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BUSTA RHYMES "Anarchy"

[CHORUS]
What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you

[Verse 1]
Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street
Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here for
We massacre the masses so therefore
Here's your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas, C'mon!
Stressed niggas, C'mon!
Hungry niggas, C'mon!
Yes, yes y'all, C'mon!
Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y'all
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all)
Fuck shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all)
Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all)
Pushin through just like a wild flood
With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick)
You need to do the philisophical research
Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin belief in many gods
I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask y'all

[CHORUS]
[you are now in the current state of Anarchy]

[Verse 2]
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar
Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This Means War, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga
Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry
Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money
So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me
And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy...

[CHORUS]

Evans Blue - Over


You better crawl on your knees
the next time you say that you love me
fall on your knees, cuz this time I won’t be so kind
can't you see that this is life and life is killing me
is it yours? is it mine?
our sky fell down tonight, to wash away our pain

tell me, over and over and over and over and over again
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
show me, over and over and over and over and over again
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in

you better see how evil you can be
when you see my evil smile
it's the one that you'll remember when I am not so kind
can't you see that this is death and death is saving me
I say burn all your bridges while you still have control of the flame
I know it's hard but you...

tell me, over and over and over and over and over again
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
show me, over and over and over and over and over again
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in

you've hardened to the point
you're hard and to the point

tell me, over and over and over and over and over again
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in
(hardened to the point)
show me, over and over and over and over and over again
(hard and to the point)
it never was time for us, it never was time to let me in

Dado Glisic-Dobar i lud

To sto si rekla ne boli
ko ono sto si precutala
i kao prosjak u dvore
u ljubav si ti zalutala

Tu nema mjesta za one
sto uvijek igraju na sigurno
i koji jedino plove
kada more je mirno

Refren
Tebi sam bio kad nemas kud
da podmetnem ledja dobar i lud,
al’ sada znam
nista od nas nece ostati
ko fitilj u svijeci zarobljen
gorim da tebi pobjegnem,
ali i ti sa mnom moras nestati
zao mi je

To sto si rekla ne boli
ko ono sto si progutala
i mrzis, znam, sto me volis
al’ na to dusa vec je oguglala

I nema moje i tvoje
kad ljubav prodje, sve je nicije
i samo hrabri se bore
al’ tvoje srce za moje nije

Refren

Dzenan Loncarevic-Nikome ni rec

Koliko zelim te, toliko nemam te
i svaki korak s njom ka tebi vrati me

Ref. 2x
Nikome ni rec kad potonem u bol
da voleo sam te, a nisam bio tvoj

I sta nam ostaje od ove ljubavi
kad ono najlepse nismo doziveli

Ref. 2x

Da izdrzim ovaj mrak, da prezivim ovu noc
ne bi mi osvanulo, bez tebe osvanulo

Ref.

Nikome kad znas da nisam bio jak
i samo laku noc pozeli mi za kraj

Ref.

Nikome kad znas da nisam bio jak
i samo laku noc pozeli mi za kraj
2x

WU-TANG CLAN "Dog Shit"

[*dogs barking*]

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together
And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch

[Ol Dirty starts singing]
Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh
De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay
De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr
Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Ol Dirty sings again]
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz
De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes
Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers!

[RZA] Let that bitch go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

[crazy drunken ass ODB singin again]

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all bitches)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

Fuck y'all

Wu-tang Clan - Hip Hop Drunkies


[Tash] What's yo' name?
What's yo' naaaaaame?
[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'ma Alkaholik
[Tash] Yeah me too nigga
[ODB] *singin some crazy shit*

[Tash]
You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
my ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker WHAT!!

[J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block
*burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies

*chorus*
You bithces are hoes
Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe
or in your butthole/earhole
Whever the fuck it goes
(repeat 2X)

[Ol Dirty]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector

[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin
What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in

[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)

[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
At you fuckers...

[J-Ro]
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

[Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
true God but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...

[Tash]
See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home
I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin
Niggaz lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
(Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humb-le
Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!

