He clears his throat
And he?s driving up his crowd
He used to sway
But he?s turned it all around
Yeah, he?s mopping up his brow
Yeah, he?s taking his time
Working his crowd
He?s lunging two words
Atop a bus
He?s talking all day long
He?s always telling us
?It?s easy to get around
Man, I know my stuff
When I get home
I?m alone for just so much
Honey, this job is killing me?
He lost his voice
When he got back home
He?s at it hard
But now he?s turned it all around
Yeah, he?s turned it all around
Yeah, but now he?s at home
And he?s counting his cash
He?s popping pills
And he?s calling his ex
He lost his voice
But he?s all right
He says he?s happy now
Driving that bus around
[Incomprehensible] job
He'll never leave it now
He?s turned it all around
It starts like this, the kiss is a kiss
The kiss is a kiss, smiles are all smiles.
Say your goodbyes, 'cause love will decide.
Your life in hand, you made your demands
And now what else can you do?
'Cause that won't mean love
Love will decide.
Your world was always mine, your world was always mine.
It's dark on me, driving through central Michigan
Listening to the country station and wandering where I stand.
You don't love me, just a kissing
Don't judge the preface, just the fiction
I'll take the fiction, I'll take the fiction.
Where we are and where we should be
Playing the one you're trying to be
Where we are and where we should be
Baby, it's the love you love,
Baby it's the love you love,
Not me
Baby, it's the love you love
Baby, it's the love you love
I wanna stay up all night again
I wanna work hard, don't wanna play again
Don't wanna
Where we are and where we should be
Playing the one you're trying to be
Where we are and where we should be
Baby, it's the love you love
Baby, it's the love you love
Not me.
Baby it's the love you love
[Intro: by Celph Titled]
It's the collapse of the earth as you know it. Holdin' it down, Celph Titled
in the same brigade with the universal Walkmen. Start the countdown...
[Method Man] "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door"
[x4]
[Celph Titled]
Recommendation, hold somethin' heavy, prepare for combat
Translation: Atomik niggas constantly stay blazin'
Every syllable spit is accurate, holdin' down the immaculate position
I call the shots, perform executive incisions
Speak to my own outside of language barriers for my brethren
The veteran who caught a piece of shrapnel from the Tower of Babel
Praise God, respect is due, while I'm infectin' you
Never spit rhymes in a cipher, I siphon blood from ya veins
With the straw the broke the camel's back, disrespect?
Never that, off the map, chrome nine design specialist
Leave deceased niggas with walkmans in their coffin blastin' my shit
Infinite longevity, reconstruct my structure with dyslexic lepersey
Malevolant ministries revealin' false prophecies, retrieved my past life
They called me Yahweh, slit the throat of Leviathan, slain sideways
Now I just made you a star, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame
No room for garbage fake five-percent MCs in this real terrain
Drop your album on TDK, listen closely what our CD say
You couldn't put out one record if it was your life you had to pay
I'm feelin' this joint, I hope you niggas is to
Beef with one man in my crew therefore we strike back with the 7-S platoon
(Uh-huh...)
[Chorus:]
[Method Man] "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door"
[x4]
[Tino Vega]
The Spanish Prince, my mind's convinced, dent all intelligence
Those who breathe, freeze at the sight of elegance
Cause static jolts similar to lightning bolts
Slash clans of devilish cults, catch boostive energy (energize!)
Deadly antidotes inflict a fatal remedy
Walkmen triangulate to form a spiritual entity (are you feelin' me?)
Nigga, my rugged data will cause your mind structure to shatter
Memory banks has been erased, Celph, Storm and the Soldier
All up in ya face, leavin' glowing footmarks throughout the underground
No room for feeble minds and shook hearts
Start the countdown, soldiers in the killing fields
I hold up my shield to block immortal curses
Spittin' verses, peep my verbal slang analogy
To a dragon spittin' flames, while the others are being bothered
By hungry pitbulls that drool when they look at you
The 7th Squadron droppin' toxins in the place of oxygen, what!
[Chorus:]
[Method Man] "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door"
[x4]
[Storm Trupa]
Nova watchin' over your shoulder, roamin' through an open folder
Slippin' through a paradox, mental coma
Eternal Nightol, impact from a rhymin' wreckin' ball
One on one street compete, complete
Composition, physique physician, fight with might
Strike precise with my device
I ignite my vocal tenacity, define mankind
Flux capacitate linear time, enigma, snake slither
Extension across the Nile River, bless myself
The Ark Angel - my fingers make contemporary poetry
Historical, biographical oracle
Open memories like new vicinities
Fuck those who oppose me, I throw heat ferociously
Cleverly expose the life that you live to the Walkmen
Nomadic men, commit mad sin
In the Vatican upon the day of Armageddon
Tai Chi master, absorbin' the powers from the Seven
Tectonic tremblin' witnessin' the wrath that you're facin'
Atomik devastation - strategically
Organize elevation, the dynasy, mathematically
Strong minds combine to redesign the fabric of time
On some enormous shit, now watch the clock tick
So, it began, another blessing hymn
Walk around the world, singing to my girl
Patience will keep you alive.
