
"Ya black bastard!"
[Some ragga toaster]
Ayo, yo bum raga a la
You ain't nothing but a dumb black bastard, man
Your mama was a bastard, and your daddy, too
[Zev Love X]
Yo black, yo black, I'm back ransacking through the stacks
Of maniacial thoughts I brought to distort the black
Of mistakes of somthing, so Zev says "Keep 'em slum"
Styles to dough, rum is on my right
Of black bastards and bitches, which reminds me, I left them out
Two on my list of shit I don't give a fuck about
Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock
Like a butcher I gots beef with a a looptie for my cock
Call me a carpenter from how a brick my lumber got
Some now they try yard and black bumba clot
it was a lover's birthday party, a block from the spot
On stage I heard some off-beat "Lick shots, lick shots!"
Well goddamn, guess who, looking bitchy as hell
Parker Lewis, well well, I brings an L
I gave him a "Beep beep" look, he acted like he couldn't tell
I guess that was the sucker in him, ready sense of smell
The door said it was insane, the price to maintain
The damage has to be hard the way they master how to act like
Or off the funky track to rock the house that can bang
As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne
See I became undergorund like the life in the street
The love of the beat, large is the fleet
That will remain underground for all my boys who souls sleep
Six feet deeper than the soles of my feet
it's like that, never the wack, and actual fact
It's like this, sweet as a kiss, I've simply got the knack
I've thought I've seen the worst with the pimps and the macks
The blacks in skull caps, suckers keep popping that
[Onyx]
Wham, BAM, bound to slam
Comes the birthstone kid with his own jam
So what'cha tellin me, you thought I couldn't rip it solo?
But yo, for your info, if every wind blow, I rip a show
The crowd says ho, gotta go gotta go
The birthstone kid {?} get biz {?} flow bro
So check the style, God don't even front on me
I gots the skills, your boy he gots none on me
I gets my props so yo Hops I don't share it
And if a beeper doesn't work indeed then why wear it?
Not about frontin, I never have, I never will be
If you swing, swing hard, God you better kill me
I'm blowin up like a SCUD missile hittin land
So take a stand, and wave your hand, cause I'm your Boogie Man!
[Onyx]
You ain't tryin to hear the what maaan, I beg your pardon
This ain't the place to bass you'll find your face up on a milk carton
Check it the message while I rip it somethin love love
to shreds, I turn jheri curls to knotty dreads
Here's the style that I say I sorta brought along
Straight from the Island called Long, but we call it Strong
God Body, by God {?} George I think I've got it
Funky as the Doo Doo Man, outside MC's were nodding
Don't even bite my style, relax, be different
Pick up your pen but forget bombing, that option's senseless
I'm despicable but not lickable YOU CAN'T LICK THIS
Try it Hops, you'll catch mops with the quickness
I got a sickness, called one-two-and-mic-check
and rippin wreck and gettin notice and all that
My style is that fat, I want you to know it and
stay tuned you coon as I wreck it for the Boogie Man
[Onyx]
Now check it, don't miss this, lick them while I diss this
sarcastic bastard, of which I've been mastered
You know the man, mankind let me say
Kind of like man the woman can't tolerate, he's low rate
Anyway, he called you and I the Boogie Man (what?)
Webster's Dictionary, black man, look it up
But that's an emphatical (Now Cipher)
Okay now that's that (yo Onyx why don't you get hyper?)
Hyper shall I get just to make your wish granted see
I rocks my tippity tippity {?} upon the planet G
I'm is a God-, -zilla, because I fill a
sucker with fear, who gets a kick off drinkin Miller Beer
I keep struttin, cause scrubs are sayin nuttin
The record Sub is cuttin, the Boogie Man is movin his butt
and so it stay grit, no need to be offended
You can have your soul back because the Boogie Man is ended
Yeah, there it is, khamsayin?
Devon he was tryin to call me the Boogie Man
Cause I can move like this, and like that
(And you can bop like this, and check it like that)
But yo God, I'll be the Boogie Man
Long as it's Boogie referrin to gettin down, knahmsayin?
(Word, got the soul)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right, that's right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Boogie the Boogie the Boogie Boogie Man
(Yeah, that's right) The Boogie Boogie Man
Yeah, yeah (do that stuff) yeah, yeah (do this God)
Yeah, yeah (do this God) yeah, yeah (bop like this, bop like that)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you don't stop (and you don't stop)
And you don't stop now (and you don't quit now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yo check it out yo)
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (check it out yo)
Uhh, uhh, uhh (that's how we do it, yeah)
[Zev Love X]
(...Yeah) I started off with a question
Can you perceive
Right before yours ears move trickin
My voice box make the choice to believe
Yeah I see youre rootin
For the words that I'm tootin
Im just a pusher of this thing called money
But whatcha smokin whats that ya gettin in
Stop to buildin and growin
To jump the hurdle that the wolf said suck
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
[Zev Love X]
I greet you peace but why call me money guy
Do I resemble he who never told a white one
Or him who freed us so where stands I
Raise another question which ones the right one
Some wish to live the single sing'em
They know the half I know them from sixty
If we all live the single how can we all sing
Im creative but you cant remix me
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
[Singing]
They are nasty they will bite
And if cornered they will fight
Never ever go near..a wolf?
[Zev Love X]
Concerning the N-word why's when I say it it gets no play
Officially it means stupiD or ignorance
Stay stupid or ignorant in place anyway
Any how whats reinfored I cant out figure it
I figure blue and donna grasp a stick shot is simple
Now heres the plan strictly between you and me
Through communication comes the unination
And no wolf can down a brick house unity
So feel free to dance but this is not all I heel the think
Beware sheep of wolf in sheeps sun burn
We bit his brand and we wear his clothing
Then he mocks us in return
Wolfman, whats up with this vibe you sendin me?
What are you anywayway my friend or my foe?
The way this is going you might just be the end of me
And I still dwell here even though (He's a wolf!)
And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
[Zev Love X]
K-n-o-w
War would trouble ya to Hell
However take you express no shovel
This is the land of the frightened
The place of the slave and occassional unheard muffle
Its up to you to decide by the fruit that his tree provides
If not I'll embark by myself on the archany
Marches the boy who cried (He's a wolf!)
And you a sheep
Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep
[Singing]
Now listen past your ear
Just remember this my dear
Never ever go near.. a wolf?
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
Hes a wolf! And you a sheep
And you a sheep
Motherfucking cause! Ah! Represent! FUCK that! Who the FUCK is you, nigga? X
bastard, representing!
This is how we swing this shit
For the CMR
Bust it
[Zev Love X]
Zev loves to rock the venue then
See you never be you in fact glad I never been you
Scratched of the menu
I continue with the yellup so props might develop
From the duels no clues to head swellas
I dwell uptown
It's like a jungle
I'm immune to the fever though
Whoopsy daisy never lazy so I heave-ho
Whippin shit like devo, whip it good (That thang!)
Whipping shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd slang
Listen to my guitar twang as I sang
A long flow and my songs blowin blowin
Blowin up like a granade serenade I'm into win bitch
Locked on the mic like vice-grips to the shwinn's (of the)
feet seat pole from when I used to pop a wheely
You can get the props if you can top my illy silly wierd old pro rap style
Ran see ya clap while I'm the finger snap child, ritz will give me daps
(And now my nail file, thanks
I'll bake it in a cake)
And I'mma send it upstate for all my niggaz makin wieght
You see I take none slack
Rhymes and track is mack
Zev Love X-Lax a brown man not a
A black bastard I'm stringin 'em up stringin 'em up higher
Than the '86 Nikes on the wire
(Right outside my rest love)
I don't suggest taste testing if you can't digest and I quote:
"Zev with cess, God damn God blessed I wrote"
I tote Disks, Dats, Gatts and Bats
And vote no to canine, feline, rats and double drats
(I always hear 'em sayin)
Foiled again by that maniacal madman
He wraps like seran wrap can a leg of lamb
(So shit's wrapped up)
X makes hits like a
(Pimp's hoes is smacked up)
All cracked up so constantly actin' up
Constipated monkeys got shit backed up
Get it?
[Being said while K.M.D.is talking]
Black constipated monkey [x3]
Black constipated [x9]
Black constipited
So don't sweat it
We don't play
(We don't play that bullshit and catch a bullet)
And parlet , nigga
(Yo the Nigga tried to pull it on 'em)
(...Yeah on some shit)
[Subroc]
What is you stupid make my voice deeper...
Aight next track
(Yo yo lay back into that next shit)
[Zev Love X]
I need some mutherfuckin cess on my chest so I can
Run around like I had a bulllet proof vest on, uh
Black, black
Constipated monkey, constipated monkey
Black constipated monkey, constipated monkey
Black constipated monkey, black constipated monkey, black constipated
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on! [x2]
[Zev Love X]
You gota to keep on, the break of dawn shit
Smoking cancer sticks, and you don't quit
We'll never never know retore bit
No "What's up X?" The O.E. alcohol
I satill get paid and I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums
Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce
My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts!
We're on this tour once, bus was all full
>From Albequerqe to like Acapolco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z.
Deep in Cali near the valley where we saw the rains
Sess is the best till all it settles in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid you did
Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd
Word biz, had the whole crew relazing
Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and
Quest wants a stogie, he told some to ask Dinco
He had one more, to best 'em down, now
A keep ??? a push by the backside
Sneaks hit the blacktop, damn I hate that flat top
Just then the bus driver had the nerve to
To say "Stop the smoke" he curving and swerving
He popped junk like the sea sick sales of fuss
Not like we got top post like on that De La bus
This was a Greyhound, the bunks were open
So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose
We puffed his luck, he wasn't bullshittin
The next L was litten and hitten, so now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had to shake us down
For 5 yards, between the guards that's might trife
Mad heads make mad forwns no might like
Let's ask Busta, wanna rim his white wife?
Planning to hitchhike, a six-oh, one switch
Forces in our midst, on the bust, the boy is one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicating niggas delight to my man and his wife
You might think that's a bitch, because here's the shit
But only one week in Gotham a show at the Ritz
And you don't quit, til the last Philly is split
Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz
And you don't quit, til the last Philly is lit
"Once upon a time there was a little boy
who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa
His name was Little Sambo"
[Zev Love X]
[mumbling]
[Subroc]
Uh-oh, ZL's X-ercising his right to be hostile...
[Zev Love X]
They always - they always try to say that coon is me for some reason
[Subroc]
I don't understand, man
[ Zev Love X]
You don't understand?!
[Subroc]
No, I don't know
[Zev Love X]
My temper tempers up to like tenward
Switched up with thoughts that I recommend
My nest is flood but thicker is blood
Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud
Ibuprofen from ( ? ) keep me from flippin' daily
Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony
In my logo you see us?
Whoever said that coon was me?
OH NO!
[Chorus x4]
Who me?
Oh...
OH NO!
