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Port O’Brien – In Vino Veritas lyrics

Posted by hatt on 5 February 2010, 8:35 pm

Thanks to Drew for the lyrics!

Lost my mind and I spend my time
Down in the bottom of a bottle of wine
Left in the weather for days and days
Waiting for a plan to come and play
Well don’t ya know that I sing because you make me
Can’t ya tell that I cry because you take me
To a place where _______?
No, oooooooooooooo
Left the cabin to Phil’s fishing boat
I’ve been wait my whole life to go
Back to the bottles and tobacco rolls
Off the my tongue like the lies I told
Will you feel that my heart has gone to pieces
Cant we touch the way we loved to touch
No, nooooooo
No, nooooooo
Somewhere over the ole’ rainbow
They wait for my eyes to close
Send me thoughts of China Town
Brand cheeked boys in the whole mart fair **??
But don’t fear that I have nowhere to run to
And I can taste that my truths are bleeding lies
No, nooooooo
No, nooooooo
No, nooooooo

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A.O.T.P. – Apathy

Posted by Skyler on 5 February 2010, 1:51 pm

Apathy:

Army of the Pharaohs, will always get paid.
We’ll take the wackest shit, and make it better.
Remember, we ain’t doin’ shit for free.
Pay us some G’s… and we’ll start… rhymin’, rhymin’, rhymin.

Chorus:
It’s the A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
From hell we came, help us spell the name!
It goes A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
Say it out loud, start fights in the crowd! It’s the…

Apathy attacks like asteroids or avalanches
An apparition who appears, but is apt to vanish
In the air like alien aircraft
Droppin’ atom bombs, hold your breath while the air last
Out of oxygen, time’s up, ask O-z
Flow’s Oxycontin, overdo it and OD
Ho’s wanna orgy, they open then, “Oh no! ”
Quickly orgasm when they pussy get o-cho
Tight little teens try to make me trick
I’m telepathic, you can’t tell what makes me tick
From Texas to Tel Aviv, tongues tickle the testicles
Can’t top this text, ’cause the topic’s too technical
Paragraphs of wrath, more passion than Christ
I’m never passive, I’m pissed off and don’t pass mics
Press the digitator, better prep or prepare foes
For A-O-T-P, Army of the Pharaohs!

Chorus

Popularity: 1% [?]

Filed under Lyricz. Tagged A.O.T.P., AOTP, Apathy, Army Of The Pharaohs, Demigodz, Hell's Lost & Found (It's The Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 2)

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Slaine – Dark World lyrics

Posted by hatt on 4 February 2010, 6:47 pm

[Chorus]

Yo you got a blunt? Smoke it
You got a gun? Shoot it
Bitch take a quaalude, your womb is polluted
Your lies in the soil where the rumours are rooted
It’s wrong how we live but who didn’t do it?

[Verse 1]

They say Slaine he got a gun, same he got a son
I got a full clip and you gotta run, here I come
They say I’m not a bum, I’m an asshole
With a shot of rum and a rotten tongue lasso
Tied all around my throat
Back of the po car, cops found my coke
Blocks surrounded with dope, yo it’s drowning my hope
Gun shots found in my coat, my sound is a throat
Being slit ear to ear and side to side
I’m high tonight so ride or die
And if I gotta kick the bucket then I’mma spit the ruckus
We fistacuffers getting hotter than some vicious truckers
Calling bitches’ mothers mothers’ bitches
It’s all about the drugs and riches and how these thugs are vicious
Cut me up, I love the stitches so my gut is dripping
Take my acid tab, I’ll show you what the fuck is tripping

[Chorus]

Where’s my mom at? It’s in a grave with Riz
Where’s my heart at? It’s sad when my niggas doing bids
Where’s ? at? The heart and soul of both of my kids
What’s the point of being alive if you can’t even live?
Assassinate the paper, translate the murder plot
Murder cop train for the day we meet
Wise guys play for keeps
Tears and pain for the rips of the game
Thousands a week, eternal sleep, why the sudden change?
I miss our days, I can’t get you out of my head
It’s like you in my mind every time I pick up a pen
Mixtape 41 for all my sons
Selling crack looking back when life was fun
Now it’s not, these murderous nights will never stop
I hold my hat, this life whether I like it or not
We take trips OT to murder these shows
When it’s all said and done ain’t no place like home

[Chorus]

*Charlie Manson talking*

*Scene from Devil’s Advocate*

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Apathy – Stronghold Mixtape

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:59 pm

Apathy:

Your friends were only being nice when they told you that your verses were fat
I’ll hand you a gat, you still couldn’t murder this track

I’m certain of that, when I attack I work with a map
Putting circles and tax details with pertinent facts, to search for the whack
Don’t even need the burners to clap

I’m so hot, it’s like somebody taught a furnace to rap

You better dead all of that crap that you’re working with Ap

Saying you got signed to the Rock when conversing with cats

You ain’t even a label intern, you work in the back

And pack boxes for customers that purchase my wax

How dare you say you’re probably the next to go big

You’ve never ever had a fan like an Eskimo’s crib

I’m a super human, doing what these average cats can’t

Skinny as a kid, but got sent to a phat camp

What’s the odds you can defeat me when rocking these mics?

