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Listen Seed, Scattered and Sown


Lyrics

Jigsaw Puzzle (Elvenking)

Take a look at the new rules of this game
Wicked laughters are feeding their fame
Hearing the cries from the empty shells
Unmoved they seem

Hungry for turmoil and wedges
Ivy-clad so that we can't see
One peace at a time they steal
Collecting memories

Notch up another victory
Upon our shoulders and true beliefs
With wheedling words they reign
So sweet is our decay

Raise your voice
Aim as high as they can't see
Now you can say:
"Speak your last word,
speak your last word!"

Born in the garden of overgrown madness
We still search what remains of our lives
Scattered pieces for their jigsaw puzzle
Swapping destinies

Whencesoever they derive their powers
Where all hopes are misled and repressed
Vowing to break from the hardest chains
Tearless they seem

Prophets of doom
Playing god, how does it feel?
The fate of Sky and Earth
Awaits their sentence too

Shattered we are
Sold and bought in the Merchants' fair
Beneath hard flesh it burns
Beware of our hate!

Part 3 (Sixtoo)

impressive scientifics, the specifics are vague now.
i can taste the sodium in the air from the smoke.
i resisted the choke that arose from my throat,
as soon as i realized my opponent was neutralized to particles.
with viscosity unheard of, curiousity arose, impossible,
from the lowest crevice in the hospital.
the sick sound emerged, the building submerged,
and then the soul of my nemesis surrounded the premesis.
a dimensional porthole then appeared in my vision.
the bio-genesis allowed for the change in my position.
life energy transferred from the lyrical telekinetic.
the father of my genesis retiring, through the unaspiring devices,
and suddenly my mind filled with crisis.
the kinfolk yelled, my warfare unbridled.
bloodshed through cancerous spirit communications.
infectious extra-sensory perception from the molten rock,
layers, out into the regions of outerspace.
the tele-cancer spread at an infinite rate.
permeating every rock and both molecule alike.
faster than the speed of life. eating up all the carbon,
self-perpetuating anti-astrophysics exceeding dopler effect.
spherical in motion, miracles in self-propulsion,
larger waves of destruction, then tidal rifts in the ocean,
no sound, only blinding light.
you feel the particles scatter,
and then the whole universe disappeared into anti-matter.
it's part 3.

Sewn Shut Eyes (Testament)

Hate...
Hate is a lesson we know
Alone on its own it will die
It eats what it needs to survive...
It wants to survive
Every night you look deep in your soul
Burn the fields
Where the the hatred is grown...

Hate...
Hate always seething to find
some way to get to your brain
Infesting what's pure in the mind
Hatred divine...
Look around you is anyone pure
Free of hatred
Inside this cold world

Pre-conceived
Truth from lies
Blind to see
Thru sewn shut eyes
Hate breeds hate

Hate...
Always eager to rise
Above all to gain full control
Infesting what's pure in the mind
Evil entwined...
Even now that the seeds have been sewn
Burn the fields
Where the hatred still grows...
Hate breeds hate

How many have die
before we realize hate undermines

Hate...
Hate always eager to find
some way to tear out your soul
Surviving the passage of time
Dirty white lies...
Back in time as our history shows
Endless cycless
of hatred still flow

Pre-conceived heartless lies
Blind to see - thru sewn shut eyes
Is there still hope for us now?
I said - is there still hope for us now?
NO!!!

Funworld (Mission Of Burma)

When you are young
They kick you in the head
And when you grow up, they're still ** with your head
And when I found out
What it was I didn't want
I start to run and
I start to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well
There a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
So when I was young
It didn't make any sense
And when I grew up
It made just as little sense
So when I found out
What it was I didn't want
I got new armour
And I started to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well
There a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
Funworld
Funworld

How Eye On The Write Too Think (Eyedea)

I'm here to break my own ball and chain
Hoping the ?? to be completely sane
Nothings to gain if image blocks the only chance for change
When I expand my range the world shares it's judges
But don't think music defines my care
These songs ain't me, they're just documentations of momentary thoughts
Nothing's set in stone just because it's sold or bought
Your expectations need a catergory of placement
But a renasance man sits nowhere particular
Every seed is vacant to a song writer, comedian, ??
actor, author, emcee, carpenter, producer, engineer, shit talker
Hustler, musician, architect, businessman
student of the seed and human being if you give a damn
No matter what side you see it's only one side
No matter how much you think it means, it's just one side
My depth is only as shallow as time and space
This is just one of my eternally changing...