[Zev Love X]
Holy smokes! I see it's a joke
To make a mockery of the original folks
Okay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us
With no luck from no clover
This, irritates X, so goes into my text
Tolerates one N-word complex
Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was
In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz
Those on top of my head stand seven thick
Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick
Pigment, is this a defect in birth?
Or more an example of the richness on Earth?
Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race
Does not take up 95 percent of one's face
But still I see
In the back two or three
Ignorant punks pointing at me
OH NO!
[Chorus x4]
Who me?
Oh...
OH NO!
[Onyx]
Who me?
Yo, I begs your pardon
But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?
That must be missing person
Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?
[Zev Love X]
Tricky tricky, must be part of the "Gas Face" series
The same one who started black cat bad luck theories
Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it
And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred
Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped
The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt
Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks
Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks
Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair
If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair
Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded
The first man played it and now we hate it?
Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness
And recommend this mental fitness
So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G
Then ask him: "Who you callin' moolie?"
OH NO!
Who me?
Oh...
OH NO!
Who me?
Oh...
OH NO!
Who me?
Oh...
OH NO!
Who...
[Zev Love X]
Ah man, damn, man.
Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...
Yo Bert
Yo...
Bert
[Bert ]
Um, what is it?
[Zev Love X]
Yo G, they wanna call me all these names
[Bert]
I know what we can do
[Zev Love X]
What can we do?
[ Bert ]
We'll ask someone out there to find...
(Little Sambo)
[Zev Love X]
What you be meanin', G?
[Bert]
Okay, pick up a crayon...
(Who me?)
No, them
[Zev Love X]
[Bert]
Kids pick up a crayon, look for...
(Little Sambo)
When you find him, draw a circle around him
[Zev Love X]
Yo Bert, you gets props, G
[Bert]
[laughs]
[Zev Love X]
Yo, have dap, man
[KMD]
Peace
[Zev Love X]
"Now just listen to what I say"
[Chorus]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
[Big Bird, scratched: "I could never do that!"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
"Awww, I made a mistake"
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
[Big Bird, scratched: "I could never do that!"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
[Big Bird, scratched: "You shouldn't be upset!"]
[Zev Love X]
Well Love tries, to come across swift, not stuck up
Rise, to minimize the fuck-up, smooth
Rollin in a jazzy light groove, gots nothin to prove though
Just to show how I flow
Like water through yo' kitchen faucet
Notice the fine line - try crossin it!
Don't even pause it, I roar like a lion
You duck, you quackin - so who you tryin?
The main, communicator, Z.L.X-act
Subroc's kickback will crack who can't hack
Range is point blank but my page ain't
You see I speak bold print like black spraypaint
Into the, extra strength new print cause I'm stressed
Zev Love test, God damn, God bless
So let it go, cause it'll just be another Love TKO
So don't try me
[Chorus: second 1/2]
[Zev Love X]
Yeah I'mmm - servin this one no preservatives
Into sections described from a plank, I'm a splinter
Chip off the new block, Zev Love X-Pel it
And how I tell it will remain a relic
True, black and hard, but I'm no Blackstone
There's no presto in my manifesto
So, take the L, cause you can't take the Z.L.
Neither the X, so I don't suggest trial
While, comin off is like a habit, so pardon
I'm too quick to smoke dancer sticks by the carton
I ain't startin a habit if Subroc is not venomous
He's more antidote, cheerin when you're hearin him
So listen up, LISTEN CLOSELY, who's supposed to be
comin off if we're not?
What I mostly see is scrubs boastin free
But the low key X marks the spot
So don't try me
[Chorus: Alternate]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
[Big Bird, scratched: "I could never do that!"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
To the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge (Okay!)
[musical breakdown followed by scratch: "Go right ahead!"]
[Zev Love X]
One for the disarranged, two for the duration of time
Ticks and ticks on as I speak
+Three+ for +the Hard Way+, for real earns pay
No need for a 9 to 5, week by week
Zev Love is for the birds, I save the ducks
But birds if you will stay perched on my jock
Through rough productions we make bucks
And still kill two birds with one Subroc
You wish to go rounds on this dancer stick mister?
This we can do Mr. Magoo, list your bets
Here's eight cards and your odds
A stitch in time, will save nine yards
But if one is ripped, how can one expect
to sew shit up in 80-decca?
I think you need a new sewin needle my friend
So try, try again, but don't try me
[Chorus: second 1/2]
[Zev Love X]
Before I kicks it, would anyone care for a cigarette?
... Speechless, I figured it
I understand, followin the leader is a cinch
And suckers out, cause every inch I move and flinch
Nerve pinch strain on my brain from migraine pain
Damn it's my turn to explain
The rules of the game, why me?
Well if at once you don't succeed, don't try me!
[Chorus]
"I wanna try" "Good for you!"
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
["I made a mistake"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
["Everyone makes mistakes!"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
["I'm gonna try it"]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.."
["I'm gonna try.."]
"Well I'll bet if you really tried.." [x4]
"Forget it, here let's have a drink"
"You're drinking too much of that wine of yours"
"I'm fine, why don't you and I have a drink?"
"But of course there's no wine in the world like...(sweet premium)"
[Zev Love X]
Boom Boom Tap
(Sweet premium) [x8]
(Sweet!) [x16]
[Zev Love X]
(know what I'm sayin?)
Boom crack
C'mon two, one check it out
Sweet Premium
See me I'm chillin' like the maniacal villian that I am
Pull a scam
It's my kind of jam buddy pal, see
first name Al last name Key-holic
I never fill my toilet with guts
what's up why they shut down do-the-butts store for?
If I had a dime for every quarter last year
I paid some ol' dude to get beer for me from 7-11
Zev and crew mad ho he say
fuck some odd D-A rap wrecked over ooh(?) break
He shoulda saved it for eight bucks in his pocket
he coulda used the loot for ice on his eye socket
old daddy looked like his age matched his ounces (Yeah!)
I guess that's how the B-Boy bounces as he bops
and drops the empty bottle, near the sewer
I dose like two or twenty with my crew
Oh yeah, I knew a old lady, who swallowed St. Ides
I don't know why she swallowed St. Ides
Some use the EZ wides
other strip the Philly sheets
I feel like big willie
Watch my brothers get illy with the sweets
(Sweet!) [x16]
(Sweet Premium wine!)
("Hey, you know what this is?")
("Sweet Premium Wine!")
(Hey, you know what this?)
(Sweet Premium wine!)
[Subroc]
You know I'm complex-cated like a Rubic's Cube puzzle
Who said I drink? I don't drink I guzzle till I'm distorted
I'm known as the brain boggler
No Listerine! I'm the alchahol burgalar
Don't drink that, that ain't OE in it
Gary peter plays too much it's all pee in it
I'll be livin' in the bottle
I be in it to win it, or maybe even steal it
Yo let me top the bottom
It better be cold, let me feel it
I got stress I sip booze to heal it
Take your time, relax your mind
I relax fine with premium wine
Your body, yeah now that's what I'm talkin
"I been watchin you watchin me" hawkin that ass
I tag and then dip
I'll still be bad as hell if I slip, stagger or trip
Don't try to flip on me
First I'll warn you
Then burst a whole wine bottle on you
Won't wanna be ya, see ya flat on concrete
You know the time, you know the grime
I call that nigga sweet
(Sweet!) [x16]
("Hey, you know what this is?")
("Sweet Premium Wine!")
(Hey, you know what this?)
(Sweet Premium wine!)
(Hey, you know what this?)
(Sweet Premium wine!)
(Hey, you know what this?)
(Sweet Premium wine!)
"Want some more wine?"
"I got some Sweet Premium...do you reckon you can get it?"
"Sweet premium, you bastard, die!"
"You know what?"
"Suspended animation, the grey
expansion casting shadows over the sun" [x2]
[Zev Love X]
I get bust and you never hear a word flinch
I nerve pinch, cause I've been smoking herb since
I've been splitting blunts, I lick 'em then I spit once
It's nasty, shit tastes like cancer in my tounge and front
I'm fired up, I gots to get riled up
I've been sober since the last one dried up
So light up, get the Philly broke, smoke a toke
Light up, cause when I pull, I pull until I choke
Like *coughs* and that's the only shit I'm choking
Ducking hookers, saying "Yo why you be buying?"
I'm fucking stuck in (suspended animation) for one I'm done
Casting shadows over the sun for fun
I got hen to keep the chicken heads roasted
This should be boosting until I hear some Whitney *crazy singing* Houston
So bitch hit the blunt and lose the Triple Fat Goose and
You're high dealer, even if it say scheming
Play some jams with some motherfucking bass in it!
"Suspended animation, the grey
expansion casting shadows over the sun"
[KRS] "I'm alright now cause the sensimilla fill me" [x8]
"I want to get high, so high" [x4]
[Biz Markie] "Hit the weed spot to be blessed by Buddha" [x2]
[Subroc: Talking]
Man, (I need a shave and a haircut) Not now
Come back like in a hour and a half or something, know what I'm saying?
(I hope to see you sooner than you think)
[Subroc]
Well I guess I'm up and at 'em and I'm ask a say
I'm goin and strollin this typical day
So I can go Mother may I? No I may stay
Okay, straight to the back and I'm out
Anyway they step to war bounds
More than can each and all my posse makes crazy pounds
Live from Diego to Shabone and that new kid Dave
He had a willy doe, my afro he did save
This kid waited crazy long for a cut and shouted
"I do crave" (A haircut and a shave)
Yeah mischief ran through my head, guess what?
My clipper's are broke, I guess I treat 'em like a nut
He choose to do a capoof my through the scald
Oops! My bad chief ya half bald
In a mirror he looked, side to side his head shiftin
Stop wishin, til he knew...(it's the mission)
Now this mistake I bettered from, yeah trust me now
Come come and take a pick... from the barber Mr Roc
It was the least and last strength, mmmmm
Then again sneaky might I get
Only thin patience in your heart is set
If patient, then me a cut patient G
And I'll seek to get it done in a jiffy
You know it's Serch ass cut the 3-R-D-B
I set sounds quick then you draw til I can sees it
Draw X, Sub, the barber is you
My sight's sketch when I off hand, you can do
By this compliment I became conceded
I said I cannot be topped, another cut completed
I said with no heso and stopped
Just to be blocked by the words he did amount to say..
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day
[Subroc]
Again and again I go to guess where or when
Is this mad mission's gonna end?
And so a new trend will begin and bent ya soul to the bone
KMD rocks styles of they own
I beg ya pardon? me and five friend and we race
Culture person, people think I may be place
went out to here but he Sub's in town
Come in my face we go rounds
I study I Self And Master
(Yo God you left out Law) help me out I'm hazy
Oh ZLX gimme a pause
(Zev Love X: What are you doin on the mixin board, are you crazy!?!?)
Crazy and tamper with the universe, yeah that's me
I give little Mike the chance to stay on beat..
(I like to dance and tap my feet but they won't keep in rhythm)
What is it?