*outro*
It's the Likwid crew
Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Crashing your party, jettin out with all the brew
So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?
(repeat 2X)

WU-TANG CLAN

"Uzi (Pinky Ring)"

[U-God]
Yo.. yeah
Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin
Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo
That pinky ring shit yo

It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
Broken down and crafted in seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
Better, respect it, bitch believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
Fix your weave, behold my expertise

[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]
I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back

[Raekwon the Chef]
Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch
We in them authentic alley switchin joints
Major general niggaz, five stars
Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms
Silencers, garbage bags of hash
For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
Gash you out your burner fast
You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?
Get the fuck away from my door!
We got big guns in here, coke over there
With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin
Big cat nigga all season
On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
Eighteen karat rap between noodles

[Chorus]

[RZA]
Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup
Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"

[Method Man]
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
So nice like New York they had to name him twice
Name your price, I black out then change the lights
Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot

[Inspectah Deck]
New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
You crabs test, can't measure the threat
I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals

[Masta Killa]
This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Hit Chef for the rice and peas
Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see

[GZA]
From dark matter to the big crunch
The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
So you compare contrast but don't blast
through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
Watch the block thirst for one became all
Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity
The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets

[Chorus]

[scratching "soooooooooooo" until fade]

Wu-tang Clan - Reunited

[Intro: Roxanne]

It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]
It's Wu, ah goin on

[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]

Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

[*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*]

[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]
Yeah... and RZA

[Verse Three: RZA]

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

[Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]

Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour

Wu-tang Clan - Back In The Game


"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"

[Method Man]
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know

[Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we step in the door, we cause panic
Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt
Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me - always have and will be
Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free
Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday

[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now
My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now
Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now
Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now

[Method Man]
Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin
Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
Ante up cause if you blow the dice
on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on thecoke
Searchin for a quick antidote
Mo' money, mo' problems to cope

[GZA]
We were at the same table when the chips were checked
A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+
Just when you thought we would fold our hand
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
It was live on air but in between station breaks
I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes
Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
While the dealer promoted the full house venue
A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
The high roller who got credit upon signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by thehustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle

[Chorus] - 0.75X
[Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!")
[R. Isley] Shit's bout to change..

[Raekwon the Chef]
Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
We on your floor look more doors
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed
And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich

[Ghostface Killah]
Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offaradio
Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
Everybody switched they names like
Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinnedbitches
Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
Now niggaz with the radical shines
It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me
We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.
World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit

[Chorus]

{*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*}

Wu-tang Clan - C.r.e.a.m.


[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man]

What that nigga want God
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get...)
Yeah, check this ol fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

[Chorus: Method Man]

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what That life is hectic

[Outro:]

[Chorus -- 4X]

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI'msayin
Cuz we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

[Chorus -- 3X]

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

Pras & Ol` Dirty Bastard & Mya - Ghetto Superstar

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Man man look at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em

[Mya]
Ghetto supastar that is what you are
Comin from afar reachin for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other uh huh
From one corner to another uh huh

[Pras Michel]
Some got hopes and dreams
We got ways and mean
The supreme dream team always up with the scheme
From hub caps to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Ceaser, datin top divas
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a visa
I just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin bygone be bygone and so on and so on
I'ma teach these cats, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-p-p-politic with ghetto senators on the d-low

[Mya]
Ghetto supastar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
My eyes is sore, bein the senator
Behind closed doors hittin truths to the seafloor
The rich don't know, ignore, this tug of war
While the kids are poor open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everythin change the law
I find myself, walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really goin on in these streets

[Pras Michel]
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away, that's when them cats wanna play
I told you, messin around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pass de bourree
Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applaud like a madator, cry yellin ole
Who the hell wanna see me, from B.K. to Cali

[Mya]
Ghetto supastar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

[Pras Michel]
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race
Two face, gettin defaced out, like Scarface
Throw your roll money let me put on my screw face

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
And I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day
I'm hangin out, partying with girls that never die
See I was pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies
I was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love
Was the one holdin the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understood
Let's all together now, in the hood

[Mya]
Ghetto supastar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

[Pras Michel]
All stars

[Mya]
Ghetto supastar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

B real & Busta Rhymes & Coolio & LL Cool J & Methodman - Hit 'em High (The Monstar's Anthem)

[Intro]
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....