Communication (Black Eyed Peas)




An introduction to a rapid ray
Will explode like grenade
Check the medical aid
'Cause the way that we parade the fade
Any MC that claims that they can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely
We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock a rhyme that rock you off an**
Powerful, power flows that'll leave your soul paralyzed
Yo, I respect that you be G-in (...in)
It's the return of MC-in (...in)
Yo, thank God for the season (...on)
And don't be tryin to think about a reason
'Cause there is no reason for you to front
We create cuts to give you what you want
Activate communication for the whole
Shocking your mind with rhymes
Doin it like what AP (Like this here)
Rockin it like what AP (Like this here)
Flippin it like what AP (Like this here)
Doin it like what AP (Like this here, yeah)
We do it upside down (8x)
Can I get a "Ha" from my brothers that be chillin downtown
"Ho" for the people that be in it what we do
"Yo" check it out 'cause we black and positive
I suck in negative from you
I got many rhymes format from the back of the brain
Interluding with the powerful matter scatter your frame
You fallin (Yo) check out what we do
We be all in on the microphone never stallin
Rhythm is my ride for the voyage of the mind
Exclusive rhyme patting us for what we design
I am my own Picasso when I roll
Rhyming is my art for my heart and soul
We positive when MC-in (...in)
Break bounce with the new blend (...end)
Original 'til the end (...end)
Sittin it all for no reason
They fell off at the attempt to elevate
They try to duplicate the art we create
So activate communication for the world
Shocking your mind with rhymes
Doin it like what Will (Like this here)
Rockin it like what Will (Like this here)
Shockin em like what Will (Like this here)
Rockin it like what Will (Yo, yo, it's like this here, yeah)
We do it upside down (8x)
We goin worldwide, across the nation
Now that we've activated our communication
Wantin demonstration, ask the activator
Before one more walk-a-meter, funky motivator
And I be the Will, APL from the Phil
We contain the hipnotical skill that'll kill
You dealin with the G-R-E-A-T
Black Eyed Peas guy, hella in a G
'Cause we holler in an energetic motion
With the potion I supply
Applyin to the beat that Alligator you combine
With me and my crew incredibly and super spectacular
With the rhyme one two
One two to the beat (Hop)
You can't defeat
BEP's production always complete
With this sounds activate online
And I'm on time to motivate your mind
Well I respect that you be G-in (...in)
It's the return of MC-in (...in)
Yo, thank God for the season (...on)
Sittin there off of no reason
We do it upside down (8x)

Everything They Owe (2Pac)

Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the mother**ers that persevered (hehehe)
I mean the first mother**ers that came in the slave ships
(Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y'know? (Look)

[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions
Where's the restitution, sti**ted through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin back, for everything you owe

[Chorus: sung]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Mother**ers are runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin

[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do I plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how I plead
C'mon!!
Psssh

[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki's
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed "Nigga mother**er"
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

[Chorus - 2X]

The Killing Hand (Dream Theater)

[I. The Observance]
An Angel's kiss now fallen
Descending scarlet cuts the sky
Faded names left on the wall
Honor the fighting leave life to
die

Remembered is the sacrifice but
No praisal of blood still flowing
Who were the leaders?
what controlled the Killing Hand
that caused this mouthing?

Crossing over...

[II. Ancient Renewal]
Lowered deep into the sea
Being a waits to cleanse his soul
senses weakening time is still
Motionless by stiffening cold

The wheels race back and
Scorch his mind
Travelling all to find the land
Revelation warms a touch
And now he will begin to
Understand

[III. The Stray Seed]
Extended a view to yesterday
Manifestation for none the same
Walking amidst a frightening still
No sound, no smoke, no scorching
Flames

He is risen...

Sipping his poison the raven sings
Yet another to add more bodies
fallen
King from below
this one controls
the Killing Hand that caused this
mourning

Is it all over?

[IV. Thorns]
Evil genius this secret plan
Mercy dealt with the losing hand
Will he ever fall?
Can he end it all?
Our savior must make his stand

Only a Propher of years to come
Wanting mortality I'm all alone
He heard my voice
It was my choice
I've stopped the Killing Hand

[V. Exodus]
When I go back again
Will it be the same?
I've stopped the cries
But now they know my name

The sea is calling me
my spirit must return
As I get closer,
was it really worth
what I have learned?

I'm in the valley
And the saddened chimes I hear
Race towards the wall to find
one more name appears

No one is left now
my one and only land
I laugh at what I've done
I am the Killing Hand

Buss My Gun (Bravehearts)

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 1]
Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air
Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then
Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on
I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's
nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
BraveHearted we stand nigga ** all yall

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 2]
Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch this niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm ? top soil get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three
See me, don't think cause I'm on tv
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one even for funds
I love cash, for loot, I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood
and I buss my guns for the one I love

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 3]
I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin for somethin
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints,shoot again these mutha**as don't make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas can't win, why
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake
They die, see my attitude, bust a
mutha**a for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
like ? them mutha**as take to tha streets
Them BraveHearts, shootin on these
mutha**in faggots
Go 'head nigga pull ya gun I'ma grab it then

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Mama's Just A Little Girl (2Pac)

Young mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya

She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You'se got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she's a ???
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high

At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had **
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Don't come home (why)
'Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)

Now
Would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
** what you talking about coward
What you niggas want?

(hey)
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha
You' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)

Mama
don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time ain't on here side
mama's just a little girl
(mama's just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high

They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Don't ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)

You see, mama's just a little girl


Video


Seed, Scattered and Sown by Dan Feiten a song i play at church.




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