This is the mission of the day...in fact, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
This is the mission of the day...in fact!, it's the mission
[Subroc]
(..Yeah)Take your choice but the voice you choose
You be more than fat, cuz the noise is thick
And that gets picked quick in twos
Goin for self ya best to sip booze
Who will lose to fall when they know what stood?
How now they all seperate ill from good
He said it loud and that they should cup
The whole crowd was proud and then learned to book up
Cook up, better look it up, take a peek where ya stand
With a Nubians hand, ya strange in this land
Oh yeah but fight I'll judge the fruit
I don't care of it, not a bit, don't hand me that shoe
I'll help to shape and mold
my boys before dips is turned to stone
And then I can escape to a world of my own
This is the mission of today, in fact! (It's the mission)
[Subroc: Talking]
Who that? Come in
(I will like to introduce my friend, Mr. Smith)
Yo, what's up, man?
(Well, look I want a haircut)
Come on now, I told you I ain't ?
(Listen, short I'd tell you what I'll do
If you give me a haircut I will promise you not to pay you)
Not to pay me?
(Listen, shorty this is silly! Shorty you ain't no helping me at all, you
know that?)
I ain't trying to be no help
(No, no, none of that stuff is helping me out,so.
"Why do you keep smoking that shit?
Why will you keep smoking that shit?
Why? Why?
Why do you keep smoking that shit?"
Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo
I'ma flip yo, check it out, bust it
I connect the spots like connect the dots
From the lower Eastside, to way up top
I got a map to express on the six, I found
Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview
Now, two licks damnit, do you understand?
Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man
I ain't no fake man for the red hand
It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman
Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie Phoonta
'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her, that bitch is dead
I'm smokin' that shit 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like puttin' your moms in the yoke 'cause she broke some choke
Bitch, you're blowin' up the spot, be out
Yo, either get some dough or get the fuck down South
With your bitch ass son and tell him throw up his dukes
So I can spend his lunch loot at noop, noop
Check it, I do the hip, hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
Kurious the too fly magician, never givin'
These niggaz a piece of my pie 'cause yo my shit is fat
Just like my pockets, your girl's titties is flat
So when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra
I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo, chill hot, damn
Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry
Umm, eat your tits 'cause them shits is from Somalia
Check it out, on the one to the two
It's some shit from the zoo, it's the CM crew
Now from the cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat
With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke
Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs
George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms
Throw a fifty yard pass, with a Afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit
I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster
'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder
He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him
And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem
I tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor
If you heard, I fell off nigga, it's only just a rumor
So step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked
I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that
Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk
I snatch a ho, bitch up, just like Dave did, The Chipmunks
Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff
Handcuff your wife up while your bitch, give me a buff
I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's
The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these
Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax
I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max
Stop, you're pinchin' my nerves with rap slurs
I do my best herb, now it's time to get served
So, suck my dick, I don't smoke that shit
I don't want this shit, so you flip the script
You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
I'm always, always on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
Yeah, I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
Stop smokin' that shit, 'fore you get killed
You know the flavor, my man, so just chill
Now hold your head up and hold your head high
Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die
Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid
And you won't have no motherfuckin' gain
As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know
That shit that you smoke will make you mad, broke
I don't give a fuck about you and your crew
I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew, I'm a nasty Jew
I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees
I got the motherfuckin' S I to be, where it seed
So pack up, my man I went out of breath
I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left
So stop smokin' that shit my man
And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can
I drink Colt forty-five and talk in mad jive
You know I stay alive, my niggaz stay alive
Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin'
I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin'
Everyday, I make a nigga get right
Jealous ass, pussy ass nigga, can't fight
I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons
Ducks, any bird and bond's my word, word is bond
I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill
Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill
Pin that nigga, down right on the mat
If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat
Slap, right to the head
I'm blitzed to whip that ass, Moabo style, dead
You know what I'm sayin'?
Smokin' that shit
Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that shit
You see a nigga, you know, smokin' that shit
Real quick, my man, you're cold, smokin' that shit
Kurious Jorge, I know you're not, smokin' that shit
Zev Love, what you doin'? Smokin' that shit
Stop smokin' that shit, stop smokin' that shit
Hahaha, smokin' that motherfuckin' shit
Word up, yeah, yeah, smokin' that shit
Smokin' that motherfuckin' shit, you're motherfuckin' right
There it is, there it is, boy, oh yeah
There it is, there it is, buddy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they seem to know
The time but let's see
It's my thing, yo, it's my thing, the way I swing
Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding
Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, whisper
Mumble street slang with no doubt
You tumble if I flip don't make me shout with my vocal lip
A hip hugger, I'll mug ya, if fun to know
Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace
In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' feet don't fail me
5-0's can't see me, catch me to jail me
Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers
Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why
Does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt
I follow my nose it always knows it
Open the draw bridge close it, close it
A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it
Long ding-a-ling dong, there big booties grows it
Up, up and away, we go across the border
To Mexico, suck my toe, doo doo browns my color
No water down, no cut
A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt
Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line
Escalate never decline
I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine
No my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind
The bush, I touch tush
So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare
I's a wise guy, yeah, a smartalec
Like it or kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic, ka-blaow
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
(They thought I didn't know)
It sounded like a roc
One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it
Just for the taste of it coke I won't sniff it
Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings
I guess he owns a dust ya, I run things
Popcorn, mama, you can sniff my sock
I's a hard headed nigga, my head is like a roc
So so leave me B, boy, I'll be boppin'
When I chug-a-lug alone it ain't no stoppin', hoppin'
Skin to skin, now I must stall
Jimmy hats ain't even made like Rubbermaid at all
If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms
Cooking like onions, you'll be crying
Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays
From sunrise to sunset for days
All in the Kool-aide, don't know the flavor
Taste buds shot, waistlines duds
I love to slama on bad ass behavior
Call me Sub, I roll underground like Chuds
Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that
I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body
The hottie, I might use Karate
Snap back, 15 minutes I'll be off duty, ka-blam
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It's a break Zev love X and Subroc
For ninety tre crew massive deep
Constipated monkeys defecating
That old hard shit and ya don't quit
It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder
It sounded like a land yo slide up over
I need my room, to huff and puff
These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff
Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack
Or a blackout so be out black
Let's play catch a bad one ya caught it
I'll take your thumping heart and smote it
Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope
Over there ya have that same ole shit, here ya don't
Oh no, you don't gimme that black
Now you sing the blues while your eye's black
Don't need to flaunt, no need to front
I see right through, you very blunt
Add the two nonchalant, I do what I want
If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt, ka-blaw
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
[Foreign content]
Constipated monkeys doo-doo
[Onyx]
Now just to blow this up, like I intended
Straight from the Kausin' Much Damage will I send it
I recommend hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up
Vocals for locals the whole nine I'm blowin up
The birthstone kid, I got it goin on
Every time I throw it on, allied strength is what I'm growin on
I kick styles like maybe this one or that one
Whichever which I bust, it's got to be a fat one
Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick son
So when you pick one, man I'm gonna lick one
God style, hard with no smile
Cause I profile, for the ignorant child
And when I bust off, homeboy [?] I just bust at
Point blank range, y'all think I ain't livin strange?
I got this soul thang caught up in a head swang
I'm on the mic with the Gods, and I'm, soulflexin'
[Subroc]
Straight from the flock with skills
Pizazz your whole cipher Subroc builds, as is
As I jazz it up I grease your okey dokey then
Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is a cinch
Indeed I rap, ghetto vocal snatch your soul in tact
Now slap your head up, bob and catch stiff neck MC selector
The addict to this funk thing
And it sticks to you dramatic like static cling, for granted
Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps
Help me out the hole, to the brother I'll give double daps
Cuttin that old haps, to the straightening comb
Maybe, twine the knots, I'll have the nappy dome
Sent to the home, crankin with electric bass drag
Kick 'em big, but won't brag, I was hittin into a rag
I don't slag, so won't you let it off (let it off)
Can the MC selector set it off? (Set it off!)
Suffer the [?] my style is some big licks
Rockin it twenty-four/seven clock is broken tickless
Broke up yup I'm on, the uppity uppity note
I came my style to move, a party a part of your [?]
With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom
From Onyx my man to Zev X my physical
Yes I'm braggin like a wagon wheel I roll
I have my cake and eat it too, and lick the bowl
I'm soulflexin'
[Zev Love X]
Yo yo, can I get up on this? Get up on this?
Yo I'ma get on this, confusion, pure
I collect dust and rust colored coins
Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins
From a ton gun a big slug, as quickly
as I'm sickly, if sucks some of pig
Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust
that's been busted for a rust-like tint, [?]
Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle
No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle
Now check check check it out, I's no goody good
I wreck you're never luckin out so get the Woody Woodpecker
Check when plaid slacks was a trademark, I made marks
Now back taxes always stay at max of stacks so
I'm a bad guy and I'll snuff with a noogie (boo!)
Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man
I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus
eight hundred coats of gold in my glands
And one can on the wall, one can
If that can would, happen to fall lend out a hand, to snag it
Ill ain't nothin spilled and be drippin or leakin
See on, the lip I'm speakin and be steady seekin, some soulflexin'
The God Zev X is soulflexin'
Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin'
And the birthstone kid is soulflexin'
And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin'
And the S.O.S. are soulflexin'
Yeah the God Desaad is soulflexin'
My man [?] is soulflexin'
Haji, and Sadat X be flexin'
Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin'
My man Diego D be soulflexin'
The Gods from Long Beach be flexin'
Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin'
Phife and Jarobi be flexin'
Q-Tip and Ali be flexin'
Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin'
Maceo, Maceo be flexin'
Superman Clark Kent be flexin'
Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'
The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'
And the L.O.N.S. be soulflexin'
And the H2O be soulflexin'
And [?] be soulflexin'
Stanley Winslow be soulflexin'
And the [?] be soulflexin'
And my man Ghi Bee be soulflexin'
And the engineer Ganz be soulflexin'
And Dante is like the worst person
I want you to understand
A few words of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding
From a soul, rappin man
Has more weight in this life
Than, one-thousand men
Of science and technology, ever can
Whoo! Yo, thank yah, Deacon DJ Du Dot
Naww, I'd like to introduce, mahself
As, the Preacha Po'kchop, Amen! Amen
And I'm gon' go on, because y'all know I got it goin' on
Amen! Amen! Yea, now today
I'm gonna talk about mah life Talk about it! Talk about it
MAH days, of growing up in the church of gawd and Christ
They tried, to put ree-strictions on mah life! Talk about it
They said that, a preacher could, rock the mic! No no no
WHAT?! Huh, but I said wrong, It was wrong, it was wrong
They also said that, a Preacha could not pimp strut! No no no
I can not pimp strut
But I said wrong! Talk about it
No one tells Preacha Po'kchop, what to do with his layfe
And no one, can tell the church, what to do with their layfe
The church, controls the church Yeah, yeah
So if you want to switch up, say switch up! switch up
Yeahhh, now that's what I'm talkin! Mr. Hood Yes
Mellowness, yes
Anything is possible in mah church
That's right it's mah church! Yeah
Do you understand? Mr. Hood Yes, yes I understand
Somebody in the church understands what I'm talkin about today
Mr. Hood Yes, Hah, well now I'm droppin science
Hah, I'm droppin, bawmbs! Hah
Up in mah church todayahhh, hah
Somebody say yes, yes lawd
Glory to Gawd, glory to Gawd
Preachas, you betta watch yo' church
Because Po'kchop, is on his way
Yes, bringin the truth beyond doubt
That I've been covered by Moses
Yeah preachas, you know you're to the curb
Stealin money, from out the church pan
To put gas, in yo' Cadillac
But Po'kchop, I pimp struts
I pimp strut
Now, you know I know what's goin on
My vision is not blaurrhy
That's why, mah church does not have to worry
Because I preach, to teach, and reach one each
Ha hah! (Amen
Now, on that token, Deacon Du Dot, do dat
Sermon said, you'd lose
Spiritual awakening, in the sins of mankind
POP, POP, POP, POP
POP, POP, POP...