[B-Real]

Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, i'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then i'm comin' right through you

[Coolio]

It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?

[Chorus:]

[B-Real]
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
all)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

[Method Man]

Insane like a runaway train i'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical monster in the game
And I got my eye on you
Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain
You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you
The Monstar again, i'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do
My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks
What up doc? The Monstar funk

[LL Cool J]

Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated
I'm rugged raw, my Monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (Uhh!)
Every step I take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down
This is my planet, I'm bout business
The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (Uhhh!)
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money?
Or in it for the love, M.J.?
23 ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (Uhh!)
I'm 28 light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole
Am I gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]

Yo, god bless!!
Pick up your chest
Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press
With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express
I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off!!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do?
We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars
Who do they be?
They be the Monstars!!!!!!

[Chorus]

My Adidas
Artist: Run-D.M.C.
Album: Raising Hell


My Adidas
walk through concert doors
and roam all over coliseum floors
I stepped on stage, at Live Aid
All the people gave an applause that paid
And out of speakers I did speak
I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak
My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land
with mic in hand I cold took command
my Adidas and me both askin P
we make a good team my Adidas and me
we get around together, rhyme forever
and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather
My Adidas..
My Adidas..
My Adidas

standin on 2 Fifth St.
funky fresh and yes cold on my feet
with no shoe string in em, I did not win em
I bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em
I like to sport em that's why I bought em
a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I thwart em
and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat
with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet
and now I just standin here shooting the gif
me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth
My Adidas..
My Adidas..


Now
me and my Adidas do the illest things
we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
we slay all suckers who perpetrate
and lay down law from state to state
we travel on gravel, drit road or street
I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat
on stage front page every show I go
it's Adidas on my feet high top or low
My Adidas..
My Adidas..

Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare
myself homeboy got 50 pair
got blue and black cause I like to chill
and yellow and green when it's time to get ill
got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball
with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall
my Adidas only bring good news
and they are not used as selling shoes
they're black and white, white with black stripe
the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic
on the strength of our famous university
we took the beat from the street and put it on TV
my Adidas are seen on the movie screen
Hoyywood knows we're good if you know what I mean
we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali
and I won't trade my Adidas for a ??
My Adidas..

t's Like That
Artist: Run-D.M.C.
Album: Run-D.M.C.

[Run]
Unemployment at a record high
People coming, people going, people born to die
Don't ask me, because I don't know why
But it's like that, and that's the way it is

[D.M.C.]
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard to want to compete
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!

[Run & D.M.C. alternate lines for the remainder of the song]
Money is the key to end all your woes
Your ups and your downs, your highs and your lows
Won't you tell me last time that love bought you clothes?
It's like that, and that's the way it is

Bills fly higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd rather stay young, go out and play
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!

War's going on across the sea
Street soldiers killing the elderly
What ever happened to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is


Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!

You can see a lot in this lifespan
Like a bum eating out of a garbage can
You notice one time he was your man
It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is

You should've gone to school, you could've learned a trade
But you laid in bed where the bums have laid
Now all the time you're crying that you're underpaid
It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is
Huh!

One thing I knoe is that life is short
So listen up homeboy, give this a thought
The next time someone's teaching why don't you get taught?
It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is

If you really think about it times aren't that bad
The one that stretches for success will make you glad
Stop playing start praying, you won't be sad
It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is
Huh!

When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts
For a meaning in life is why you search
Take the boys on the train, drive to school on the church
It's like that, and that's the way it is

Here's another point in life you should not miss
Do not be a fool who's prejudice
Because we're all written down on the same list
It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is
Huh! (Repeat 4x)

You know it's like that, and that's the way it is
Because it's like that, and that's the way it is

Gangsta Gangsta
Artist: N.W.A.
Album: Straight Outta Compton



Verse One: Ice Cube

Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way
Since I was a youth I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
that's what the hell I do you don't like how I'm livin
well fuck you!
This is a gang and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's fuckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"

Verse Two: Ice Cube

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back"

Verse Three: Ice Cube

Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

[Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{Man whatcha gonna do now?}
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
[How far you goin back?]
"Way back"
"As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick

Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit

Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren

Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no shit
[So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with]
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your
funky ways"

Dmx - Slippin


Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
well that's to find meaning in the suffering.

