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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #60 on: August 26, 2009, 03:10:57 AM »
Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #61 on: September 16, 2009, 07:00:57 AM »
"my daddy made corn whiskey, my grand daddy did too.
and we aint paid no whiskey tax since 1792.
we just lay beneath the juniper while the moon shines bright.
watchin the jugs a fillin, in the pale moonlight."



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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #62 on: September 16, 2009, 03:30:13 PM »
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they
see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world niggas kill you in your sleep watch me
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #63 on: October 08, 2009, 02:11:08 AM »
With high heels you stole your moms birth control pills!
You on some new shit I heard about that sex change
You gotta vagina your grandmother thinks your strange

- Kool Keith

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #64 on: December 05, 2009, 01:31:01 AM »
"Come together in homon-ism"

"You the one with a drink in your front pocket and your back pocket"

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #65 on: December 08, 2009, 08:27:34 PM »
Quote
Fires dance
the shadows
Winds whisper the trees
Mother talkin' the water's

Spirit moves, it moves through all things.

Widespread Panic

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Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames.
She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame.
Poised for flight, wings spread bright, spring from night into the sun.
Don't stop to run, she can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone.

Tell me the cost; I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost.
Sell everything; without love day to day insanity's king.
I will pay day by day, anyway, lock, bolt and key.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.

Help on the way, well, I know only this, I've got you today.
Don't fly away, cause I love what I love and I want it that way.
I will stay one more day, like I say, honey it's you.
Making it too, without love in a dream it will never come true.

Grateful Dead
The answer is Dutch Masters, you fat fucking catastrophe.

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #66 on: December 09, 2009, 12:34:12 PM »
"someone in my dictionary is up to no good,
i never find the very special words i should"

"Confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain.
If we’re miscommunicating, do we feel the same?
'Cause either way you look at it
you have your fits, I have my fits,
and feeling is good."

"If you give a little,
you can get a little bit."


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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #67 on: December 13, 2009, 07:05:50 PM »
What I put down in the sound coil is Crown Royal
It's like I dug in the ground soil and found oil
I'm known to terrorize, paralyze a pair of guys or prepare to rise off the land, sea, air, and skies
Elzhi - Fire

As I walk out my door, step into the pollution
I breathe in the problems, exhale solutions
C-rayz Walz - Bent Life (aesop rock)


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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #68 on: December 14, 2009, 11:37:53 AM »

As I walk out my door, step into the pollution
I breathe in the problems, exhale solutions
C-rayz Walz - Bent Life (aesop rock)



word, havent listened to that song in ages

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #69 on: December 14, 2009, 12:36:23 PM »
With high heels you stole your moms birth control pills!
You on some new shit I heard about that sex change
You gotta vagina your grandmother thinks your strange

- Kool Keith
haha excellent choice, but the verses right before that are fucking gold:

I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks
you turned drag queen, a call girl doin' tricks
nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take ya loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #70 on: December 15, 2009, 09:10:40 PM »
jesus
get off the notorious
penis

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #71 on: December 15, 2009, 11:02:36 PM »
Any line from Liquid Swords or a Bob Dylan album.
I’m a ghost that everyone can see.

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #72 on: December 18, 2009, 12:37:43 AM »
Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
No holds barred, til labias say "free us"
then its straight to your kids' school, wine coolers in the Prius

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Re: favorite lyrics
« Reply #73 on: December 18, 2009, 01:53:36 AM »
Quote from: dave pirner
Well, they packed up their violin cases of the finest artillery
Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary
And no one talked as they synchronized their watches
And they drove past the train station

Well, the train rolled out with a passenger car
Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
Two twitching men clutched six guns in their sweat-drenched coats
With a fail-safe holded up plan and that would be all she wrote

And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies, and freewheelers
Sold out their trades to become drug dealers
There ain’t no money in doing things straight
Your community thanks you, business is good, and nice guys don’t get paid

Outside the train window fast as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse with a head full of lies
And the tears of excitement couldn’t put out the fire in his eyes
For the house he was riding to burglarize

All through the house they were dancing and singing
An extended family with fiddlers and magicians
A juggler and a chemist who’d invent a potion
To pacify all the killers and rapists

The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the prescription
For a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesman
In a three-wheeled jalopy he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked over the ocean

And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich kids
And soon the city would be crawling with addicts
In back rooms, dark alleys, basements and attics
Where a fly is trapped in a spider’s web but a bat’s got the spider

And no one knows what’s going on
But you gotta show up for yourself at the end of the day
And nice guys don’t get paid
Nice guys don’t get paid

Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars
Upstanding assassins, clean hands, filthy dollars
Hijackin' fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of addicts and colored television