Run to the run
Wall to the wall
If you follow me where I'm going
It might take some time but you never know
In my constant shoes and my bird still sings
These tricks are tricks I've learned from the king.
And I sing myself sick, I sing myself sick, I sing myself sick about you(x2)
Run to the run
Wall to the wall
If you follow me where I'm going
It might take some time but you never know
In my constant shoes and my bird still sings
These tricks are tricks I've learned from the king.
Family comes from Kentuky and they're bourboning their blood,
Fell of the country for the city in 1951.
Me, I'm in between two worlds
So you on the TV last night.
Laughing is easy on the TV when you're right in some blue inn
I fill my endings with images on hazy here after.
I don't nearly know your name
It's your Southern heart I'm after
It's your Southern heart I'm after.
Tell me again how you love all the men you were after
Tell me again how you love all the men you were after
Lock me up and throw away my name
Mock my love, it don't brake
Wind and grind it's so then
Wind and grind, it's how the days go by
It's only wind and grind.
Mark this laugh in front the underporch
Slap the arm, break my fall.
I've got iceman, I've got it.
Spread my ashes in the air when I die
No desire for else, don't say
Wind and grind it's so then
Wind and grind, it's how the days go by
It's only wind and grind.
So, so still man, oh, so still man
Lost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted
It was Fleet Week last week
And all the sailors couldn?t sleep
Mini skirts and high heeled shoes
Raining mud on shiny suits
Tell everyone the officers are gone
This night has lived too long
It's pissing rain, the leaves are
All scattered on the lawn
We?re cramming our stuff in the back
Of the car and heading on uptown
And nothing?s going on
This night has lived too long
Nothing?s going on
There's nothing more to it
Now, you can hear us shout
For miles around
Somewhere uptown
I hear you calling from our street
The traffic lights turn red to green
I?ll be right down
Yeah, I?m coming out
Lost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Now I know how the story goes
The wicked all will die
How do you know it?
I just know it, I just know it.
Oh, I've seen how this horror things ends
The youngest man survives.
How do you know it?
I just know it, I just know it.
Line in line with history, oooh
Line in line with make believe, ooh
Line by line, oh, you all scream by.
I have no business asking you the words
I know the reason you exaggerate
I know the answers to all your demands
I have no secrets.
I'm not your heartbreaker, some tender ballet play
I'm not your heartbreaker.
These are the good years, are the best we'll ever know
This golden light years.
I'm not your heartbreaker, some tender ballet play,
I'm not your heartbreaker.
You know I'm hopeless,
Oh no, I know you're all wrong
It's not the singer, it's the song
You know I'm helpless
Oh no, no, you're all wrong
It's not the singer, it's the song.
On these short days like the Chinese stars
Let's dance in our uniforms
These are the good years, are the best we'll ever know
This golden light years.
I'm not your heartbreaker, some tender ballet play
I'm not your heartbreaker.
I'm not your heartbreaker, some tender ballet play
I'm not your heartbreaker.
[Tino Vega (Storm Trupa)]
It's the 7th Squadron on a roll
We got gravity like the black hole
Take hold of your stereos.. while we take control
Rugged Soldier, Spanish Prince
(Storm Trupa - The Ark Angel)
"The chemistry of this atmosphere is unlike that of any other"
[Tino Vega]
Intelligence, packed in venomous tongues of lyricists
My rhymes are thoroughly dipped in verbal liquid
Before I get on the mic and spit any type of shit
Rhymes hit wigs and make em split, tell me if you can fuck with it
A mysterious war story, no heart no glory
Leavin warfields gory, a spooky character
With eyes that glow, the color yellow
A shiesty fellow, mass murderer, alarm sound burgular
Grab your weapon, and hold down your section
Deadly instrument, play the harp, sad song that hits the heart
Shatter into tiny parts - aww shit
Walkmen about to leave footprints
Robbin' from the filthy rich and give it to the good
But not a bit innocent, 7-S applyin' stress upon your chest
With verbal tecs, when we catch wreck
Walkmen up in the set [Darth Vader] "Don't make me destroy you!"
[Chorus: Walkmen]
Fortruss, our styles is morbid, can you absorb these
rhymes corrisives, with overdoses, high explosives
Thoughts ferocious, as we metamorphis
in a state of mental orbit
[cut n scratch: "The dark side!"]
[Storm Trupa]
>From the galactic civil wars to the battle of Endor
The Storm Trupa has endured the ridicule of his hip-hop mentors
Now it's my time to venture on and respond for the next generation
With the more systematic information
While my Squadron stands in a tight formation
Waitin on a platform, of an imperial battle station
Tie Fighters stand by, for aviation
Let's lay down the foundation, and build towards the sky
As the Ark Angel inaugurates his third eye
I use the Force as my ally, never yield to the Dark Side
Like Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader
In any confrontation I pull out my light saber
These galactic crusaders facin a fleet of invaders
My thoughts navigate, as my spirit illustrates
So my foes meet they fate
Then I annihilate, cloak my ship to investigate
Jump into hyperspace, headin back towards Echo Base
This is my Fortruss, this is my place
Where we intergrate with any other alien race
Scouts give chase, the Storm Trooper 'luminates like a flare
There's no despair when the 7th Squadron is there
Walkmen, puttin MC's in fear, beware - yes!
