Listen Lam Lao Ban Xork Morlum Latsamy ລໍາກ່ອມລູກ แคน Khaen by Jonny Olsen
Lyrics
Casablanca (Xandria)
At the temple of black gods
I failed again
For you
For you
A chilvarous end for a man
Clandestine enthralling haze
A docile sacrifice for my grace
And you will hear me
Siren's calls of temptation
Teasing you
No limits will be, no
Taboo of imagination
I'll fill your void
Resurrect from the ban they put on you
Fall again
Again
You will - what they foreknew
Only gods illuminate
And just a slave to be is your fate
And you will hear me
Siren's calls of temptation
Teasing you
No limits will be
No taboo of imagination
I'll fill your void
I will always savour you
As I will always be your fool
And you will hear me
Siren's calls of temptation
Teasing you
No limits will be
No taboo of imagination
I'll fill your void
And you will hear me
Siren's calls of temptation
Teasing you
No limits will be
No taboo of imagination
I'll fill your void
Always...
World Outside Your Window (Tanita Tikaram)
Everyone has said that I might go
'Cos my red suitcase and my ray-bans
Weren't quite so
I'd bear the heavy wind and rain that falls
I'll never come back again
'Cos you know I laugh when winter shows her hand
Well, that picture framed the saddest thing you'll see
But it bought me time and a place that love could be
And since I'm going now please rearrange
'Cos I'd like to think that things have changed
I don't believe you'll be open anymore
Tell me if, you want to see
A world outside your window
A world outside your window isn't free
And tell me if you wanna catch that feeling of redemption
That feeling of redemption doesn't do much for me
Well, everyone was hoping you would stay a while
Tell us 'bout that great land in the south
I see that man - now ain't he under offer?
I tell you child you go wash out your mouth
Tell me if, you want to see
A world outside your window
A world outside your window isn't free
And tell me if you wanna catch that feeling of redemption
That feeling of redemption doesn't do much for me
What can you say
I'm hiding in the belfry
What can you say - I want to catch time
How can you say you know anything about me
Well I knew about you - but I won't care about you
Everyone has come to see. Well somethings have to do
Flowers out for this photographic haunt, but they all pass me by
But the age is not a funny game, it don't give such a buzz
And when I winced with ignorance
I had to kiss this dust
Beautiful Night (Manic Psychopath) (Prince Paul)
featuring The Therapists
{Freudian psychologist}
You have three minutes in which to tell me a dream
Any dream
Some one you had last night if you can remember it
OR any dream you can remember
Go ahead try not to censor just let it out
Begin please..
{patient}
I got a little uh..
{singers The Therapists}
Just a beautiful night..
{patient}
It's not like a dream, it's a confession y'know?
I kinda wild out last night y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmm-hmm
{patient}
To some shit..
Real ill shit..
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night..
{patient}
Let me tell you about it.. (mm-hmm)
Took this girl out to the movies you know
Dinner, the whole shit, you know
We had the lovely time, y'know..
Took her back to the crib, y'know
I spent a lot of money on her
I-I-I passed off, so I felt like she should pass off (mm-hmm)
Y'know? But she didn't.. so I took it!
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmm! Yah yah
{patient}
Yeah I raped her y'know
I mean you know I know it was **ed up
but uhh I ahhhhhhhhh... I felt bad so I left
y'know I went out, went to the store
to get me a little somethin to drink y'know (mm-hmm)
Went to this, went to this bar
Ordered some Amaretto, y'know, bottle of Amaretto you know
{Freudian psychologist}
Mmmmm, yeah..
{patient}
This whitey bartender said uhh, he don't serve no niggers y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah
{patient}
What? Huh! I snapped on this mother**er y'know
Draggin him by his collar
Pullin him over the muh'**in counter
Dragged him outside and I KILLED this mother**er (mm-hmm)
I really wild out last night
I was illin
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah, mm-hmm
{patient}
But straight up, to be honest Doc?
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night for a date **
{patient}
I mean, heh it was a beautiful night though
I kinda enjoyed that shit for some reason
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, for a kill (a kill)
{patient}
I mean I could do that shit again, y'knowhatI'msayin?
That's what I'm tryin to tell you, somethin wrong here
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide (ohh yeahh)
{patient}
It's a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal..
Well it's a beautiful night, to kill **s
{patient}
So I went to Madison Square Garden to see umm
The Beastie Boys, youknowhatI'msayin?
Them niggaz had me riled up, youknowhatI'msayin?
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, all around, whoahhh!
{patient}
They was doing _The New Style_, all that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
I really enjoyed the shit, slam dancin, y'know
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a .. beautiful night for a date **
{patient}
Folks was really into that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
Vintage old school rap, y'know?
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, for a kill (a kill, for a kill)
{patient}
This one ** slam danced a little too hard and..
