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From The Cradle To Enslave (Cradle Of Filth)

Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?

Sickle constellations
Stud the velts that welt the sku
Whilst the Bitter winter moon
Prowls the clouds, dead,eyed
Like shifting parent flesh
Under silk matricide...

Watchful as she was upon Eden
Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
Soon to be kept

Hear that hissing now on the breeze
As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
A fres horror blows
But ten billion souls
Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees

This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
Pandaemonaeon

And what use are prayers to that ´god´?
As devils bay concenus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith
And the the mouldering face
Of this world long a paradise lost

This is the end of everything
Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring

Dance macabre ´neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...

I see the serpentine in your eyes
The nature of the beast as revelations arrive

Our screams shall trail to Angels
For those damned in flames repay
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our losses as at Calvary
But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
Salvation, like a promised nation
Gleamed a claim away...

This is the end of everything you have ever known
Buried like vanquished reason
Death in season
Driven like the drifting snow

Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another **er´s shore
Heiling new flesh
Read, then roared
To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
What else be whipped to frenzy for?

This is the end of everything
Rear the tragedies
That the Seraphim shall sing

Old adversaries
Next of Eve
Now they´re clawing back
I smell their cumming
As through webbed panes of meat
Led by hoary Death
They never left
Dreaming sodomies
To impress on human failure
When we´ve bled upon our knees

Tablatures of gravel law
Shall see Gehennag paved
When empires fall
And nightmares crawl
From the cradle to enslave...

This is the end of everything

Judgement Day (Pennywise)

Who ever knew there's be days like these
When the world could knock us to our knees?
We didn't fear the future or regret the past
We knew our days we're numbered and it couldn't last
The world's gone madit's so hard to believe it's like a bad dream version of reality
And now we don't know which way to go
And the pressure is building and it's ready to blow
I never knew there would be days like these
Hooray-It's judgement day-We had it good till now-now there's hell to pay
A moments time-we're all gonna blow it away
Poor me-It's my own tragedy I was born in a time of lunacy
It was all fun-but now we're gonna pay
Whoever thought there would come a day when the world
As we know it could be stolen away-we didn't see it coming 'til it
Was too late and now it seems like the news is getting worse everyday
Watch it go down it doesn't matter to you but when it comes to an end
Well then you will know the truth

Ryder Music (50 Cent)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't ** with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done **ed half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your **in' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya**whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your**better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

No Scrubs (Video Version With Rap) (TLC)





** Left Eye's little add ons will be in {}'s **

Chilli:
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly and is
also known as a buster {buster}
always talkin' about what he wants
and just sits on his broke**

so (no)
I don't {uh uh uh} want your number
no I don't wanna give you mine
and no I don't wanna meet you nowhere
no I don't want none of your time {uh} and no

Chorus:
I don't want no scrub {no scrub}
a scrub is a guy {uh} that can't get no love {no love} from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me
I don't want no scrub {no scrub}
a scrub {uh-huh} is a guy that can't get no love {no love} from me
hanging {uh} out {uh-uh} the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me

Chilli:
But a scrub's checkin' me
but his game is kinda weak
and i know that he cannot approach me
cuz I'm lookin' like class and he's looking like trash
can't get wit' a deadbeat**{uh}
So {yeah} (no)
I don't want your number
no I don't wanna give you mine
and {said} no I don't wanna meet you nowhere
no I don't want none of {check it} your time (so no)

Chorus

Chilli:
If you don't have a car and you're walking
Oh yes son I'm talking to you
If you live at home wit' your momma
Oh yes son I'm talking to you
If you have a shorty but you don't show love
Oh yes son I'm talking to you {yeah}
Wanna get with me with no money
oh no I don't want no...

No {no scrub} scrub
{No love}
No {no scrub} scrub
{No love}
No No
No {no scrub} scrub
{No love}
No no no no
No no

Chorus

Left Eye:
See, if you can't spacially expand my horizon
Then that leaves you in the class with scrubs, never rising
I don't find it surprising
and if you don't have the Gs
To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas
SO, let me give you something to think about
Inundate your mind with intensions to turn you out
Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me
You as clear as DVD on digital TV screen
Satisfy my apetite with something spectacular
Check your vernacular
and then I get back to ya
With diamond like precision
Insatiable is what I envision
Can't detect acquisition
from your friend's Expedition
Mr. Big Willy, if you really want to know
Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho?
Not really
T-Boz and all my señoritas
are steppin' on you Filas
but you don't hear me, no

Chorus (until fade)

High Noon (Flotsam And Jetsam)

I've already been to heaven
So I might as well step down
Up seems like a real good offer
But I'm gonna have to turn it down
Losing heart
Wondering if it's worth saving
Well at least what remains
After it hits the pavement

