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I've got TONS...
but we'll start with some bjork: "It's not meant to be a strife/It's not meant to be a struggle up here..." "I will grow my own private branch off this tree...I can obey all of your rules and still be me..." "Unthinkable suprises about to happen...but what they are...it's not up to you" Last edited by prozac; Jul 05, 06 at 08:39 PM. |
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Louis Logic:
who got a problem wit a bottomless beer.... that could make a pessimist smile and an optimist tear? i'm probly severe, as pouring some scotch in a beer till i'm wobbly 'n weird, shit I hope a hospital's near before I OD on O.E and stop my career hallucinate, and see little green monsters appear Aesop Rock - No Regrets Look, I've never had a dream in my life because a dream is what you wanna do but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one! i got a million but these are some that come to mind |
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^ yeah thats what i thought when i saw it too.
how about some K'naan? "When you're dead broke, and the rent's due, when you got no friends, and no-one knows you...never let em see you down, smile while you're bleeding" "believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me, my life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me, and nothing else's close to me, more than pain unfortunately, like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose." |
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Mos def: champion requiem
...But thats how Mos work it through And my work is personal, I'm a workin person I put in work, I work with purpose I get it there, on the water, air, the surface... tupac: holla if ya hear me Pump ya fist like this, Holla if ya hear me. PUMP PUMP, if ya pissed. To the sell-outs livin it up, one way or another you be givin' it up. atmosphere: shoes listaning to some records.. from her collection. Boredom, inbetween a coma and an erection. ... its closing time the spins are going to visit me, they're rollin thick like they know they've taken victory. ... sittin down, trying to keep the liquor down lights thoughts and sounds, everyhting flickers now. sick bound, the whole room twists around. in front of the toilet, assume the possition to drown. illogic: hate in a puddle i hate when it rains, cause in puddles i encounter this guy unable to give a rebuttle when rivers of pain flood his eyes wondering why he's a gift with no purpose, a priceless one of a kind peice, that's worthless grounded with no surface. ... when i walk past puddles my reflection calls back at me to answer its questions about life and his perceptions. and tell him why i hate him so much... damn, i wonder why i hate him so much. |
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^one of my favorite atmosphere tracks ever.
along with ... "to all my killas and my hundred dolla billas, to emo kids that got too many feelings..." edit: so many good lyrics, i should post the whole song lol. Last edited by prozac; Jul 07, 06 at 07:37 PM. |
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Atmosphere - Scape Goat
It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar It's my habitat, it needs to be clean, it's my car It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain It's women, it's the plight for power it's government The way your giving knowledge slow and throwing in subtle hints It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana It's emberassment, displacement, It's where I wander It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos It's game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the f**king mic levels It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?) Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs It's bloods and crips, five and six, It's stick up kids, It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks It's the east coast, no it's the west coast It's public schools, it's asbestos It's mentholated, It's techno It's sleep, life, and death It's speed, coke, and meth It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath It stretches for as far as the eye can see It's reality, f**k it , it's everything but me On and on and on and on The list goes on and on and on and on |
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I mother earth
"Another Sunday" Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And a long night of nothing In the morning some coffee 'Cause when the sun goes Down you close your eyes and think That you might wake in the same place |
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Red hot chilli peppers -- Sir psycho sexy
http://www.lyricsondemand.com/r/redh...exylyrics.html So scandelous...I listened to the album for 5 years before i understood what any of these lyrics meant. |