[Chorus]
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get back on my feet so I can tear shit up!
[Repeat]

[1]
I been through mad different phases like mazes
to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
doing something more constructive with they time
than bids I know because I been there
now I'm in there sit back & look
at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit: the drama with my mama
she got on some fly shit so I split
and said that I'ma be that seed
that doesn't need much to succeed
strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
baggin' niggas when I caught a buzz
for thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
to get more green than I'd ever seen in a dream
and by all means I will be living high off the hog
and I never gave a fuck about much but my dog
That's my only mutha-fucka I had offered my last
Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast

[Chorus]

[2]
That ain't the half "uhh!" Shit get's worse as I get older
actions become bolder heart got colder
chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch
didn't need a click cause I scared a nigga that much
One deep with the pitch startin' shit for kicks
catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
used to get high to get by used to have to (sounds like) "buff my hell" in the morning before I could fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
didn't keep my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
wanna make records but I'm fuckin' it up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up

[Chorus]

[3]
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Niggas talkin shit like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
sayin' to myself that could've been yo ass on the TV
believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
gots to change cause I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
and that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake niggas jump back on my dick again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my niggas that kept it real
Kept a nigga strong "Uhh" kept a nigga from doin' wrong
"Uhh" Niggas who they is and this is yo fuckin' song
and to my boo who stuck with a nigga through
all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due

[Chorus]

See, this is that shit.
This is that shit that all niggas can relate to.
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!

Zabranjeno pušenje

Ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba

Podno planina i orlovih krila
on je pio potok s izvora
vode su tekle, a srne bi rekle
raja eno malog Milana

Vatra s ognjišta je grijala
pet sjenki sa zidova
a na zidu Zvezda crvena
Bijelo Dugme i Sveti Nikola
pored kuće štala, u štali sjeno
ispod sjena maljutka

Sestra se bila dobro udala
a u brata firma krenula
al' otac je bio tmuran na dan
Arhanđela Gavrila
govorio je svečano riječima predaka

Mog dedu su jurili Turci
a vašeg Austrija
ja sam bježo od ustaškog noža
od tada sam sjed

Opet je vrijeme
da se Srpstvo
brani puškom
stan'te djeco u red

Fazila je bila meka svila
prava vila, samo bez krila
babo joj je trgov'o kožom
od Visokog pa do Goražda

U kući vazda osmjesi
baklava i puna tepsija
Imala je četiri brata
cetiri vita jelena
al' majka je suzna klanjala
na prvi dan Bajrama

Babo je zborio mirno
kao stari hadžija
mora se djeco braniti Bosna
naša jedina
zagleda se tad u brata brat
nema sumnje počinje rat

Bila je noć i bila je hladna
smještena vješta zasjeda
akciju su vodila čet'ri brata
čet'ri vita jelena

Odjeknu lelek klancima
prosu se krv rijekama
žive uhvatiše par momaka
živog i brata Milana

Kontraofanziva kao što to biva
bila je žestoka
Srpsku vojsku vodio je lično
pukovnik Slavko Lisica

Noć se okrenu naopako
nema više ni svitanja
po srušenoj čaršiji lutao je Milan
tražeć' brata rođena
al' umjesto brata ispod jorgovana
stajala je lijepa Fazila

Ti ides sada sa mnom jasna su pravila
tvoja braća drže moga brata, slijedi razmjena
ništa ti se neće desit'
ako budeš pametna

Ref.
Al' ljubav udari često
tamo gdje ne treba
i kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
a kad ljubav udari strasno
tu stiže i nesreća
i u plamenu sve obično strada

