• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pound - Arcwelder
• Pound - Luxuria
• Pound - Stalley

(music arcwelder/words w. graber & s. macdonald)
Take down
And now take along
What you can't now
And sorens eyes
Good for value prize
Where's your head now
40 times
Maybe 50 times
Where's your heart now
Compromise
If you can find the time
Where's your pride now
When I walk out the door it'll be a sunny day
And the breeze floating by blowing worries away
From my mind
I feel fine
Come around all of the fear and the paranoia
Maybe half a pound all of the stress is unhealthy for ya
Where's the sky now all of the pain and the aggravation
All of the grind and the desperation
Cut it down til you feel proud if you want heat you should start a fire
Where's your thoughts now if you want hope you should fuel desire
If you want help you should try to find it
Hit it and quit forget the pride that you leave behind it
While we still can
And we'll end pound
Hit it and quit it
While we still can

Can you put a price upon
Every lingering breath
Can you work it out and say
What every minute's worth
Time is always money
And you're such a very heavy spender
You're squeaky clean
You're out of legal tender
Then...
Certainty
It's so sexy
You're too cold to drop
You could be eating
Ciba Geigy goat cheese
You need to tell someone
To tell you when to stop
There's only ever been
One soft option
One blank check
One deep breath
To take you up to the neck
You need more
I'll get you some
See me okay
With Rimbaud bubblegum
So much goes to Sally

[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down
We ain't make enough, so let the elevator pound
[Stalley:]
From the 'jects to the penthouse
Synonymous to what my life been 'bout
Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what I send out
Still in the cutlass doing spin outs
'87 boxed up all tinted out
Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds
Shout to mister jones
It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads
A lot of changing faces from these potato heads
Eyes dilated when I sashay lifted
Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a soon be champion
The long beard, hows the pain I be dancing in
The reign with the Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods
My homie glory brings head nods, the only story I been bout
This controlled mind with no facade
The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred
Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers
Dope boys with the bang in they trunk
See the tremblers
Milq city where I'm from, where the opie emblems
Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in
Tomahawks with assault rifles
May bump into the next king pin or Haile Selassie
Civil with the spiritual
This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle
On this elevator ride skipping floors
Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls)
[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down