You probably have a better chance hitting the lottery twice

My game is air-tight

I can dick – down dikes

I’m the flyest thing that’s white since Uptown Nikes

Wanna joke around trying to diss, thinking it’s fresh

I’ll beat you till your link’s imbedded an inch in ya chest

Better bow down to Caesar, no body’s iller than Apathy

Beings from different galaxies are naming children after me

Side walks crack when I’m steppin’ on the street

I ain’t standin’ on the planet, it’s resting on my feet

The pimp, player, the hustler rolled into one

Breathing air into my lunges is like loading a gun

Fuck around and ya’ll have bigger problems

Than dressing up as Osama

And trying to rush the President while he’s joggin’

I don’t even understand why you bother rocking the beats

You would have been better off as a stain on your father’s sheets

Ap is the king, rocking royal jewels that’ll blind you

UFO’s couldn’t illuminate like the lines do

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Filed under Lyricz, Music. Tagged Apathy, Army Of The Pharaohs, Demigodz, Stronghold

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Diabolical – Immortal Technique Ft. Diabolic

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:53 pm

Dance with the Devil ends

Intro – Immortal Technique:

Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh?
Well it’s not.

You didn’t count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
Ya’ll niggas ain’t shit.
Your producers ain’t shit.
Your fucking A & R ain’t shit.
I’ll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal.

Yo, Diabolic! Take these mother fuckers heads OFF!

Diabolic:

Go ahead and grip Glocks

I’ll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You’ll have to lip lock, with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I’ll watch you topple flat, put away your rings and holler back

Can’t freestyle, you’re screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I’m over-heating your receiver circuts

Unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

But your preacher’s worthless, your worship defeat the purpose

Like President Bush takin’ shots for the Secret Service

Beyond what ya’ll fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em

Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm

Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend’s dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague

Fist fucking a pussy’s face, holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffin’, faggot, you’re less than nothing

I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

Immortal Technique:

You mother fuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me

I’ll resurrect, every aborted fetus and start an army

Storm the planet hunting you down because I’m on a mission

To break your body to a billion one-celled organisms

Immortal Technique ‘ll destroy your religion you stupid bitch

You’re faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix

I’m bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips

Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary

I’m like time itself, I’m a kill you inevitably

Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece

I’m Illmatic, you won’t make it home like Jerome’s niece

I’ll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me

Then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy

This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology

But you’re nothing like diversity without equality

And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology

Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven

Produces more digits than Twenty-Two divided by Seven

You’re like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect

You never killed a cop, you ain’t a mother fucking thug yet

Your mind is empty and spacious

Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist

Face it, your too basic, you’re never gonna make it

Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked

Popularity: 1% [?]

Filed under Lyrics (Some of them. Use the search box if the artist isn't listed.), Lyrics (Some of them. Use the search box if the artist isn\'t listed.), Lyricz. Tagged Dance with the Devil, Diabolic, Diabolical, Immortal Technique, Revolutionary Volume II

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Narrow Grave – Army of the Pharaohs

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:51 pm

Chief Kamachi:

Yo, they love the way I pen a chant
Under a tinted lamp, hear my voice blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire, from the lights in my eyes
It’s Kamachi, possessed by the Pharaoh ways
Underground, like where the bone marrow stays
The spot where you bleed is where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid
They blow up, ain’t no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel sprays
Since the Five Perfect Excertions the waited afraid
The devil caught them from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy

Vinnie Paz: Chorus x2

Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the Army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through your chest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up

King Syze:
Ayo my vocal duel, payment hiatus save the local crews

Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew

But not you, jealous ones they envy us

Cause we spit venomous till books remember us

Hell-fire embedded us, plus sins condemning us

It’s just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators

I be like this, best believe I can’t be ignored

Spitting metaphoric, till the chosen childs aborted

When my minds in orbit, forces knock you off your high horses

Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses

The flames is high, when by brain and the train collide

Under much needed change in time, the game is mine

Build strength through the niggas that be hating my peers

But it’s the Army part of me, nigga; you’ve been waiting for years

From a small block, hip-hop, bustin’ my tool

King Syze, dope shit, what can I say man? It’s nothing new

Chorus x2

Planetary:

I’m a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab

Pharaoh tongue that can slash through your clique and stab

From the days where you carry screwdrivers in back pockets

In case you had to prove that your crew’s live’r

We was painting on your property

And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me

Planetary nigga, Q-D original, smooth criminal

Smash your mental, bruise your physical

It’s something about the evilness of this track

That makes Heaven’s gates close and the tabernacle crack, in fact

It separates all the lies from the facts

And makes you see the light right before the sky turn black

It turns boys to men, toy soldiers to generals

Innocent mother fuckers graduate as criminals

It makes you think twice about who you are

Makes you feel like death’s coming every sixteen bars

Chorus x2

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Popularity: 1% [?]

Filed under Jedi Mind Tricks, Lyrics (Some of them. Use the search box if the artist isn\'t listed.), Lyricz, Music, Vinnie Paz, Vinnie Paz. Tagged Army Of The Pharaohs, Chief Kamachi, King Syze, Planetary, Q-Demented, QD

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Shotblockers feat. Skam Dust, Big B, and Panic – Remember The Name lyrics

Posted by hatt on 30 January 2010, 2:28 pm

[Verse 1]

I make you bite the concrete then stomp the back of your head
Yank your spinal cord out, it’s over faggot, you’re dead
Take the sledge and spread the both of your legs like butter
Mutter out your last agonizing words I’m utterly insane
My veins is pumping a liquid vengeance
I’m known for my tourettes, cadavers, and ghastly stenches
My henchmens, they vary in colours and mental states
A pussy in my clan is about as common as gentle rapes
Rip your face is common, your body’s chained to my fender
Send your moms what’s left over and sign it ?
Bitch I’m not to be fucked with, the end of your bloodline
The river’s a ? and flow like a mudslide
I creep like chronic that’s dipped up in embamling
My soul’s black as an Onyx, red science to make you vomit
? my spirit ? the fuck out of my noggin, I’m sinister like a goblin

[Chorus]

One for the hook, two for the verses
Three for the suckers getting hauled in hearses
Shotblockers shit, let the world know
Kill the stage, ? show

One for the bitches, two for the crime
Three let a arsenal bleed divine
Shotblockers shit, let the world know
I’ll kill your set, let the heavens know

[Verse 1]

Let it rain, let it pour, let these fouls know we hardcore
No confession, no conviction, no pistol in my possession
Already threw it in the river with precision
Now it’s down to the pharmacy to fill another prescription
Yo this weed keep me high but these pills keep my higher
Soldiers at the door waiting ? fire
Fire fire, yeah these streets is getting rough but I refuse to retire
Lights flashing now I’m seeing grey, please God let me live another day
Cause this pen has still got ink and I got shit to say
You know these Vegas streets wouldn’t be the same
If I didn’t keep on inflicted, yes there’s pain
It don’t matter who did it, you know who they blame
Shotblockers motherfucker, you’ll remember the name

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Natural born killer, apple-bottom jean chicks peeler
Fake-tits feeler, murder weapon concealer
I’m the realest of the realer
So many cards up my sleeve I’m the best-dressed dealer
Step into my zone, make it known
He who stands to wear the crown gets the throne
Bitches wanna bone, cats get the chrome
I give these chicks what they want, the rest can get bones
See the swagger so easy, please believe me
If you meet me for a day you can see how real cheese be
And how these chicks wanna touch, I’m not like so much
Leave your pussy on a plate and I’ll call you for some lunch
? always swing for the fence, I’m straight off the bench
With a bat I’ll leave dents
? Shotblockers the crew
Hustle music like the rock, leave pussy black and blue

[Chorus]

Popularity: 1% [?]

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Riviera Regime – Put Out Ya Lights lyrics

Posted by hatt on 30 January 2010, 1:32 pm

Yeah, the fuck’s up?

[Verse 1]

A lot of rappers get a shot in this game, it’s a race to fame
Step to my cream and my team rearrange your frame
You ain’t got clout in my house if you fake the game
So take the shame, there’s no where to place the blame
My brain’s deranged, never settle, I stake my claim
Tasted pain and that’s how I became insane
The hunger pangs got me banging them metal things
Creeping through the night sticking niggas and taking chains

? and it won’t stop, not until your bones pop
Hit you with the crowbar, drop you like a slow cop
Get your fucking dome chopped, leave your family so shocked
? just like ?
Drink a lot of coka, live la vida loca
Fuck you up like Chocha, get your clique run over
Hit you with the toaster, bullet through your shoulder
Grind your body up until your corpse begins to smoulder