Pet dana je sjedila u uglu
kao pet stotina godina
pet noći od straha
pet jutara bez dodira

Šesti dan se u njima
probudi luda beštija
šesti dan, kao san, ljubav se rodila
blagi dodir usnama, jebena je sudbina

Zar ti je mala Turkinja
mozak popila
zar ti ništa ne znače
srpstvo i Sveti Nikola

Zar da ti brata na kolac nabiju
govorila je rodbina
zar ne znaš da je rat
đe živiš ti
ona ostaje sa mnom, jeb'te se svi

I uzalud je stig'o haber
da je spremna razmjena
uzalud je babo slao novce
vrati nam se jedina
moja je ovdje zadnja
ja ne idem od Milana

Ref.

Sve do zime nisu izlazili
iz svog malog brloga
prokleti da su Milan i Fazila
i od Boga i od naroda

Kažu da ih je grijala neka
đavolja ljubav vatrena
kažu da je ta vrela ljubav
jedne noći kuću zapalila
gorio je strašan plamen
iznad bosanskih planina

A vojska tvrdi da tjela
nisu nigdje nađena
neke babe su ih vidjele
da lete poput anđela

Primila ih je Amerika
javio je novinar Reutera
ali nije znao tačno ko je dobio azil
Milan i Fazila il' Milana i Fazil

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Podno planina i orlovih krila
on je pio potok s izvora

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Murga drot

Naš Murga nije običan drot
njegove metode su modernije
on te prvo ponudi cigarom
pa te poslije razbije

Murga nije običan drot
zanimaju ga psiho-fenomeni
svakom se unese u lice i kaže
zasvirat ćeš ti klavir meni

Ponekad izmaltretira kakvog klinca
od ovih rukovodećih glava
poslije se Murga duboko klanja
poslije se Murga dugo izvinjava

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The night is dark
and the night is hot
it is right time
for you, Murga drot
noć je tmava, noć je horka
je to spramne čas
pro tebe pane Murga

Otkako je gled'o Tačno u podne
Murga ide sredinom džade
toki-voki prislanja na uho
pažljivo sluša komande

Možda ga baš večeras u mraku
čeka njegov komad slave
dodijalo mu marisat' uvijek istu raju
legitimacija mu navrh glave

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I dok sjedim ovdje u baru
i kroz prozor promatram njega
kontam da je Freud u pravu
i da je seks korijen svega

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Neću da budem Švabo u dotiranom filmu

Slavni režiser je u našem gradu
snima novi film, kažu, bit će dobar
strani glumci, prijemi i lova
nema sumnje, smiješi mu se Oskar

Trebat će on i mnogo statista
za masovne i grandiozne scene
iako kažu da on dobro plaća
tamo neće, neće biti mene

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Neću da budem Švabo
u dotiranom filmu
neću da budem statist
u životu i u kinu
neću da budem Švabo
Švabo da budem neću

Glavni glumci bi htjeli
da su na pravoj strani
ja da budem Švabo
a oni partizani

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Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase

Ljudi su išli u kolonama
nikom nije smet'o vjetar što je dun'o
te majske nedelje je došao Osijek
al' opet je Koševo bilo puno

Bio sam tad još sasma mali
i nisam znao zašto neki plaču
rekoh sebi, provuć'ću se džaba
sjesti negdje i navijat ću

Prođoh pokraj jednog redara
on samo svoju cigaru pali
kaže, prođi sad i ne boj se ništa
danas te niko neće dirati, mali

Sjedoh negdje u gužvu, u raju
i čuh samo brujanje mase
danas nam odlazi Asim Ferhatović
danas nam odlazi naš Hase

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Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
i BBC na mome radiju
"Oslobođenje" u mojim rukama

I dok je utakmica ova trajala
stariji ljudi su uzimali riječ
sine, Hase je tuk'o
Engleze, Švabe i Ruse
i ovo sad mu je posljednji meč

Bješe rezultat jedan-jedan
kad sudija odsvira kraj
spustiše se zastave stadiona Koševo
stade jedna nedelja da se nastavi maj