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

Trains change
They jump the tracks
They almost always
Switch back

Once again it's just me
The smoking empty shotgun shell
So close to a dream you can't touch
My very own version of hell
Playing tables and gambling
Bad hands of cards
Running out of crosswalks
Betting on the oddest odds

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

Trains change
They jump the tracks
They almost always
Switch back
I've changed
I've jumped the tracks
I almost always switch back

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

I've already been to heaven
So they asked me to step down
Up was a real good offer
But I screwed up big and turned it down
Lost heart
Knowing it's not worth saving
No usable remains
After it hits the pavement

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

Trains change
They jump the tracks
They almost always
Switch back
I've changed
I've jumped the tracks
I almost always switch back

Trains change
They jump the tracks
They almost always
Switch back
You've changed
You've jumped the tracks
You've almost always switched back

And now I know for sure
You knew I was sincere

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

I just had to make sure
You knew I was sincere

Sticky Fingers (Alternate Lyrics) (Coolio)




Brainiac with a zany act cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I drink me a tall glass
My crew know then climb through the window
And eye the VCR and load it in the Pinto huh!
Yes I'm on my way to the bait
or should I say the pawn shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
Cause I clock on the grip and I never give it back
Coolio loco, you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm skanless
Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
If the price is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger
("But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD)
("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your**blind" - Sticky Fingers)
("What you doin stickin in that people's window?" - Richard Pryor)
("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("Gimme that...") big gold chain
("That's the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.)
Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no lip, carryin no drama
If I can't get you I bust a cap on your momma
I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trenchcoat is long, and now I got a fresh kit
Yeah, buddy, thief lookin good
Gets much props and respect from the hood
Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don't pimp no trick for my dough
They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe
Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster
They follow me round the store because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers
("Coolio...")
("First they do' ring, now they mob ring")
("Told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane)
("Give it up, give it up, give it up")
I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
One plus three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that**like a Mike Tyson PunchOut
You better hide your grip, if you wanna keep it
I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin
I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
Never said I was the best, but I'm damn sure the loc'est
Up, up, and away, like a rocket
Some fool got shot, now I'm goin through his pockets
He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin
And when I get to hell I'ma act like I don't know him
I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door
Let me be free for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers
("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them
too")

Day In Day Out (Dream Warriors)




[Featuring GangStarr]
[Chorus]
the life you is walking through
such a bitch
day in to day out the same old thing kid
[Verse 1 Spek]
bring me to the end and I'll be me
open up your eyes wide so you can see
it's thick to be me
how I kick my rhymes down pat
within the circle how we do
when we kick that fact
but where's the meaning?
I take it one night by one night
but where's the meaning?
I take it one day by every day
I pick a rhyme I chose and put it number one inside my placement
so look to find the signs inside my basement
no tears
sell us full of samples with ample time to loop
it's just the beats from the dead from my head with my troop
and it be cool if all the time was like studio time
but days are long enough for Spek with the rest of my time
I think I'm manic depressive and not agressive enough
you can try to be hard but damn you still won't be rough
life is w** for the ?? life is phat if you flow
life is waitin' for a deal when you like got no dough
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Spek, Lu]
in the middle of my nights I check my late night flicks
I'm up at night trying to write and late night I get my kicks
that is I'm out to get my main feature
the low budget picture in my room and in between I write scriptures
picture this the day's just a claender's notch
and every kid becomes the one who wanna ride it on the crotches
and when I'm finished when my flick is almost done
when my rhyme is half done
when I check a late re-run
I lose to the groove soul sounds soothe me well
sometimes my mind wonders sometimes heaven could be hell
I pass the fools who has never known my name
when I think about the deal sometimes I need someone to blame
I add members to the show who knows a fan
for the ones that wanna capture the essence of level
to the hip-hop their directions they groke
who's representing us? the critics holy smoke
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lu]
place text in images replacing old versions
documents displayed as homemade
glue without a clue you your loophole is deckin' in the halls to ring
bells
in fear of losing clientels
my work place is infinite
but can't plan it like my screens appearance is translusive
but with a hard ??? I display I cruhser critics
as easy as...
skip this step if you wanna
control key available to only keyboards you can't afford
Q he's the shift he's the roller
can't understand your education is basic (science)
so many words and everything is being said
yet people get pissed
when people wanna your way but not their way so which way's the right
way
I'm going hungry in the belly of the beast
that uncleans the serpent
I walk like the lion I'm a leash
[Chorus]

The Extinction Agenda (Organized Konfusion)




...the extinction agenda...

...the extinction agenda...