[Zev Love X]
Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'
Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born
To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama
like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender
Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender
I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped
Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp
Zev Love a brother I never budges
I hold everything from mics to like grudges
I won't let a bygone be a bygone
Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn
I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes
with hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up
Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman
Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?
Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop
A lot like the kid I used to break with
Way back when like eighty-four at my last look
He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took
That and a old school flavor like a bomber
like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
[Chorus]
Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)
[Zev Love X]
I won't funk fake, so let your toast go
Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit
Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary
in hot butter (Sub word to your mother)
So big shit, well dig it I rock shit
I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked
weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns
And boogie with the fly freak unique hons
You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list
I'm never played, and so we're Constipated
but so, what? I'm runnin shit in my pajamas
Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Like hot butter, you can't see this
Cause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo
C.M., on your breakfast toast
Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins
I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when?
A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin
Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten
Up high, the up high I'm covered
With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe
Down low on the down low
I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe
Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks
I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks
Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin
Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin'
Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh?
See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so?
Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten
And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums
At the corner store a sign reads, "For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail"
Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males
Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale
Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift
And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth
I'll say sweet young, from your?have some
You got some peach fuzz
"Yeah you know me!" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz
Don't drool with all the juice you dribble
Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble
Trust, just, in case you're asked why
Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly
Huntin for those plumskinzz
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop
Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin
And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh
Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges
Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges
Legs over ledges, I'm over heels
Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build
But then hard times come, oh and how
It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau
No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze
I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise
Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame
Great shape got me Great date but untamed
You never knows, where goes my hand next
Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex
Lust for lust-ful got me lustin
Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin
Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya
Baby listen close, and follow this procedure
You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin
But before you go you know we gotta get somethin
Start-ed, pump-kin, pie
I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry
By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon
In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom
I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age
Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage
Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder
Don't think I won't when I woulda
I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon
Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune
Unless it be all that, be all that
It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter
I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix
But always fix fat drums in the batter
They say you must, must share a little plum
I say, "With that idea kid, you're dumb"
I play the role, play the role, kinda shy
And keep the concept to unbutton the fly
The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore?
I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore
Raw as can be, I can be much more adore
My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw
It's plenty much, plenty much to go round
I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound
Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round
But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down
Things that make you go "Mmmmm"
Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go "Mmmmm"
If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin
And you should know, like Flynn I'm in
For those plumskinzz
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm squishin up a plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm rubbin on a plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm goin on a plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
And when I'm grabbin on a plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm?on the plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm lickin on a plum, Ya don't stop
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm nibblin on a plum, Ya don't stop
Oh Pete Nice? I'm smoother than him, man I mean
He wears suits and all, you know no disrespect
Yeah right, just a thought
Heavy D yo, the girls they love me
They love me, I just know it
Yea Positive K? He's dip dip divin
Yeah right
Yeah LL, yo he might keep the girls
But yo, I'm the man
I'm the man, as a matter of fact
Yo, see they laughin at me man
I'm the man
Yo, that ain't right
Yo, well anyway
By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, gots many plus plenty
String by string, I think I counts like twenty
If you loan me a ear, I'll return it with interest
If not, I'll simply twist the wrist
So listen up closely, with thoughts to recoup me
Cause I hope to gross like ten cent per groupie
Now only if I had two G's per strand
Ask my anchor banker, he understands
I used to wrap my hand around a cold gold can
Someone once said health is wealth, so check self
I gots a perfect check up, 'cept for a hiccup, roll with no stick up
How can I keep the goya nectars on my shelf?
Oh boya how I searched for an employer
But before Zeale Huckleberry film was in Tom Sawyer
Now use your imagination, just a smidgen
If I was a bird I'd be a pigeon
Succumb one to crumbs and pizza crust, when every fella can
Eat fresh fish and live fat like pelican
Then again, that's only if your capable for freckles
Or blue eyes , I settle for Heckle n' Jeckle
While I chuckle at my man with the cellular phone
The only phone I own's a funky xylophone's tone
Ain't no joint in, annoyin high pitched ringin
We do the tap twist and twitch bringin
Through soul and this cordless thingamajig
Sure as Onyx's clippers etch a clue to your wig
We'll do the gig so make your mind
The pipe, the bowl or us fiddlers, don't riddle us
I'll even ride a bus to the coast if clear
For okay pay, I'll say
Now all this runnin round's kickin me right in the rear
And still I'm judged by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, candy get the job done but yo, I take care of business
{Peachfuzz} Now what's up with this peachfuzz nonsense?
{Peachfuzz} What are y'all talkin about this peachfuzz?
{Peachfuzz} Nah, I just got one thing to say
{Peachfuzz} Ahh man
By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, six black hairs
String by string, I think I counts five pairs
That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up?
At least for the peachfuzz that sums up
A tidbit, yeah that's it, but who gives a sugar
Honey iced tea besides me
For if, I ever riff, yet and still, windmills
So I take time just to kill
I say cute is for a bear, teddy bear like Teddy Ruxpin
Would I be handsome if I pimped in a tux then
Smoked a cigar with some black chinese shoes then
Picked up some friends in my Benz and start cruisin
Huh, that's a dream that I ain't even livin
If that makes a man, surely I'll recommend
I'll stay a toy boy eatin Butterfingers
With Knowledge of Self, and colorin books on my shelf
I wanna grow up, cause maybe if I did then
I wouldn't be treated like a Toys 'R Us kid when
They counts ten upon my chin
By the hairs of my peachfuzz, let's say each was
An inch, psych because I can't pull or pinch
It's a wrench, and I thought life would be a cinch
But anyway, anyhow, let's talk about someway somehow
That I can make my peachfuzz grow out
Really, do I need beard that grows with no pores
Just to be respected and resemble Santa Claus?
Hear this clear, I'm a MAN I tell ya
No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell ya
A man I am, in the body of a youth
So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth
So when I knock at your hearts, let me in
And judge me not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Yeah, that's what we call, pimpin presence yo
Call me tonight, knowhatI'msayin?
You got it
Yeah, you know I eat no pork
So why can't I be as smooth as my man Dr. York?
I see none
Yo, I'm smoother than the bottom of Hammer's shoes
After three hundred spins
No love here
No hair on my chest, but my boy Ak West, I'm just smoother
I'm just smoother
Yeah right
I'm definitely smoother than y'all just saw
It's about time
I'm sayin, yo but, I don't want to hear
{Peachfuzz} none of this peachfuzz nonsense
{Peachfuzz} Peachfuzz
{Peachfuzz} You know
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz} He's a little boy
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
This is a remix
To what?
It's a remix
To what?
It's a remix
Let's get right down to
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
Let's get right down
To the nitty gritty
Born again, a soul bend blends
K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends
X-tends to grip palm and causin' calm in
His knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'
As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper
What you needed was a wake-up call to the sun, you sleeper
You don't wants get woke by the wolf, does ya?
Naaah, good guessin'
Switch the pitch up, another session
From the infamous God Squad
You see, we's all peas in the same pod, God
Odd after 7, my attribute is even
My tolerance is gone and my word is bond
You see the Nitwits knockin'
Preach, "The Lord'll change your life around"
I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown
Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, they musta
Been guzzlin' that 85 proof, ask Busta
Question number one, how can you go wrong?
K.M.D., can I sing this song? Sho' nuff
The nitty gritty, do the nitty gritty
Get on down and let's do the nitty gritty
Busta Rhymes from the top of Chill City
Flippin' on the rhythm, showin' you that I get busy
Stand up for the right of the young and the witty
Movin' inconspicuous like a baby kitty
Moved to the island and I left the urban city
Whylin' in the Island till I find a young bitty
Baby doll, well, I never ever fall
Hard, let the God Squad in the dancehall
K.M.D., Brand Nubian
Leaders of the New School always be chillin'
Hold up, so I can get illy
First to interfere here and I'm comin' back silly
Now I feel the vibes of the choco in the Philly
You know you can't fuck because we rippin' it, Smitty
I know you love this song
Won't you do that to break the dawn
Onyx, God, tell me what is going on?
What, what goes? As far as I know, see, bros
Are havin' trouble knowin' who's friends and who's foes
The worst Devil is a black Devil
Because you come disguised as a wolf in sheep's clothes
Like Preacher Porkchop who keeps the church clappin'
Mo' comes the money, mo' money got him yappin'
He sucks your bucks, so his pockets fatten
He's got some guts, he pimp-struts up to Staten
Island, I be chillin' in Long Island, Long Beach
Hippin' Gods to they culture with the strong speech
I build with the Nubians I chill with
I fill with my zig-zag-zig
I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat
The Devil man in this land, he won't allow that
So brother man, I don't wanna bust you
But if you don't know the Devil, gee, I can't trust you
Knowmsayin', man?
You just can't brothers
Who don't know what time it is
True indeed, true indeed, yo
So Lord J
Yo, that's true indeed
And I know the time of the day
Lord Jamar, goes like this
Life's hardships, stones are placed and one must face
Trips, falls and spills to kills and 'cause mishaps
These are some of his traps but I got a jewel, that needs
No gift wrap, so just receive, believe when shown the light
The Devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right to the source
Of our loss, stop wearin' the cross, do for self, kill that
"Yes, sir, boss," and when you do, from the other you won't beg
Can't you see my brother, you're the Arma-Legga-Leg
Arm, supreme head, and instead of relyin', why don't you
Start tryin'? You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt
'Cause when you stop tryin' that makes victory exempt, from your
Cipher, the life you lead is not hype, the blackman was not born
To be a gutter snipe or an alley cat, you should be steppin'
To the rally fat, not just with dough, but with the knowledge
You know, so, get up and go, get yourself a book of life
Instead of living life like a hooker
Get some knowledge of self and do for self
Yo man, brothers ain't tryin' to check it out
You know what I'm sayin'?