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Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
okrenu se Hase poslednji put
nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
uzdignutih pesnica i ozarena lica
nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
kao da veli, mene vise nema
al' imate još mnogo važnih utakmica

Izlazili smo svi iz stadiona ćutke
čulo se samo brujanje mase
poneki usklik i poneka zastava
svi u napad, jedan je Hase
svi u napad, svi u napad

PLACEBO



"Special K"


Coming up beyond belief

On this coronary thief

More than just a leitmotif

More chaotic, no relief

I'll describe the way I feel

Weeping wounds that never heal

Can the savior be for real

Or are you just my seventh seal?



No hesitation, no delay

You come on just like special K

Just like I swallowed half my stash

I never ever want to crash

No hesitation, no delay

You come on just like special K

Now you're back with dope demand

I'm on sinking sand

Gravity

No escaping gravity

Gravity

No escaping... not for free

I fall down... hit the ground

Make a heavy sound

Every time you seem to come around



I'll describe the way I feel

You're my new Achilles heel

Can this savior be for real

Or are you just my seventh seal?



No hesitation, no delay

You come on just like special K

Just like I swallowed half my stash

I never ever want to crash

No hesitation, no delay

You come on just like special K

Now you're back with dope demand

I'm on sinking sand

Gravity

No escaping gravity

Gravity

No escaping... not for free

I fall down... hit the ground

Make a heavy sound

Every time you seem to come around



No escaping gravity

No escaping gravity

No escaping gravity

No escaping gravity

Gravity

TOOL



"The Pot"




Who are you to wave your finger?

Ya' must have been out your head.

Eye hole deep in muddy waters.

You practically raised the dead.



Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.

Then burn the evidence down.

Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,

So don't go tossin' your stones around.



You must have been high.

You must have been high.

You must have been.



Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.

Whatcha talkin' 'bout?

Difficult to dance 'round this one

'til you pull it out, boy!



You must have been, so high.

You must have been, so high.



Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.

kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.



Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!



When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must have been HIGH, HIGH

You must have been HIGH, HIGH



Who are you to wave your finger?

So full of it.

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Fuckin' hypocrite.



Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.

What's the difference?



kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.



NOW!!

You'll weep or, change the cozened indigo.

Got lemon juice up in your high eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle

You musta been!



So who are you to wave your finger?

Who are you to wave your fatty finger at me?

You must, have been, out your, mind!



Weepin' shades of indigo

Shed without a reason

Weepin' shades of indigo



Liar, lawyer,

Mirror for ya,

What's the difference?

kangaroo be stoned

He's guilty as the government



NOW!!

Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!

EYE!!



Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.

You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Your balls deep in muddy waters.

Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!

Tool-Schism

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away

mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,

pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion

disintegrating as it goes testing our communication

the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so

we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communicatioooon.



I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down

no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to

point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.

To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communicatioooon.



The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it.

Finding beauty in the dissonance.



There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting

I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing

Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communicatioooon.



cold, cold, cold,

Cold silence haaaas

a tendency toooo

atrophy anyyyyy

sense of compassiooooon.



between supposed loverrrs

between supposed brotherrrrrs.



(I know the pieces fit. 7x)

I know the pieces fiiit!

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Šeki is on the road again

Kada noć prekrije olimpijski grad
i kad gazde kafića kažu
'ajmo, raja, fajronat
mimo tebe prolazi i poslednji trajvan
i ti se dereš
taksi, 'aj vamo
'aj vamo, 'ej, hajvan

Metalik Golf staje kad išće raja
on je gospodar, gospodar noćnog saobraćaja
šajba mu čista, bez ikakvih fleki
prepoznaješ njegovo lice
dugo te nije bilo, Šeki

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Šeki is again, Šeki is again
Šeki is on the road again

Uključuje taksimetar, opa, čet'ri i sto
ne pitaj ništa, Šeki je to
na ramenu mu istetovirana Zenica
u novčaniku slika, žena mu i djeca

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Roll on, Šeki, roll on