My fan base know ?
Your bitch sucked my dick and you’re sucking her face
You’re a sucker, I’ll take everything that you own
Rape your mother and leave her lying dead in her home
Crash your party, gun shots ringing your ears
People scurrying, running for cover like hunted deer
I’m a maniac with the criminal career
The Regime we delivering the message of fear

We swinging them shanks in a fist fight
We pulling them gats at a knife fight
Bucking automatic fire in a gun fight
Die motherfucker, blow blow put out your lights

If you fuck with us you dead wrong, leave you red like Revlon
Show you what I learned fighting on the streets of ?
? Chevron, better wear some Kevlar
Setting off my troops like I’m ghetto like I’m Enron
? ten-man strong ready to fight
Ready to slice any motherfucking fool that steps in our sight
We repping for life, ? be nice
We flexing our mics now expect to be iced

Never slow down, niggas go down in a showdown
I stay coked out ready to throw down
Stay loced out ready to mow down
Any motherfucker that’s not gonna bow down
I gotta eat, nigga, it’s time to chow down
Make you bleed when my heater go blow blow
You wanna live? Better get out of dodge now
Stupid motherfuckers don’t know they could get robbed now

We swinging them shanks in a fist fight
We pulling them gats at a knife fight
Bucking automatic fire in a gun fight
Die motherfucker, blow blow put out your lights

We got some young soldiers ready to blast
? you never relax
Keep you on the defence, that’s how we flex
Try to test, I reach cause that’s my reflex
It’s a fight to the death, you could be next
When it comes to pushing wigs back we the best
You wanna know what bullets do, you can feel the effect
First ? when I dump a whole clip in your chest

Now get a vision of Christ, I slice your back with a knife
Attacking heroin spike before I’m jacking your life
? then grab ?
?
I be attracted to gwap so I could never go straight
Never escape, there’s too much damn paper to make
So much capers to stake so much paper to chase
Try to stop us motherfucker, we’ll be stomping your face

We swinging them shanks in a fist fight
We pulling them gats at a knife fight
Bucking automatic fire in a gun fight
Die motherfucker, blow blow put out your lights

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Evidence ft. Alchemist, Fashawn – The Far Left 2 lyrics

Posted by hatt on 25 January 2010, 12:38 pm

[Verse 1]

Yeah it’s fear and loathing, wilding with my peers and my fears exploding
All over her clothing, next thing I knew I was up in the room looking for something to hold on
The city creep uh huh I feel her lip gloss
Titty bars, mini-malls, dealer, the pit boss, innocent ripped off
High stakes ? keep, mouse traps, I watch my feet, I sleep
One eye cocked, ? stamina
Watch the same lens that caught Tupac on camera
Hammered up, one on each arm, I sell seashells
Bad broads with hair like beach palms
Only if the walls could speak they’d say, “Be calm.”
Next to front, desk called, said be gone
Security trying to hurry me home
A running rebel never worry cause the purchase is on

Hennessy making me see double after the show mash with a couple
To the hotel, show money stashed in a duffel
Do it so well, picture somebody giving em trouble
Like give em hell, give em the belt with the whole buckle
Like ? underneath the mattress, stash the watch
? nothing but demo tapes, I’m straight, blunts burn on the table
Damage the paint, I’m an animal, I mark my space
Spit loogies on the drapes, no respect on the set, I rock and roll like Joe Jett
I draw the line on the ground, telling em don’t step across
Never took a loss, do it on the record deeper than boss
If you’re superstitious then keep your fingers crossed
Blow more smoke than a message in the sky
Don’t bother me dude, you’re messing up my high
I’m so fresh, trapped in ? I get no rest
? daze, no direction, I just go west

I seen a girl on the corner and she said hello
Bright lights in the strip full of pimps and hoes
I’m in the hotel, next thing I know
Nigga get a knock at the door
That’s when I put on my drawers, what the fuck is going on?
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, I’m laid up with this broad
I’m met by ? anyway as I’m yawning
She jumps in front of me and whispers, “Don’t answer the door, please!”
I shove her out the way and say I’m not the one to play
She trying to wrestle with me, almost slapped her in the face
So I open the door and see a pimp and his goons
That’s when they enter the room, my first time out of state
But they ain’t do nothing to him, I slid em a few chips
Gave him back his bitch, he told me have a nice trip
Back to CA, the far left side of the map
559 to be exact, y’all know it’s the F

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Port O’Brien – In Vino Veritas lyrics

A.O.T.P. – Apathy

Slaine – Dark World lyrics

Apathy – Stronghold Mixtape

Shotblockers feat. Skam Dust, Big B, and Panic – Remember The Name lyrics

Riviera Regime – Put Out Ya Lights lyrics

Evidence ft. Alchemist, Fashawn – The Far Left 2 lyrics

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