Back is the incredible O R G to the A
N I Z E D with a K
O N F U S to the I O N

Verse One: Prince Poetry

Emerging up to another level there I stand
Hand to hand rap combat black
Back in the land I expand data for the wack
leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim sites
And new jacks pick up six and grab the ore
Dig deep into the ghetto (absorb)
I take you to a new realm
Levitating above the norm anticipating me to pick up
seven more new jacks and commencing with others fading
(so how dare you question)
The original aborigine
In the vicinity the city's committing consider me
The trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light
You're blinded by the glare of the trendsetter
Beware when I strike, blueprints like no other
The soldier of fortune, the undercover
Rebel of rap attackin the ones who's attackin blacks
I'm on a mission of peace, I make tracks
Elevate with the almighty God in front of me
Teach seeds in the hood the truth, the wannabe
competitor will have no other choice but to surrender
Can't stand the pressure, the extinction agenda

Chorus: repeat 2X

The Extinction Agenda, hah!
The Extinction Agenda, uhh.
The Extinction Agenda, uhh
The Extinction Agenda, uhh

Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche

I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past
And return em to the present time in rhyme form
What was once dead is now resurrected on the record
And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding
Nightfall, I stop the rook, then I'm looking for
the original book which contains the words of God
Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen
without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn
pawn takes knight, knight takes queen
Queen takes the original King James version
I'm surgin up when I'm emergin
False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin
wind to save the lease
Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?
(who? what? why?)
I'm the assassinator of rap
Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot
Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped
When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga)
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness
Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it
Check it again, check it again, check it again
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one-hundred percent credit
Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive
I said it and I read it twelve in your bloodstream
Let it live
The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders
In the realm of the extinction agenda

Chorus

The Way You Talk To Me (Extended LP Version) (Jagged Edge)

featuring Da Brat Jermaine Dupri

[Da Brat]
It's scarey I'm a subsidiary of
So So Def next to Jay D
This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy
My mentality happen to be livin' lavish
With formalities of having the fat shit
My status is impeccable
We wreckin' yo crew the casualty is you
Jagged Edge coming through
Remember who

[JD]
Hit it did it something like a thousand times
Can't stop, can't quit
Gotta, gotta get mine
Get yours

[Da Brat]
I catch you off guard
Keep yo dick hard
Follow the yellow bitch
To the road to riches
And if the smoke thickens
It's to be the beat
Or it detrimental to your brain
Choakin' off Mary Jane
A.T. Lanta insane
Came and kept it wetter than Niagra
The main dame who maintain to stay platinum, yeah, aww

[Jagged Edge]
We talking, me touchin' you and your body
We even talkin' 'bout you and your other guys
I like it when you tell me what you'd do if I was with you
I like it cuz you have nothin' to hide

1 - The way that you talk to me
The things that you say to me
You got my body girl
Have your way with me
I'm tellin' you now
There's something about
Girl, I can't live without
The way you talk to me

We talking 'bout dreams you have about you and I
You tell me things I did to you once I got up inside
You make me look forward to the future
Wanna have a wife and kid
Cuz all the time that I been gettin' around
I never felt like this, yeah

I know you know baby, how much I love you
I love you, you love me, and I know
Baby, I know, whoa, yeah, whoa
When I call yo name

[JD]
It's all about the pu-punani-nani
And mo' money
With me pink bunny and the G
You just in the D J.E. era
Chromed out carreras
**, booze and the nonstop I flow wit cheddar
Gimme some Christal, a sip or so
You can send the Mo' back
The type that walk up in the club screamin'
Where the ho's at
Tracks stay steaming, keep your floors packed
Diamonds stay gleeming and you're no match
For me and my faculty
Actually all y'all are w**ed to me
Send me some some true playa's, with true rank
Don't give a damn what you think
Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby
You dress jiggy, body bomdigi
Then it's a possiblity that you and I can get busy
What chu wanna do, shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers, and Jay E. do too

Repeat 1

Make you scream Papa
You the best da da

Repeat until fade

You Miss The Point Completely I Get The Point Exactly (Harvey Danger)

one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day
in the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say.
cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else’s spleen.

and i always seem to miss the point completely (and here i am again).

culture baron trainwreck and it’s hard to look away
but i’m yawning like a kid in a carpet store.
refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go
but i guess you know your business
you’re the one who makes the windstorm blow.

and i always say i miss the point completely
(and here i am again, here i am again).
and i always wish you’d behave more discreetly;
it’s kind of puzzling, but you’re falling into place
(it’s what you do best).

you’re a po**r opinion,
you’re an easy thing to foster,
you’re an ostentatious tourist,
you’re a predictable posture,
you are a record left on the dashboard,
you’re a nasty little hang.
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
no you miss the point completely
no i get the point exactly
no you miss the point completely
no you miss the point-a!

(interlude francais)


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