Crack, crack them skulls, man
I see some so crazy deaths
Men, from head to toe they're full of lead
I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead
So I taught children 'fore I flipped
'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped
I dipped back to the roots, I am a king with ranks
Cream in the coffee, clay thing, no thanks
Why play the role like all silly teens?
I'm the black bowling ball knockin' pins to smithereens
Each teach in every town, relate that
The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that
Coon, jiggaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix
Give me a, in reverse, Psalms 82 and 6
"All Gods, and children of the Most High"
Cave-guys still fry in the sun, don't deny
I got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie
I am the lion, goodnight, defyin' evil's the bull's eye
It's like this and my word is bond
This is a modern type of style, look at what I did
A Devil still can't build a pyramid
I dug a tunnel to Asia, wrote a speech with a laser
Rush your brain with a new genetic strain
The God in God's clothing, and the Devil's loathing
Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn
I smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham
Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's natty dread
He got a [Incomprehensible], used to be a foot fet'
The city [Incomprehensible] and I forgot to mention
That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough
Zig-zag-zig, watch the blackman get big and burst
The blackman is first
I drive a black Hearse and I bury all the Devils
With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty and my
The nitty gritty and my
The nitty gritty
And my word is bond
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty and my
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty and my
The nitty gritty
The nitty gritty and my
The nitty gritty
[Mr. Hood] Let's enter this jewerly shop.
[Zev Love] Ahc'mon Mr. Piocalles man hook it up
14K, def bracelet, you can't beat it kid!
[Piocalles] No I cannot do that.
This is not a pawn shop, this is Piocalles Jewelry!
Ahh, Mr. Hood, my favorite customer!
What can I do for you today?
[Mr. Hood] I would like to see some gold rings.
[Piocalles] Ahh yes we have these stupid phat gold rings,
perfect for your masculine hands.
[Mr. Hood] Some earrings for my wife.
[Piocalles] How about these elephant studded diamond earrings,
perfect for the woman of your dreams.
[Mr. Hood] And a watch, for my cousin.
[Piocalles] Ahh yes we have a Rolex for just under three-thousand
seven-hundred and ninety-two.
[Mr. Hood] That is a beautiful watch.
[Zev Love] No actually it's two-thousand, three-hundred
and thirty-six green.
[Mr. Hood] Many thanks for your help.
[Zev Love] Yeah he's always trying to jerk people!
[Mr. Hood] My name is Mr. Hood. What is your name?
[Zev Love] Hmm... yeah I'm Zev Love X from K.M.D.
[Mr. Hood] I am pleased to meet you.
[Zev Love] Oh yeah likewise uhh, how ya doin anyway?
[Mr. Hood] Perfectly well, thank you. And you?
[Zev Love] Ohh... I'm just chillin, ya see uhh
but I got one problem. I come in here to pawn this
bracelet, see cause this rhymin for nickels business
ain't makin it. What I need is a job uhh...
where you work at? They hiring?
[Mr. Hood] Follow this avenue (yeah) turn right at the corner (uh-huh)
go to the left when you reach the square. (yeah)
It is the house next to the theater.
[Zev Love] Ohh. Huh. Yeah I know the line of work you're in, yeah.
[Mr. Hood] Would you care for a spoon? They are not too expensive.
[Zev Love] No go, I don't deal with that stuff.
As a matter of fact...
This reminds me of the days of dwelling with those who
killed off the weak for fancy clothes and hoes too
Not opposed to the picket fence dream
Where both lines are same side of the gate
It seems that it's all coming back to me now
Yeah ummmmm ahhhhhh I figured it was about two summers ago
No joking, no I lie to win
Cause it was a crackpot, yeah Crackpot Jenkins
I first met Crackpot in like Head Starts
And then I knew he wasn't too head smart cuz I scribbled in art
He insisted on standing in the sandbox to collect unknown
amounts of pebbles and stones to throw rocks
Dissin the wrist he flicked was suddenly an early physics lesson
Two atoms can't occupy the same space
at the same time, acknowledged by the playground's boot to wesson
Who felt pops rock then cracked pops face
Considering his aim, I warned he could hurt others with his game
Ms. Kristmahn warned the same
Although, he didn't care the heat cuz in a decade and one year
He continued to throw rocks for a career
Pain and more pain as he pelt rocks felt by
Every brother and brown will soon be dealt
One more rock thrown, ahh shoot
Under the van was a boy in a blue suit
Still a lot of rock throwin goin on up the block
But a pocket full of pebbles what locked up Crackpot
Should've used his wrists for the cut like Subroc
Maybe then he'd have avoided the cacophony jackpot
Yeah, the phony jackpot
[Zev Love] Yo man, we got much better things to do with your time
[Mr. Hood] Show me something better
[Zev Love] What, something better? We built this place man.
We're the Gods of the Universe, Kings and Queens
of the planet.
(If you or I could see this individual, we might call him an
impractical dreamer, or a crackpot.)
[Zev Love] No, I'm not crackpot.
(Would you have seen the scientific, intellectual, creative
genius, in a small ragged negro boy?)
Bert, is that you?
Ahh, an empty place, oh, I love it
A perfect place to practice the exciting art of humming
Bert?
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X
Very interesting this thing
Coming and drumming, there's hummingbirds with wings
And feathers of the same, so we flock much
Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this
Mic, to touch like an entire stadium
With my boys to aid me, so we'll play, if you pay me some
Beats sound fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickenin'
To those with no soul, as I roll with my [Incomprehensible]
Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn
Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born
Minus, the Jim jinkle jankle Hammerschitt
His name, ain't my name, 'cause X ain't permittin' shit
I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip
Z L be rippin', out we'll rip
No, no, no, shake your hip or your rump
Forget about what I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum with the Birthstone Kid
You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger
I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger
Swingin' hard like a forty deuce on a hooker
Cuter than Booker, a real good looker
Yeah, a brown man is gettin' down and
To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man
I'm just the R&B;'s beats kickers kickin' lingo
'Til comes my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be Pele
Scorin' hard, I eat no porkchops or lard
So trust in me becaue you trust in God
The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man
'Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand
I'm not your average everyday cotton pickin' or bailin' hay
Hoe trickin' brother who likes to eat chicken
Anyway, just hum along as the drummer drums along
This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along
Hum with the one Subroc
Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and I'll sing it
So bring it back and forth, just to swing it
Swinging a voom to a hum, can get smooth
So I choose to rock slow, to amuse
To the apex, I strides from L I Strong
To the car new age, to rip raw
Need no rehease, I bust fat styles galore
Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more
Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess
I toss or throw it up and when it drop, I'm forced to blow it up
Give a little, take a little, grunt or fake a little
Pause, you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin' it
All your hopes cease, so listen closely, hush
I wrote boastin' note, you can't stop the humrush
Bow, blowin up, one nine eight, X plus
And this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker
I wish I could go along with you but I do have a problem. I've got
My (Soul!) but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)
Poor X not only do I headsweat from headsets
Full time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct
Next step's to count sheep
But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they sleep
Yeah they sleep I think I'll check a shorter story
Title Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these
Sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged
Yeah, I know turn the page
Ha-ha huh let's begin
Book-marks the first page
And reads once upon an age in a far far land
Lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course
From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across
Just to witness Sam's crop business
Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this
Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams
He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)
Page 2 Sam view's the sight -
What goes at Bo's over his picket white
Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin'
Sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe
Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin'
Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin'
'Bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky
The plot thickens, onto page 3
Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue
Once nothin then cock-a-doodle-doo
All three knew this tool more than well
Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells
Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop
Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop
Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye
For something here is not quite cipher
"E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo
"Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe?
O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds
Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
Plus make true my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?"
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one hoe goes from one's garden
Page 4 Little Bo weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped
Through a hole in Sam's six foot fence
Where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants
Hence the moral of the fable
Always keep a boring book on your night table
A Tom is not able
But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard
(Check check run it)
(Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline)
Give it here! [x5]
[Subroc]
Here we go here we go
Give me a girl if not I'll still pull it
Gimme a tek 9 millemeter full 'em bullets
Gimme like eight quarters for every buck
Gimme three feet I swing to fast and duck
You suck
I give ya gutter balls if you plan strikes
cause I'm the pin hitter, skinner of my likes
You get it all back and a big bunch of PSYCHES
First gimme props and double check 'em like Nikes
I be an old man if ya judge by my thoughts
Gimme none of those I take no shorts, um
If in case ya stop flippin
Gimme now take it back and let ya Waltz Whitman
Gimme guidline and gimme my toast
You pronounce tomato
I pro the nouns tomahto
Yo black that's my cheese don't touch it it's Nachos
I'm a dog every day I taste el gatos
Gimme good eats and don't think to pork it
I gots a plank and I'll make your mother walk it
Don't talk shit New York I stalk it
Gimme reason to shut your mouth my fist'll caulk it
What ya got?
[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
[Subroc]
Well welcome me back like my man Cotter
If not, I'll leave ya flat broke with nada
Cause I gotta keep my style flexin' like areobic
Gimme elbow room I'm crazily close to phobic
Gimme a doo-rag for my hair
I'll give ya a ten foot pole
Touch it, it's up your rear
I hear a sequence, gimme so I can tell a tattle-teller
Now shut your mouth while I speak it accapella
I'm the yellow maraca medium brown tone
I do what I feel cause child I'm grown
Gimme no canola rock oils
Gimme alot of loot and I still won't straighten my nappy coils
You won't gimme alot of loot? (What!?)
I'll give ya alot of lumps
My fist'll raise ya and give ya razor bumps
Never did like chumps
They brought me mad grumps
With a grudge, I don't budge like tree trunks
I been a bad ass since I's a child
Throws me in jail, I got the nail file
Gimme a roti for my collibre
Trade it to me, yes you should worry, alot
What ya got?
[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
[Subroc]
I'm like a IRS ready to tax someone
So when you see me comin come and dreadin'
Hold up a big tight fist for power to blacks
Gimme a choo choo train for my bad ass tracks
Gimme a kite or it might be a head I fly
Gimme a old record and kiss that shit goodbye
Double or not I want it back
Chance it black
If it nice roll the dice...
Ya got a six, five and a four
But the rat-a-tatter in my pocket says
I don't think so
Give it up (give it here)
Whatcha got?
Reach grab ya get elbowed or speed knot
Gimme a frame I'll put it around you
So 5-0s and all my folks can hound you
Disrespect my boys will surround you
Smack you up, black you up, pound you
Down the drain like they is pain
Ya can't stand me if ya can't stand the rain
Hail earthquakes or thunder
So if I knock ya off don't wonder
No wonder what ya got
[Subroc]
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
(Give it here!)
The whole shebang
[Subroc]
...Yo if you don't know the time by now...yo
check the clock, yeah yeah check the clock, yeah yeah
[Intro]
[BEEP!] The fuck was that man?
That shit blew my head man...