I ain't like that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
I'm enjoyin myself, he enjoyin hisself
But some, some reason, some s-s-some friction kicked off y'know?
(Mm-hmm) I grabbed this mother**er I snapped his neck, you know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm
{patient}
This nigga dropped right there, BOOM!
**s was lookin me y'know'm'sayin they was scared though y'know
They ain't never see a muh'**in ** drop like that doe
I killed this muh'**er, but it was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night, for a date **
{patient}
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night for a kill
{patient}
I mean I wasn't wrong for that shit was I Doc?
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide
{patient}
This type of shit happen everyday in the ghetto Doc
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal
{patient}
You should come on down, hang out..
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah
{patient}
Yo there's this girl, y'knahmsayin named Susie
I used to date, y'knahmsayin? (mm-hmm)
She got a butter body, she-yknahmsayin?
She real slick, y'know
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah
{patient}
Me and my homeboys, we got together
She hung with a few of her crew, y'knahmsayin?
We was all coolin out (mm, yah yah)
Three and three, y'knahmsayin?
But her girlfriends y'know they weren't with it
They stepped off, they left her (mm-hmm)
Me and my homeboys, I ain't gon' say no names
Y'knowhatI'msayin Doc cause that would be wrong
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm
{patient}
We start feelin on the shit, feelin her up y'knowhatI'msayin?
Enjoyin ourselves y'knahmsayin? We had our way with it y'know?
First I thought she was enjoyin it
but when she started screamin no and shit I knew we was wrong
but (mm-hmm) we just took that shit man ** it
It was a beautiful night
{singers - The Therapists}
It's just a beautiful night, for a date **
{patient}
It was a beautiful night Doc y'know?
{Freudian psychologist}
Yah yah
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night for a kill
{patient}
I mean is there somethin wrong with me enjoyin this type of shit Doc?
I mean y'know
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night for a homicide
{patient}
My old mom, she brought me up right y'know
Whatever, but, I like the shit
{singers - The Therapists}
A beautiful night, let's go steal..
Well it's a beautiful night, to kill **s
A beautiful night, all around, whoahhhhh!
{patient}
I was watchin All My Children one day *laughing*
{singers - The Therapists}
It's a beautiful night..
{Freudian psychologist}
Mm-hmm, yah yah..
Unfortunately I can not give a clinical analysis
of the symbolism of this dream unless we want this record
thoroughly banned but let me tell you it's pretty dirty!
Crimson Horizons And Ashen Stars (Abigor)
Spectral planes before my eyes
Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium
Crimson horizons merge into ashen skies
Ascending bleakness but not clourless
I stride ahead...
Light-absorbing signs appears above me
Symbols to guide me, symbols to brace me
Impressed by those views which I always foresaw
Hearing the silent resonance of everlastingness
A cosmos that never began and will never pale
So do I...
Time and space like warmth and coldness
All earthly concepts left behind
Harmonious evil beyond faintness fills this world
My senses are adapted, obtuse they were
I have spiritualized the flame of Satan
So those eternal impressions are wages
For every life destroyed in a fake outstripped reality
Obscure are the ways of death
And veiled are mine...
Secrets and treasures can be bared in a place called...hell
The relevance of mortality descends after this revelation
And I have banned all christian mortality
One day I enter my morbid world
And stalk an endless paths
Where crimson horizons merge into ashen skies
Ban The Tube Top (Reel Big Fish)
You're 17, evil and mean, comfy and cozy nowhere scene
You can't deny the loser inside all of your bad taste won't subside
You're outta sight keep me up at night you dress funny strapless and skin tight
You're outta sight you keep me up at night you make me crazy you wear it out of spite
Ban the tube top tonight
You're magical mystery girl tick tock you don't stop rockin' my world
You give high fives to all the guys you let me know that I'm alive
You're outta sight keep me up at night you dress funny strapless and skin tight
You're outta sight you keep me up at night you make me crazy you wear it out of spite
Ban the tube top tonight
There's a party that were all invited to but I don't care because I hate everyone in school
I ignore all the girls but you
Beautiful girl, ugly shirt you are a fashion red alert
But I can't resist, you've never been kissed and I've never been in love like this
You're outta sight keep me up at night you dress funny strapless and skin tight
You're outta sight you keep me up at night you make me crazy you wear it out of spite
Ban the tube top tonight
There But For The Grace Of God Go I (Machine)
Carlos and Carmen Vidal just had a child
A lovely girl with a crooked smile
Now they gotta split 'cause the Bronx ain't fit
For a kid to grow up in
Let's find a place they say, somewhere far away
With no blacks, no Jews and no**s
Chorus:
There but for the grace of God go I
Poppy and the family left the dirty streets
To find a quiet place overseas
And year after year the kid has to hear
The do's the don'ts and the dears
And when she's ten years old she digs that rock 'n' roll
But Poppy bans it from home
Chorus
Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak
Popping pills and smoking weed
And when she's sweet sixteen she packs her things and leaves
With a man she met on the street
Carmen starts to bawl, bangs her head to the wall
Too much love is worse than none at all
Chorus
We Don't Die (Twiztid)
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is cold as ice and broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot
Sail through the hour glass ticking of the clock
If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious thing on the market since date rape
We the dead
We don't explain or feel pain, beserko
Keep it underground to maintain
Bitch you better checknuts
I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months
Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
Coming up outta the ground
From the underground covered of dirt
Keep away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole up dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?
