Krosigrim Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 Ill start with Wclef, from the Carnival album. Anything can happen. Here some highlights. Feel this composition, it's a brand new dubFirst thing I did, was went to the pubTequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocksCause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rockI'd like to give a shout out to my people on the blockFor you Silly Willy playin thug cartoonMy infrared scope got your movements on zoomBoom new toon, write songs in my roomSleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groomYour husband assume, come back with his goonsPut me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoonRadio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev''I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to GracelandBut they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorryNatural born killer, who slept with the enemy'Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunkOver looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shiningYou lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamondNine to the Seven, you better off steppinWhen I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)Take this lesson, to your next sessionI suggest, you practice with the freshmanSophomore, junior, then come check the seniorBy then I would have graduated from the school of ruckusWyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producersIf the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny EinaBut always stay humble went from bummy to neatCause money break groups up like the Five HeartbeatsDon't get souped cause you, pushin a CoupeNext year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuitFor example, I know I'm nice, I don't front itLeast anticipated, to the most wantedYeah, that's me in the spotlightWith a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw I looove this album. Alot of songs I like on there. I have more songs from it I'll quote. Anyone have some lyrics they really like, either it was extreemly clever, badass, went really well with the beat/tempo/rythem or had some great meaning to them? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hera Posted May 22, 2009 Share Posted May 22, 2009 All we want is a headrushAll we want is to get out of our skin for a whileWe have nothing to lose because we don't have anythingAnything we want anywayWe used to hate peopleNow we just make fun of themIt's more effective that wayWe don't liveWe just scratch on day to dayWith nothing but matchbooks andSarcasm in our pocketsAnd all we are waiting forIs for something worth waiting forLet's admit America gets the celebrities we deserveLet's stop saying "Don't quote meBecause if no one quotes youYou probably haven't said a thing worth saying Sex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaWe need something to kill the pain of all that nothing insideSex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaWe all just want to die a little bit We fear that pop cultureIs the only kind of culture we're ever gonna haveWe want to stop reading magazinesStop watching TVStop caring about HollywoodBut we're addicted to the things we hateWe don't run Washington and no one really doesAsk not what you can do for your countryAsk what your country did to you Sex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaThe only reason you're still alive is because someoneHas decided to let you liveSex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaWe owe so much money we're not broke, we're brokenWe're so poor we can't even pay attention So what do you want?You want to be famous and rich and happyBut you're terrified you have nothing to offer this worldNothing to say and no way to say itBut you can say it in three languagesYou are more than the sum of what you consumeDesire is not an occupationYou are alternately thrilled and desperateSky high and flockedLet's stop praying for someoneTo save us and start saving ourselvesLet's stop this and start overLet's go outLet's keep going Sex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaThis is your lifeThis is your flocking lifeAmericaSex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaWe need something to kill the pain of all that nothing insideAmericaAmerica Quit whining you haven't doneAnything wrong because franklyYou haven't done much of anythingSex, drugs, God, cashSex, drugs, God, AmericaSomeone's writing down your mistakesSomeone's documenting your downfall "Dogma"- KMFDM Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homesGod'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you onDriving around the old town I remember it allDropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall (And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothesYou are a Satanist worshipper of things evilThink you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-ohA volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissanceSteal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn No-one can stop us the plot is a work of geniusNo-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving upEvery unwanted lawn jockey fits in the scriptDirected by spielberg and starring the masochist club Mary you look like hellStuck in that ridiculous shellGive us some light and god's pure loveWe know what you've been dreaming ofGive us some light and god's pure loveWe know what you've been dreaming ofGive us some light and god's pure loveWe're taking you to Hollywood "HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!" And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissanceSteal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothesOne plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evilOne plays a poet who starts up a band of his ownOne plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke And we wear what we want on our night reconnaissanceSteal flamingos and gnomes the dark suburban lawnsAnd we give them good homes give them love they've never knownIn the loft of the barn in the town where I was born "Night Reconnaissance"-The Dresden Dolls It's a god-awful small affairTo the girl with the mousy hairBut her mummy is yelling "No"And her daddy has told her to goBut her friend is nowhere to be seenAs she walks through her sunken dreamTo the seat with the clearest viewAnd she's hooked to the silver screenBut the film is a saddening bore'Cause she's lived it ten times or moreShe could spit in the eyes of foolsAs they ask her to focus onSailors fighting in the dance hallOh man! Look at those cavemen goIt's the freakiest showTake a look at the LawmanBeating up the wrong guyOh man! Wonder if he'll ever knowHe's in the best selling showIs there life on Mars?It's on Amerikas tortured browMickey Mouse has grown up a cowAnd the workers have struck for fame'Cause Lennon's on sale againSee the mice in their million hordesFrom Ibeza to the Norfolk BroadsRule Britannia is out of boundsTo my mother, my dog, and clownsBut the film is a saddening bore'Cause I wrote it ten times or moreIt's about to be writ againAs I ask you to focus onSailors fighting in the dance hallOh man! Look at those cavemen goIt's the freakiest showTake a look at the LawmanBeating up the wrong guyOh man! Wonder if he'll ever knowHe's in the best selling showIs there life on Mars? "Life On Mars"- David Bowie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krosigrim Posted May 23, 2009 Author Share Posted May 23, 2009 Wyclef Jean, The Carnival: Apocalypse Yeah, I was looking out my window manwhen i heard these sirenslook up into the skysaw the moon turned to bloodlooked at my little brothersaid, 'you high as hell maaan' Chorus: Apocalypse...1 2 the headlines youths just rolled throughApocalypse...3 4 solder, 100 horsemen at your doorApocalypse...5 6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or missWe we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yea Arrival of the CarnivalNew beats, I never recycleWhile your looking for samplesYou might get trampledSurprise, heyI'm back with lightning and thunderI heard you over sayin' that im'a one hit wonderYou dumb or some, i went to refugeesSilly felony, when i'm doneCollect royalty from record company'sClouds getting darkerSuns getting nearerI'll turn a atheist into a god fearing believerThe back of a buildingYour body's found by childrenPlayin' hide go seekAll we found was his skeletonIn the back of a carYou spawned with the wrong guardYou know my empire strikes back hardListen hard, warThis is the day after actionProjects, cannonsBeing launched at the palaceVision, revelationSky know apocalypseEnemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss Chorus: Apocalypse...1 2 the headlines youths just rolled throughApocalypse...3 4 solder, 100 horsemen at your doorApocalypse...5 6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or missWe we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yea Aiyyo, Back on earthThe party is in the tunnelOn the west side of the riverWent mad quiverRats get fed to the alligatorGun blast equivalent to the bombs in pearl harborRescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshimaI'm driving to jersey to escape the terrorI was on the highway pushing a black viperA car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)A blue range rover, he says pull overI didn't know he was a DT undercoverI screamed out my lungsThis is discrimination!Whats the charges, he said you just robbed a gas stationWho me? not me! it couldn't beI was in the Grammys with BrandyDidn't you see me on tv?Bullshit, yall all in the same gameHe tried to run me off the roadLike he was Rosco Pico TrainI stayed calm, gave him a hell of a showCause when its time to goAll i gotta press is turboHeard it on his walkie, road block on 280 westThings got serious, that's when i bust a leftU-Turn, my tires burnedMy concern was a truck comingHead on collision within a chase positionClose one, i almost went up in a blazeRunning from what appears to be a masqueradeLeast that what i thought, it was all in my mindReality struck when i got to the borderlineThe headline reads every ghettos sad storyA rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity... This has always been one of my favorite songs ever. I'm getting annoyed because I have to correct these lyrics. Some a$shat got alot wrong. Hopefully I catch it all. WTF how the hell... how can someone get the lyrics so wrong??? really. I almost want to post the original I copied. here is an example. He tried to run me off the road like he was Rosco Pico Train /correct. my fix He tried to run me off the road like he was rosco, rico or dre /!?!! WTF were they thinking?!?! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hera Posted May 24, 2009 Share Posted May 24, 2009 HAHAHAHAHA HEY WILL When ink and pen in hands of menInscribe your form, bipedal "P"They draw an altar on whichGod has slaughtered all stabilityNo eyes could ever soak in all the places you anointAnd yet to see you all at once we only need the pointFlirting with infinity, your geometric progenyThat fit inside you oh so tightWith triangles that feel so right 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459 Your ever-constant homily says flaw is disciplineThe patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sinAnd if our transcendental lift shall find a final floorThen Man will know the death of God where wonder was before Yeah, I know this Pi crap backwards and forwardsCheck it out I did three chicks then I pointed at the doorA girl entered in so that made it fourI snapped one time in came another fiveAdd 'em all up and that makes nineThe average age 26.5Now that's what I call gettin' some piFive of the chicks wore 6-inch heelsTwo of the nine squealed like seals514 was the area codeQuebec, Canada my winter abodeAnd my 1.3 million dollar chalet Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110556 One day my friend, we will wander around a Wal-Mart singing this song!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krosigrim Posted May 24, 2009 Author Share Posted May 24, 2009 HAHAHAHAHA HEY WILL When ink and pen in hands of menInscribe your form, bipedal "P"They draw an altar on whichGod has slaughtered all stabilityNo eyes could ever soak in all the places you anointAnd yet to see you all at once we only need the pointFlirting with infinity, your geometric progenyThat fit inside you oh so tightWith triangles that feel so right 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459 Your ever-constant homily says flaw is disciplineThe patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sinAnd if our transcendental lift shall find a final floorThen Man will know the death of God where wonder was before Yeah, I know this Pi crap backwards and forwardsCheck it out I did three chicks then I pointed at the doorA girl entered in so that made it fourI snapped one time in came another fiveAdd 'em all up and that makes nineThe average age 26.5Now that's what I call gettin' some piFive of the chicks wore 6-inch heelsTwo of the nine squealed like seals514 was the area codeQuebec, Canada my winter abodeAnd my 1.3 million dollar chalet Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110556 One day my friend, we will wander around a Wal-Mart singing this song!!!!HAHAHAHA Awesome! I love that song! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skythe Posted June 22, 2009 Share Posted June 22, 2009 Mr. Bungle "Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz" http://www.lyricsdir.com/mr-bungle-ma-mees...woz-lyrics.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inky Posted June 22, 2009 Share Posted June 22, 2009 I suggest that you DO NOT read these lyrics. Mojo NixonTie My Pecker To My Leg Me yer momma and some other whoreFloatin' down the river on a shithouse doorgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Dad's going steady with a pig in a barnGrandma's gettin down with an ear of corngonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Watching mom shave her pussy really gets the kids hardGrandpa's trying to fuck somethin in the front yardgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Sister is gettin rich on her 900 numberPoor Dog, Billy Bob give the basset dog a hummergonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Reddog (Solo) Well I'm a big dick daddy and a fuckin foolEleven years old and I went to pussy schoolgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Yeah, her asshole is tighter then a steel drumHell I'd eat a yard of her shit to watch her cumgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Simon (Solo) You only live once, so off with them pantsHell ain't for sure, it's only a chancegonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Yeah, my gal's so fine, wanna suck her daddy's dickIf you saw my poon tang's face, you wouldn't give me no lipgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Woke up this morning with a case of stinky fingerLast night I must have been the designated drinkergonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. I need a woman six foot tenShe's gotta be that tall so I could get it all ingonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. Everybody Solo Yeah, me yer momma and some other whoreFloatin' down the river on a shithouse doorgonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leggonna tie my pecker to my leg. I'm gonna tie my peckertie my peckertie my peckertie my peckergonna tie my pecker to my leg. I warned you! you dirty bastard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krosigrim Posted June 22, 2009 Author Share Posted June 22, 2009 In my head I hear PsychoBilly music! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inky Posted June 22, 2009 Share Posted June 22, 2009 Musically its bluegrass. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krosigrim Posted June 22, 2009 Author Share Posted June 22, 2009 EGAD man. I have bad bluegrass memories. I worked in a shabby mall in NC, and every tuesday was bluegrass night. Old people from all over... filling the mall with... horable music... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inky Posted June 22, 2009 Share Posted June 22, 2009 bluegrass is pimp ass shit homie. really I love all Americana roots music. and bluegrass is one of the most challenging styles of music to play. it's usually really fast paced with lots of weird chord changes. not to mention fitting in amongst a lot of odd instruments. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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