[Zev Love X]
I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like glocks
A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety locks
Won't get knocked cause I avoid the rage
Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS
Used to carry blades, now I'm fully loaded, save the bullshit
Tempt me I'ma empty the whole shit, that's that cold shit
And that's what I'm into, and plus it's winter
And beef ain't squished until the bullet enter
Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out
I'm stickin up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out
cause my rent's due, fuck with my money I'ma dead you
And you can tell the {?} sent you, and he meant it
Cut your throat, and maim your last breath, wait
I got a bullet for your ass wit'cha name and your death date
Nigga!
[Interlude]
There it is - that's what got him
I don't know man...
[Chorus: Zev Love X]
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (he's gonna Get-U-Now)
[Intro]
[Zev Love X]
I had to get a shotty, the barrel's a double one
Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum
Stuck on it, I'm settin it, bring it if you want it
And I still got my .22, I'll never point it though
I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets
So fuck my mother-in-law, I'm fin' to run the streets
Be the syntax error, delete
I live to spin wax, compete with off beat
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Zev Love X]
I got it, my tool, my utensil
to draw led in that ass like a pencil with a stencil
And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer
And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber
Ain't that a bummer? I'll take you out your misery
I'll be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker!
I'm rakin in the dough by the heap
(Get the cash) C-Cypher-Punks can't 'pete
(Buck his ass) The last that you heard of your Jeep
As you sleep, I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap
[Chorus: w/ variation "we gonna Get-U-Now"]
[Outro]
Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop!
You know what the fuck we talkin about, word is bond
[Subroc]
Peace! This is the one Subroc
Chillin here, with my partners
And they're about to do, the Gas Face, rebuttal
Yeah, quite subtle
His name is Zev Love X
He's gonna kick it next
[Zev Love X]
And I'ma kick it like this (uh-huh)
A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to quirk one's clockwork
A jerk threw a wrench, I thought it missed
Made me so pissed I felt a ball in my fist
to drive to place a blister on that certain mister
That's one more on my list of scrubs lined up to kiss
the very X on my Swatch watch ticker
Every second on the second, I kick a rhyme to wreck it
every minute, catchin the bag, I'm fin' to skin it
One of the more than one ways it pays to stay in it to win it
Mike is riffin, think I'm gonna pay my bill still?
On your grill you gets a Gasface Refill
Ill, I hit and bend, what's up to style
The owner of the hand, I never ran a mile
in your shoes, sang blues with the so-called jewels
you claim no lose if you choose to snooze
You're just another Gasface Victim
[Subroc]
Yeah, who's next? My man
Yo he's gonna kick it
His name is Onyx
[Onyx]
And I'ma bust it like this
Well if the face fits take it, eventually you have to make it
If someone states that word is bond and then break it
See my word is bond that I shall never dye my hair blonde
Cause of my culture am I fond
It's not the goal to give the Gas Face
The goal is to uplift the whole soul race
But if you step to this brother, thinkin punk is to peace
it's a sad one (UH-UHHH, YOU CATCH A BAD ONE!)
Check yourself, keep a gas mask handy
Then shall you dig, you'll find it dandy
to never leave home without it cause there's not a doubt about it
that you'll end up short in this sport, so resort
to a wise way of thinkin, never sleep, not even blinkin
Never start sinkin in the old man's quicksand
And if you fight, for others in the cause
Then the gas face is truly yours
[Interlude]
Yeah, signed and sealed
Onyx, the birthstone kid
Yeah I like that, one more time
I'll tell you what - one more time, like this
[Zev Love X]
Set up correct with the effect
The second of two episode I recollect
'Twas not to dismiss a myth, with the stamp of approval
And the super common blue eyes respect what the heck
In the steps of the King Solomon who used a jin
to clear his whole temple from within
Does make my head spin, when one dares to question
How one learns a lesson, you guess it turns
[Onyx]
A smile to a frown, from a smirk to a chuckle
Knowledge of self, a gas mask with a buckle
Here rides the clan, this land with gas chamber
Here to threat and bring sweat to the stranger
That old serpent had the gall
Saying that he knew how I felt, yet and still, he's living tall
Yeah that's a laugh but surely we'll trick him
Flip the coin, make him a Gas Face victim!
[Outro]
Yeah, once again
That's how we kicks it, for 80-deca
Yeah, guess the B-Side wins it, y'knahmsayin?
Yeah but who gets the Gas Face this time?
No Gas Face for SD-50
No Gas Face for Plugs One, Two and Three
No Gas Face for Michael and Peter
No Gas Face for the Brand Nubains
Preacher Porkchop ["Another Gas Face victim"]
For all the Uncle Toms ["Another Gas Face victim"]
What about the New York cabbies ["Another Gas Face victim"]
Yo what about [?] the weird boy ["Another Gas Face victim"]
No Gas Face for the Ansaars on the Ave
No Gas Face for Frukwan the God
Yeahhh no Gas Face to [?] the S.O.I.
No Gas Face for my man D-Black
No Gas Face for the engineer Ganz
No Gas Face for the Nubian Nation
Yeah, but uhh, what about that dude [?]
The [?] ["Another Gas Face victim"]
Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We in the B room...I wish I had the A room...
KMD H2o and this is how we go
("I don't really know but somebody said some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head")
[H2O]
Original recipe but not from Kentuky
Bunch of nilla ass niggaz throwing bolos like Rocky
Pass the ism and watch a nigga get risen
Witcha pen to the pad I fuck ya head up with this rythm, um
With the fat shit that make your fuckin hat flip
(Back)I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split
Swingin the f with H20 and K.M.D.
Comin crazy mad looped for the ninteen nine three
So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it
I'd like to take this time to say peace to the masses
We kicks the shit to put the rump in your trunk cause
We got the funk we got it
We got the funk and don't forget it
Taste the terror in ya area so check it
Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected
So pass the philly so a nigga can get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit ya head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up!)
[Zev Love X]
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once a day
I'm rollin phily blunts till I'm really a silly dunce
So don't fuck around
The X ain't glued tight
Oh yeah I'll tell ya somethin, your drums aint cued right
I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp
It's under the cherry moon
To me that's a cheap tramp
The drips from the bottle gettin hit from the back, kid
The OE poster model gettin stuck like thumbtacks did sticker
I'm sicker than the black plauge I'm quicker
To fuck wit ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee
Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback
Gooey be the bastards, punch buggy black attack
I wish to be, rich like daddy
But when I bite into a york pepperment patty I'm batty
I'm needing new frontier to conquor cause in rap there's more toys than Tonka
Like a tumor or a rumor I'm finna spread
Somebody said, some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head
I don't really know but...
Somebody said ? fuck wit ya head!
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Fuck wit ya head!
Check it out, check it out, check it out, who's next nigga, time out
[CMOB]
DL DL! That's my name don't wear it out
And all do respect, but get my dick out your mouth
Your fiending your fiendin so I hit you with these dope
Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke
The boom to the dome when a physical reacts
I'm stronger than co-cocaine I mean crack
Not condonin the usage of drugs, or drug abuse
The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost?
I pop mad shit cause there's enough to go around
I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town
So all ya bitch take ya pills if ya know what's real
And if ya know what's real, all ya bitch take ya pills
I kick the fat shit, and make it hard to handle
If your bitin' on my dick, it makes you a cannibal
Never simplistic, always realistic
No you can't hit this so don't try the fit this (Check it)
Let me bust off and dust it down with cement
Nigga from the 12 fuckin wit ya head
I'll Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!
I'll Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
I'll check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head!
I'll check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head!
[Subroc]
Mr. Roc the cock blocker, bullet blocker
With the tears I give ya fears I'm the eardrum knocka
Villian, I knocked 'em out to the head
I used the 'chete so he didn't pull the bullet instead
He knew I was the man standin there
He ran with fear, and I troubled there
I take ya girl NIGGA
Ya jealous NIGGA
I got the fellas and we're all runnin triggas
Me and my black rugged time machine
I bury kids, teleport to dream
Have a seat yeah, sit right there
In the electric chair, so I'll cut off ya hair
Be out, no you can't get no cash back
Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya ass
Let me just slow down time
And make some musical rhythms that fuck wit ya mind
Check it out check it out
Fuck wit ya head!
..Fuck wit ya head!
Check it out! Fuck wit ya head!
Le jour efface, sur mon corps endolori
Infligees par L'ennui, les plaies de la veille
Il me veut supporter encore, en depit du mal qui me
poursuit,
son eprouvant rituel.
Rentrerons alors en scene, autant d'ennemis pour moi,
Mille autres etres, et leur bonheur cruel, qui prendront par
a la mascarade.
Je revetirai encore, teinte de noir a l'odeur pluie,
Le costume use qui aurait tant jure autrefois, mais qui sied
aujourd' hui si bien a mon role.
Dans les mondes clairs que seule l'ivresse inspire, la
Remember...
A last present, will you care about it
take it in memory of our broken romance
for you what only remains is diamond dust
blown in the air...immaculate
nothing else than nothing
just a candle steaming
how do you call the wine, the bitter wine irritating my throat?
how do you call this vicious poison you threw to my
face, making my eyes sting?
for you what only remains is diamond dust
blown in the air...
I feel behind indifference, the seed of revenge growing in me
I hear behind the curtain the vicious murmur guiding the beast in me
Running won't bring me anywhere, I can't find. I won't
find what you were
addicted, there's no remedy - it's passion. it's excess that
takes place in me
Acid can't freeze and bloods can't join
wrong alchemy, the damage is done
I kissed the feet, now can be born and find a reason to be
Love: electric twilights, mystic fogs, pornography for
angels, diamond dust blown in the air and then the
candle dies...
Lovers: philosophers in doubt. theorists of nothingness
rocked by the illusion of their poisoned literature.
Addicted.
Were you always mine?
Your vicious aims got the better of me
I hear the voices of regrets shouting at me, shouting at
The whys, the hows
I drew a line from here to nowhere, a path to
redemption,
will I come back some day?
Walking on a road to nothing...will I come back some day?
Love in order to hide what you are: hte in disguise,
doped morality
trying to keep the flame burning
As we were born we'll all die, so we must keep ready
the finger on the trigger, ready to free
Ourselves of the growing tumour gnawing our guts,
know that when life humiliates, air is immaculate...
What can remain for the years to come
paralytic reality
vanity undeer valium
It's just a secret that you can't hide
lines that I can read even in lies
It's written on your lips and in your eyes
I can't stand it anymore, things must cease
It must cease and I know how to proceed
it's your turn
l'hiver recouvre mon corps d'un linge blanc et froid,
hiver! est-ce linceul que tu poses sur moi?
Par ton souffle glacial est-ce la mort qui me parle?