7-S, embranded on your chest, we the best
[a series of R2D2 beeps and whistles]
[Chorus]
[cut n scratch - "The dark side!"]
[Tino Vega]
Bless the warfield, with dreams to succeed
Proceed, to build a strong dynasty
And form a galaxy, my rhymes flow implode
And cause mass catastrophes
[Storm Trupa]
Master these rhymes like the Ark Angel psychokinetic energy
I change my styles drastically
So I know, fake MC's, can't fuck with me
[Tino Vega]
The Rugged Soldier spreads like a flash fire
Have all snitches hangin like a bird on a wire
[Storm Trupa]
I desire to destroy all evil empires
With my light saber, breathin heavily like Darth Vader
[Tino Vega]
Control your mind like a Sega
Street Fightin all opponents like Vega
Agressive defense on the mic is military sequence
Bombs explode frequent, devastatin' all allegiance
The Spanish loyal Prince leadin' the Squadron to victory
In this millenium's history
[Chorus: x2]
"It's a trap!"
You finally close the door
You?ve left open wide
Lock it from the inside
You lay me down and count me out
Watch out, it's all on you
There?s worse ways to see it, baby
Set fire and watch it burning
Come here, sit next me
I?ll tell you about a dream
I?m looking out on the world
I see it through your eyes
Burn you down, bury you
I tried to see it plain
There's worse ways of getting here
You don?t hear me complaining
I?ll tell you of every dream
I?m holding for you and me
Look out now, it?s all on you
Those colors are all faded
Outside the wind is howling
Stop talking, listen to me
I left you a million times,
I left you a million times.
The irony ain't lost on me
Oh, no, no, no, no, no(x2)
Virginia, I miss you the most
Virginia, I got so lost
Your sympathy ain't wasted on me
I left you a million times
I left you a million times.
The irony ain't lost on me
I was the duke of her, the duke of her
But it couldn't last
I was the pony express, but I ran and again
Oooo
Golden dreams, golden dreams are losing glow
I don't need perfection, I love the hope
Ooooo
Give me a life that needs correction
Ooooo
Nobody loves, loves perfection
Oooooo
Loneliness, loneliness surround you through
All the kids are laughing, I'm laughing too.
Ooooo
Oh, if you want my eyes, take my eyes, they're always true
Oooo
If you want my heart, take my heart, is right here for you
It's been so long, been so long, but I made it through
It's been so long, been so long, but I made it through
It's been so long.
They'll never leave
Oooo
We can't be beat
Ooooo
We can't be beat
Oooo
We'll never eave
Oooo
We can't be beat
Oooo
The world is ours
Oooo
We can't be beat
Oooo
We can't be beat
Oooo
Throw another dime in me my friend
And I'll sing a song I know for thee
You don't want me you can tell me
I'm the bigger man here oh it's true
You're all pretty now than the last time
But the words aren't coming through
And I'm stranded
And I'm starry-eyed
Oh why, oh she wash out of me
There's broken glass all around my feet
Laid my plan so carelessly
What's the story
With my old friends
Drunk and lonely
To the end
How I love 'em all
As the days slip by
And they're all following my lead
Oh why does the rain fall cold
See the yards, tender goats
Up in wonder for you know
Can't continue on this way
No one ever sleeps.
Here minds, laughing faces
Sing of our love and hate
Can't continue on this way
No one ever sleeps, no one ever sleeps.
See the wallets time and go
Up In wonder for you know
Can't remember all the stuff
To show.
Another face, gone is the world of mystery,
The slaughter that is gonna stay that way.
One man he whips, one man is dancing to his grave,
Who do I follow, who do I play?
You can't deny it, the ports are all
You can't deny it, the road is long
After the fun, after all the bubble gum
There is no swinging left on my charm
After the fun, after all the bubble gum
There is no swinging left on my charm
You can't deny it, the ports are all
You can't deny it, the road is long
Louisiana
Come, go away with me
We'll take the highway
I'll see you in between
I listen to my head
And every word have come
It's been two days without it
The sleeping in the sun, hey
Crossing through Tennessee
Watching the sunrise
Thinking about a dream
Well, we'll listen all night
To the footsteps in the hall
There's thunder and there's lightening
A hundred miles off
I got my hands full
All summer long
I got my hands full
I got my hands full
Louisiana
Come, go away with me
Drinking our coffee
Under the canopy
Never saw a morning
I slept through half a day
There's thunder and there's lightening
A hundred miles away, hey
I got my hands full
Oh, summertime
I got my hands full
Our children will always hear the romantic tale of distant years
Our guilty age may come and go, I crack in dreams that always glow.
Stick with me, oh, you're my best friend
All of my life you'll always be.
Remember, remember,
All we fight for
Remember, remember,
All we fight for.
Don't leave me, oh, you're my best friend
All of my life you'll always be.
Don't leave me now, you're my best friend
All of my life you'll always be.
Remember, remember,
All we fight for
Remember, remember,