What bitch mutha**as makin' love to the press?
With a bitch name tattoed on your chest
Me and mutha**in' madrox, hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point
We dont die
Uh huh, we keep it real
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel
Freek shit
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos who runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit
Everyone of y'all means everything to me
We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the family
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
It's hard to explain the element my
Self inflicted pain
Were not positive, uplifted
** you, walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freek shit
What I live what I breath
Casted out, lean necks, like his disease
Still trying to ban our sound
Cuz supposedly it would be resurrected
The dead from under hallow ground
You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs
Plus, you can't trust him
But I can bust him in half
Sit back and laugh for all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa
Type war death
Freekshow, different from the rest
But I, love it though
Put you to the test
[x4]
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
D.M.S.O (Dead Kennedys)
D.
M.
S.
O.
Crypto
Wonder
Drug
In vogue
Some people say
It cures arthritis
Maybe that's why
It keeps getting banned
It's absorbed
Directly through the skin
Mix it with lemon juice
Touch your fingertips
You'll taste the lemon
The police
Started a riot
Down at the courthouse
Again
Running amok
Spilling blood
Bashing heads
I do my part
Behind the lines
Swabbing door handles of cop cars
With D.M.S.O.
Mixed with L.S.D.....
Triumph Of The Swill (Dead Kennedys)
Life can only get better
All you need to do is fall in love
Everyone else has fun but you
Buy that fun you'll fit in too
Dance your problems away
GOVERNMENT MUSIC
Cheap escape to that mind-control beat
GOVERNMENT MUSIC
Mellow out-Life's too hard
You don't even want to think
See the macho cock-rock metal heroes
Vomit fire out of their big mouths
Shake your fists obediently
Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud
See the Aryan bozo with the red guitar
Parachute on the White House lawn
Gonna bomb the commies with his air guitar
So dumb he can't drive 55
Like Bing Crosby before them
GOVERNMENT MUSIC
Too idiotic to be real
GOVERNMENT MUSIC
You want it loud?
We'll make sure it goes nowhere
So you won't get ideas
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran
On the grounds that it stimulates the brain
We've done him one better in the land of coke & honey
Using music to put people's brains to sleep
Ever wonder why commercial radio's so bad?
It's 'cause someone upstairs wants it that way
If the Doors or John Lennon were getting started now
The industry wouldn't sign 'em in a million years
So what do we get
GOVERNMENT MUSIC
Christian censorship and taxed blank tapes
Shoppers strung out on our false hopes
Will flock to obey
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Wooo (Mac)
featuring Snoop Dogg Mia X Big Ed Mr. Serv On Kane & Abel
[Mac]
No Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga ain't nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole name
I penetrate em then I disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em cuz I don't hate em
I spit voodoo to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I rippin off clothes
You **in with the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect scrilla
So what the ** you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say
[Chorus - Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a soldier on the streets holler
(Woah!)
You hear them soldiers on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time them soldiers speak holler
(Woah!)
[Kane & Abel]
Load your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen
What you want (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed, cremated
See this game, we regulated
[Mr. Serv-On]
Nigga, you know me
The nigga that spell everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your mother**in set and bang
your hoe mother**in out (** yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't know what the ** it mean
Nigga, that's the **, that's about punchin your **in mouth
The nigga that'll tear the club up
Nigga, I don't give a ** if you bangin or slangin
Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the **
But if you think I was gonna leave this mother**er without
spellin a line
K-L you done lost your mother**in mind
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
I down with the M to the A to the C
It's the S to the E to the R to the V
**in with the T to the A to the N to the K
And when I come through mother**er and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you coward mother**ers gon die
[Chorus]
[Big Ed]
Nigga what I claim?
Nigga I claim TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between hips
I got my name Assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your guns up if you rowdy
And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
bout it
[Snoop Dogg]
Rowdy gangsta in this mother**er, loco
So I can come through and keep it TRU and do what the ** I
must
I bust, I keep it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it mother**er, or bail it, for real
[Mia X]
Biggest mama, drama two guns here I come
Put down for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I exhale
Some fake bitches like you name is Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close your shop, woah
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