Taches-tu de guider vers elle, mes pas dans la nuit?
et dans mes longs delires,
je m'en remets a lui
ainsi qu'aux astres fideles
eux qui restent invariants comme des ecrits sacres.
lejour efface, sur mon corps endolori
infigees par l'ennui, les plaies de la veille.
il me veut supporter encore, en depit du mal qui me
poursuit,
son eprouvant rituel.
quelle est cette force qui m'attire en ces lieux interdits?
seule ivresse ne peut etre seule maitre a ces repits, seule
maitre a ces repits...
et se je rampe pour finir ma route,
c'est que mes forces me quittent
dans les mondes que m'inspire la compassion de
l'absinthe,
Je vois des paysages endormis,
des forets a l'allure infinite,
des jours et des nuits qui n'en sont plus,
de vastes lacs a l'eau calme et limpide ou je vois sombrer
ma peine dans un silence exquis.
le jour efface, sur mon corps endolori
infligees par l'ennui, les plais de la veille.
Il me veut supporter encore, en depit du mal qui me
poursuit
son eprouvant rituel
Quelle est cette force qui m'attire en ces lieux interdits?
la seule ivresse ne peut etre seule maitre a ces repits, seule
maitre a ces repits...
Parce que le froid, parce que le vide, le temps est un leurre
si mon corps se fane il ne cesse de porter en lui ce lourd
fardeau qu'est mon ame,
et moi qui boit la liqueur trouble, des gorgees comme des jours,
est-ce le gout de l'ennui qui l'a rendue infame?
les besoins me trainent,
c'est l'envie qui me mnaque
instants exquis autant de battements de cils angeliques,
qui me nourissez d'ailleurs,
tirez-moi a jamais de ma prison de chair!
Stay calm for a while. The reunion has just begun
I can now find outside what is still consuming me frim inside:
There's a part of me waiting for a promise
Can I now find inside the strength enough to master outside?
This part of me guiding me to nowhere?
La vita senza te, la vita senza te...
Will save my world
Dicami perché
Let me close your eyes, let me close your eyes...
And change all that comes behind... behind...
Madness is waiting for me inside
With its velvet arguments from outside
An immaterial heroïn?
Or your metamorphose?
It gave me a weapon from outside
And covered my wounded mind with a sigh
I'm a child who found a knife
Ready to revenge the lost
It's me. It's me
You never knew me so fragile...
It's me, can't you see?
You never worried so much
For me, for me and the sanity of my thoughts
It's me. It's me, can't you remember?
La vita senza te, la vita senza te...
Will save my world
Dicami perché
Let me close your eyes, let me close your eyes...
Hold on my breath my resonance
The sun was really be (...)
Be sure it won't be the same... Another world will arise...
All these x-rated emotions
All the blood on my hands did don't make me change
Look at the tears
On my cheeks
The tears on my cheeks
Are from the child who
Used to cry in your arms
All innocent tears
Are fallen
They won't delay
My curse this time
All innocent tears
Are fallen
They won't delay
My curse this time
La vita senza te, la vita senza te...
Will save my world
Dicami perché
Let me close your eyes, let me close your eyes...
Hold me now
I can't break the chains of this sorrow
I can't break the chains of this sorrow
Can't hold me now and my sanity
At this bloody edge of the chasm
Just say next to me
When the demons are asleep,
When the demons are asleep, we are as one
I can't break the chains of this sorrow
I can't break the chains of this sorrow
Can't hold me now and my sanity
At this bloody edge of the chasm
Leaving me, entering you
Will you master this feeling?
This mandatory weakness,
In a frozen conscience.
I'm the only witness of my execution
I love when you have no defence
I love when distress makes you cry my name
Just stay next to me
When the demons are asleep
But every time I kill you, I am the one who dies
In front of reality, the voices of the city
Are no more there
I meet my worst enemy: it is you
So it is me 'cause we are as one
Every belief, every fault
Every lost corpse on the road
Every cathodic shout
Every glass which saw you drown
Every girl who saw you strong
Every reprieve before riot
Every death in the family
Every porno-love story
Every heart surgery
Leaving me, entering you
Will you master this feeling?
This mandatory weakness,
In a frozen conscience.
I. LOVERS GUIDED BY DESIRE
See them sparkle, the embers of dawn
Vipers in the garden of love, unknown clandestines in
The Kingdom of delight, take on the night.
Disloge the inhabitants of this blessed domain,
Lovers guided by illusion, take on the night.
Attractive rapists with pure faces unknown clandestines in
The kingdom of delight.
A blessed domain, only the ones who know cross the line,
Evading in a shared magical dream.
A magical dream... rocked by betrayal that dirted my existence.
II. LOVERS COLLIDE WITH REALITY
And the spell worked:
Feeling this passion
Paralyzed in this rising hell
Too wake up is too hard
Perishing in the embers of dawn.
A blaze in the mists of your heart
Punished my act, punished my act
You, mastering the end as a thought
Punished my act
Hear this requiem in two parts
Embers in the fire of dawn glide and collide
A dying sun shines on each of my days
In the widow of my hopes that strungled my own hands,
The story ended in a last caress of faith.
As purity, leaving with this yearning
This load prevents me from moving forward
Dazzled by the light in your eyes
I can't believe what happened last night, unbearable
tragedy, your words were razor blade hits in my heart, an
apologia for suicide.
Go and find what you have to find, there is nothing for
you here, you must know I'm not here to be the icon you
adore, when everything hurts, find your respite
elsewhere.*
all these years spent in coma...a pathetic psychodrama,
here is what we lived
Coming back to reality is so hard...I must find an exit to
regain my purity.
You've got the weapon in your hands: your cute eyes were
all for me
"you've got no reason to stay, so let the bullet find its way
and let enter the sunlight"
I followed your star to empty skies, I did it so many times,
I thought it was a way to approach you, a way to keep you forever
I could endure all the tortures until you sleep away
Never coming back
What a deplorable denouement, did we some day share anything?
"Persist in your mediocrity, follow like a slave, I can
nothing for you, go and find your way.
Apologia for suicide, find your respite elsewhere. Let the
bullet find its way and let enter the sunlight"
All these years spent in coma, all these waits
No one to rest on , no help of fate, all these waits
It was an harmony of fates
A perfect evidence:
We were tightrope walkers above lives
And suddenly the rules changed
Do you know them? No place for hazard
And suddenly, the opponent changed
How many risks did you take?
You carit follow me in decline
Do you hear me "in decline"?
Trapped in myself I am the prey
I carit listen to your lies, listen to your lies
Trapped in yourself, the mentor became a martyr
Its just an harmony of fates I must forget
Am I courageous enough?
And suddenly the rules changed
Do you know them? No place for hazard
And suddenly, the opponent changed
How many risks did you take?
You can't break, this equilibrium, kill this harmony
What am I supposed to search?
A shelter or an asylum?
You can't bury this evidence, its our living wage
Who am I supposed to pray?
A courageous devil or a cowardly god?
Wait... I must have a break to realize...
That the mercy of the sky... all the mercy of the sky
Worit break... the velvet ropes festering me to you...
And worit heal these deep wounds digged by your words...
I'll never regret. I could be silent forever
I could hide the truth forever
But I confess... that I'll soon destroy what remains of me...
Never regret... this kind of feelings... can you hide it?
I spent so much time to try to convince myself
I spent so much time to think that disillusions fade away...
But I still feel the same...
Nothing seems to change
I still feel the same... convictions are away
And suddenly the rules changed
Do you know them? No place for hazard
And suddenly, the opponent changed
How many risks did you take?
It was an harmony of fates
A perfect evidence:
Am I the one I think, the one I hope
Prisoner of my own state of mind?
Is it me who looks at me through the mirror?
Or is it the betrayer imploring?
The ones I met in my endless nights seem so real
Dreams are war fields, ruined churches on infinite plains
Children live here, they are dying. dying by using
each of their breaths singing gruesome songs again...and again
Patience
the only way to catch the light
Give me the illusion to live
Give me the rain to wash my past years, give me the wind
to move torments away
Give me the lfame to burn her memory
Time bastard time, cruel enemy
You use your more efficient weapon on me
Chrisantemums now rot on the coffin
You wore her down, now you wear me down
Life like a requiem, a monotonous requiem
Declaration of war! Fire! Water! Air! Take my pain away!
Take my dying planet away!
Take the children that cry away!
Take the doubt haunting me away!
And bring my dignity back.
For me the days have lost all of their savour
Pathetic agony, sadistic oblivion!
A dying wish, a last prayer, show me the boundary ou la nuit s'acheve
Fire!
Water! Air! Take my pain away!
Whe...Did time...Put...its bloody lips...on mine
Of dear mistress, you who gave me a sense to my existence
Oh dear mistress, this dance is a trance to eternity!
...may these landsxapes be mine, and let have a trip to them...together
A trip far from my dying planet, a trip dar from the
children that cry.
Bring my dignity back and accept all my apologies
The end seems now so near! Doubts now wear their
blackest dress
Open my veins and you will find two colours of blood
spilling of them
One for hers and one for mine, the one feeding me,
the other poisoning me
Sick and blind, weak and blind, the one I was, the one I am
The sea in which I'm now drowning is the one that she filled
with her tears
The sea in which I'm now drowning is deep...enough...to
When Your eyes will find these words, my reason won't be
anymore...
will you forgive me?
See my decline
Between the flesh and the blood
My soul tired of living is going out
Muses scream their symphony for the dying part of me
What a sad dusk tonight
I spent my life
Waiting for nothing
Expecting this morbid night
Fighting to loose
My mind here like an enraged beast
Shut up vicious voices that shout since years and years
Leave me endless hours and take with you pages
Of my life dirtied by boredom
And you my love, forget me
Madness...take me
the hopes caressing my heart are the fact of your coming
Each beat of it, shapeless bride, will be yours
'cause your the only one
I feel you by my side
Whispering my name
Drying my tears
Here is the term of my wait
Here is the term of my agony
The pure side, guide of my schemes is now leaving my body
Protect me of the fear of the unknown
Prevent me of regretting her love
My reason bleeds on the autel of non-sense
Escaping from its cell: my head broken by shame
Will you forgive me?
Nothing rational left, I must break our promise
A thousand stars disturb my dreams witnesses of my tears
A slow caress pulled me from my sleep
I'm waking up but my eyes stayed closed.
The taste of reality will now leave my lips
My new mistress, the one you call Death
The one you dread will received my soul
In its last residence.
La mort, ultime delivrance
Va briser les chaines qui liaient mon ame
A ce spectre du passe
Que le sang puisse effacer
Cette promesse bafouee.
A garden of roses, of peace and quiet,
Will make so sweet the feeling of eternity
In their words forever lost, could they just think
It was the only way for me?
The blood and sorrow
Have dicted their laws
It was the only way for me, to be by your side
The pain, the cold compain of existence
The pain, brought me to new landscapes
The pain, spilling in my veins, like the memory of your grace.
It was the only way for me
To be by your side and forget these cold nights
To take me to the other side.
Just a word, a sign to breath the rope
Forget these gloomy hours
A word to leave this cold night.
