Gunny
Cool Thread! I'm looking up music while we speak....
Anywayz, my 2cents
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Prince - Had U
Missed U
Called U
Found U
Begged U
Convinced U
Saw U
Held U
Kissed U
Fondled U
Tempted U
Undressed U
Smelled U
Wanted U
Asked U
Thanked U
Minded U
Hurt U
Disappointed U
Fuck U
Had U
Had U
Had U
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Yeah, I know, lame. But I always get a chuckle out of it.
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The Cramps - All Women Are Bad
Adam and Eve, sittin' in the woods.
Rve said 'man i got somethin' real good, it's in that tree, you'll get smart fast!' Adam said, 'sure, satan my ass - i don't see no snakes but all women are bad'
All women are bad, all women are bad, that's what he said, all women are bad. Groovy wiggly tails, horns on their head, all women are bad, all women are bad... Samson and Delilah, talkin' bout groomin', Delilah said 'Sam, you don't look human!' Took some scissors, went snip-snip, said 'now everybody's gunna think you're hip' Sam felt his head and said 'all women are bad' there's one with you, lookin' so sweet, but she's just a wolf dressed up like sheep, secret gadgets up under their clothes - stuff you hear about but nobody knows, and it ain't no use...all women are bad save me the label of that perfume on the table, so i can remember what made a wreck of me
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Less Than Jake - History of a Boring Town
Just talked to this girl, who used to live on my street.
After all these years, you’re here and you remember me.
She said her old boyfriend packed up and headed back east,
but she always knew someday he would go
She just got a new job but doubts it will last.
So let’s take a drink and never think here’s to the past
And she says it’s so funny how life burns out so fast it’s just another wasted day.
A boring life in a boring town, with the same old crowd
And I used to say that I’d never stay, but I’m rotting here today with that same old crowd, that’s always been around and I always thought I’d be the first to go.
That same old crowd that brings me down
Another day in a boring town.
And remember when they’d look through you and then look past me
We were the ones they said would always leave
When you go think of me. :crying:
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Good lyrics, I like it!Originally Posted by Celerystalksme
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I miss Celery. :crying:
Hope you getting lotsa ho har, chicken.
I Wanna Be Naked - Screaching Weasel
I wanna be naked, I wanna be nude
I wanna walk around in my birthday suit
No more funny looks about the way I dress
I'll show the whole world my nakedness
I don't need no hang-ups, I wanna be naked
Don't wanna make a fashion statement pose
I wanna walk down the street without any clothes
I won't waste no time deciding what to wear every day
I'll dress the same - completely bare
I don't care if it's against the law
I wanna live my life in the raw
Naked as a jaybird all the time
Bold and brave and no tan lines
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I found my lyrics thread *yay*....me missed you lots to lilmiss, but u already knew that.
THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS
"Stab My Back"
Now we’re broken on the floor
She just wants me to share her
It hasn’t been this way before
She just wants me to dare her
The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It’s better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It hasn’t done a lot for you
And every time he held you close
Yeah, were you thinking of me
When I needed you the most
Well I hope that you’re happy
The phone rings
And she screams
Stab my back
It’s better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It’s better when I bleed for you
I hope that love he gave you
Was just enough to save you
You nearly broke my heart
Just look at what you’re tearing apart
Stab my back
It’s better when I bleed for you
Walk on me
It never was enough to do
I can't get past her
Falling faster
It's true
It hasn’t done a lot for you
It’s better when I bleed for you
It never was enough to do
It hasn’t done a lot for….
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My favourtie Canibus song. beatifuly peiced together
Poet Laureate II Lyrics
[Sampled Intro: same outro from Poet Laureate]
Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called
My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down...
[Canibus]
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said one day all eyes would be on me
when they look up in the sky and see the neon C
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
in glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories
the first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
he believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
and he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars
liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
but he would never take it out his archives
He wrote 2 songs per day
and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
he got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the same
especially when theres nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it
properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
to extract the information
They found it utterly amazing
they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him
cause Thomas Kinkade called, said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
with sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS
in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
so many rhymes that were intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes
[*beat switches*]
Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
adjusting the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
affects the population, fluctuation
on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
The juxtaposition of Canibus's position
the precision something no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
You didnt go to college obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
when the brain orders the body not to breathe
Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league
you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
even though it sort of urked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
my attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods interpreted into different forms
from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
48 orders of mechanical laws
and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-obsorbed
but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
permitting you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
with the DJ doing the needle rub
Chances are you'll never see me son
yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
[*beat switches*]
I came to holla at some big booty bitches
and listen to the speakers thump, where you get concieded from?
Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone
and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
the liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
and become "Cani-millenia man"
Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every lawyer has an axe to bury
but he has to learn to disearn between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane
its suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
and got banned from the hip hop hall of fame
For 2 bars I kept hearin in my head
over and over again, it cost me everything
[*beat changes back to the original beat*]
Im convinced now that more then truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its to late
Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception
that a movement in any direction is progression
Even though of the potency of it lessens
big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
ever since the influence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr
The Son of God, Edward Lawrence and Leo Salade
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
to the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
thats like me telling myself dont tell me what to do
Dialysies and analysies of battle emcees
sometimes I say things I myself cant believe
My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes
"Canibus why dont you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
thats why I said it so vehemently
You need to place the hate with respect
I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!
[Sampled outro]
Generally I take.. I go with the given..
ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless ..
whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..
n00b
some lyrics i've written myself.
neon-
The Facts are Feeble back and attack your people
The Tracks are Lethal practise on maped cathedral's/
Lights Gleaming Define the Cresent, past and present
Shine Meaning, crimes from peasents time is Evident/
Pleasent While police use weapons, with dead methods
Lessons blasphemous, but I've masterd this drastic shit/
Tactics of magic, devine but tragic I might flask ya kids
Never the best never been blessed I'm better then death/
Neon I blasted, crafted the pediment drafted the element
I fumble with verbs, Jumble my words hunted like Herds
Stumbled, disturbed absurd, I'm so hot right now, burnt/
Bound from this rumble, Found in the bounds of a puzzle
Loud with sounds that I pronounce shouted real supple/
leave together in length, better no weapons with strength
Never thought of holding the mic, now It's stolen my life
I sold all my rights, now hold in a cyph, "Gold as a Strike"/
Perfect wordsmith Simile's deserve to be printed and framed
Im a techtonic plate that keeps shifting, drifting with planes
You missed how I rein, guess your just a bit ... in the brain//
we want your oil!
record it foo
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