A sign, too much for you to give
You left me behind you under this black sky
The back whipped by a boling rain
That swept away my soul.
The wording, the last act we played
Is coming back to me, like ghosts wandering in my head
And here the storm subsided.
A slow caress pulled me from my sleep
Waking up but my eyes stayed closed
An iced kiss, then froze my lips.
An iced kiss, then froze my lips
My flight just failed
My suicide rimed aground...
And only wander in the ruins of my past
Trapped in the embrace of
Memory is a poison, to the eyes of lovers
And other rose for your grave...
... Bloody silence
And from this day, remorse devours my mind.
Is this one the last?
From this day on this dream consumes me
Wishing to feel the heat of your sigh through the stone.
Memory is a poison to me
A torture is this bloody silence.
Fantasy meets reality... feel my arms
And from the earth, from the place
No one returns, I wished so strong
That I heard
I heard the voice, I heard the call
I saw the body and the face
I felt her lips, I felt her breath
But the breath was cold.
Reason gave me up taken by the flames of silence
Reason gave me up killed by these images that torture me
Enchained to the grave of the past
Homeless, I know that I could find
Hidden below the marble, the last whisper
Which could nurse me again
And take pleasure listening
To this voice, which sings the notes
That I used to love
And I take pleasure, remembering the sweetness
Here we are, back on our first steps where expectations fall
Here we are, waiting for a sign of mankind
A human existence proof to decide to carry on... or not...
By my side... you can't seek an answer now
Oh, by my side... but further each second now
Is there a possible u-turn, a path to come back in their world?
To feel your joy again, instead of this pain...
You walked during hours, vomiting your mistakes on each of your steps
Is there a possible u-turn, a path to come back, not on your knees?
Because you can't wait... because you can't count anymore
The dead people that you did met on the road
Fate is a burden... from your birth to the grave
Without you I can't break the distances of truth anymore
I'm a disarmed warrior a clandestine passenger on the rails of perdition
Without you I can pretend I am alive anymore
I can't give to the light another shape anymore
A respite just another day to find an exit
Can't you give it to me?
Hear this calling! Hear the calling!
Just a rest, just another break to slow its arrival
Can you feel it's coming?
Hear this calling! Hear this calling!
By my side... you can't seek an answer now
Oh, by my side... but further each hour now
But further each hour now
But further each hour now
A respite just another day to find an exit
Can't you give it to me?
Hear this calling! Hear the calling!
Just a rest, just another break to slow its arrival
Can you feel it's coming?
Hear this calling! Hear this calling!
Here we are, back on the first steps of our days
Here you are... in a funeral dress
Here we are, back on the first steps of our days
Here I am to take you back... to take you back... in my fight...
A respite just another day to find an exit
Can't you give it to me?
Hear this calling! Hear the calling!
Just a rest, just another break to slow its arrival
Can you feel it's coming?
Hear this calling! Hear this calling!
It looks like a happy night. It began like a happy night.
All the resolutions that we made are no more.
It looks like a festive night, a stillborn festive night.
The funfair was here in town only today... too late.
Is it your favourite dress that you wear right now?
Is it some red that you put on your lips?
Say it to me, (say it to me) so that we could divide.
Say it to me but carefully.
You never seemed so glad to see me, did you?
Is it a consolation before death?
Say it to me and we could divide, it's all you owe to me.
Is it some red that I see on your lips?
Say it to me, (say it to me) so that we could divide.
Say it to me but carefully.
See how much the man I became frightens the child I was.
See how much this ending chapter is so empty.
I handle the illusion so well. I juggle with the doubts so well.
How could I imagine even in worst dreams our faith could go into eclipse?
For all you did to me, darling, our premature love is not anymore.
For all you mean to me, darling, I can't wait for you.
Scars again, flesh to hide, spare to me the reasons to cry.
I can't believe that you are anymore. All you are is a short term god.
You can build another sky. You can spend the rest of your mind.
I can't believe that we are anymore. All I need is a twilight ending.
Fade away, fade away in a laconic mourning.
I can't believe, that you are anymore, all you are is a short term god.
Fear
There's a shadow you can't hide, a dark omen on your town
A personal wander but you can't hide
Even in your pride, even in your dreams
You were difficult to find but
You were unchained by my side
With your pathetic scheme as a weapon
Call it innocence, I call it betrayal
Hate burns in me like a bad omen that makes me fall
To save my reality, someone must die...
Prove me your love if you can...
Share it, I share it, this dependency, this so cold addiction
For it... eternally, fighting for the cross against oblivion
Our powerful lights are fading to deep dark
There's a nonsense executing my reason now...
Charmed and disarmed...
And my world that is loosing its face...
Charmed and disarmed...
There's no running away, no fucking escape
No enlightned highways to delete your scheme
Share it, I share it, this dependency, this so cold addiction
For it... eternally, fighting for the cross against oblivion
Fear
There's a shadow you can't hide
A dark omen on your town
There's no more place for your fear
Fear
You were difficult to find
But you were unchained by my side
You were addict by your fear
There's one thing I can't forget
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
The one that gave to my life a taste of pain
There's one thing I can't forget
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
The one that gave to my life a taste of pain
I guess you know the way
No fucking escape
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
I like to thy waste
To delete and to shame
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
I guess you know the way
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
To give me a just and
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
I guess you know the way...
It's your scheme, it's your scheme
I guess you know the way...
Share it, I share it, this dependency, this so cold addiction
For it... eternally, fighting for the cross against oblivion
Hate burns in me like a bad omen that makes me fall
To save my reality, someone must die...
Hate burns in me like a bad omen that makes me fall
Prove me your love if you can...
Winter is coming. It brings for us the promised night that we've both always been waiting for
Winter is coming. It brings for us the ultimate event in which we'll learn who we really are
Orchids for kids. A present for an obscene night
Find an exit for tonight, a controlled fall
Find an exit in our demise
Orchids for kids, tonight
Our controlled fall is a present for the naives
How long will it last?
We heard about betrayal
We heard about painful tragedies
We heard about dependencies and melancholies
Is it the mistake of our life that we are making?
We heard about what people call the high fall when love is gone and emptiness that waits behind
Nothing will be like before
When the light begins to change and suspicion grows
What will we bring with us?
And the pallid sky will open
And the pallid sky will open
And our hearts will begin to beat in an other rythme
And the pallid sky will open
White orchids in your hands for the kids that we were
Well, when begins to change and no doubt remains
From now, purity will turn to grey
You used to be what I was made for, until this murderer night
Truth in front of us, how could you overcome it?
Dead ode to desire, the light above is gone.
I don't think you'll try, the night is so long, the gap is so large.
I don't think you'll try, the faces are so hard to recognize.
Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score, that will bring truth into the light?
The more that I can give to you, the more you can accept is no remedy to your never ending distress.
Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score, that will bring truth into the light?
What could I do to show you that the best is about to come?
I can't cut myself in two anymore.
Can you see I'm not the one that rules your days?
I don't want to be your accomplice that switch off the light to dissimulate the crime weapon, near your dead body.
Face to your dusty fate, you can't fight the one you are.
Trapped behind your landmine, can you see I'm not the one that will change the score, that will bring truth into the light?
What could I do to show you that the best is about to come?
The reflect of the mirror throws me again
The picture of our bodies
In a cold vicious embrace
Vision of sex and rage
Innamorata mia, sink in my eyes,
and you'll feel behind pleasure the strongest embrace
Is it velvet or is it blood that is gliding along my skin?
In this suffocating air, searching for my breath, I can see
him horrified
Feed my desire with the words, feed my vanity with the looks
Guide my hands I know that we can cross the threshold and
find together the way to reach immortality
And leave this bastard race, rapist of our existence
Prepare your soul, prepare your mind, this embrace is a ceremony
Hidden behind our golden kiss, lays a pure hate against humanity
Allonge ton corps sur ce lit de narcisses
Prolonge encore, cet instant exquis
I can see him, the Christ on the wall
Horrified, by the scene played under his eyes
Prepare your soul, prepare your mind
Cause the scene we are now playing is the key of everything
In this life, all I could let behind was the scent of your skin, the hate in your eyes,
Was it me the predator or was it you?
In this life, all I could let behind was the memory of your grace,
Your heart beating for mine
was it me the submitted or was it you?
Making a break through cosmos, the fleed was not blood
It's the hate that's unites us through the lie
The sweet feeling that I felt was my vital fluid escaping
In this life all I could let behind was the scent of your skin, the
hate in your eyes,
It was not me the predator...it was you
Please wake up
Will you wake up?
I don't have the words to explain
Please stand up...
Will you stand up?
It was a simple matter of lust
Will you condemn my gesture?
Where could I find enough control?
Could you stop the curse?
Could you stop it?
I never had so many regrets
To express...
I carit feed your bliss...
I carit freeze the bleed forever
Is it a last breath you take before your death?
I carit fill the film...
And skip this last scene for ever
It is too late... for a second chance
Addiction / Extinction
Is it the endless cycle of passion?
Accusation / Self-destruction
An alibi for acid rains?
Expectation / No evolution?
Creeping on a long road of delusions...
What's the reason? Is there a reason?
Was it to prove ourselves we were alive?
Long on the rails of desire...
Waiting for an higher existence...
I now carit look now at your ill body
I carit feed your bliss...
I carit freeze the bleed forever
Is it a last breath you take before your death?
I carit fill the film...
And skip this last scene for ever
It is too late... for a second chance
Safe death. Did you ever feel so well?
Safe death. Behind the curtains of hate
Safe death. In these times of disgrace...
Agony is deliverance
Safe death. Did you ever feel so well?
Safe death. Behind the curtains of hate
Safe death. In these times of disgrace...
Something disappeared
Can't you feel it in the air?
Is it a member of our family
Or a rumour scattering outside?
It is certain I will fall
Put my secrets on the floor...
Just a fever, a painful fever
But it turned to fire...
And it's over now
Than I pulled the trigger
Just to find the answer
The correct answer
And it's over now
How many faces did it take?
Was it sleeping by our side
Here, in our house?
What was the name you gave to it?
Did you call it "premonition" or
Did you call it "faith"?
It is certain I will fall
Put my secrets on the floor
Then spend an entire life to remember
That you left me on the floor...
Just a fever, a painful fever
But it turned to fire...
And it's over now
Than I pulled the trigger
Just to find the answer
The correct answer
And it's over now
It's over now
Each day a mistake
A step behind to your favour
The ways that I found were
Paths to the night
Can golden lures of your radiance
Be washed by your blood?
You turn my truth by your lie
You turn my truth by your lie
Can golden lures of your radiance
Be washed by your blood?
Just take the cross tight
Against you chest
And smell the air of its absence
Just take a last merciful look at me
In the name of your father
Do you see a soul in this ill body?
Just a fever, a painful fever
But it turned to fire...
And it's over now
Than I pulled the trigger
Just to find the answer
The correct answer
10% 3Q 2005) 
