Olsen Twins - I Am A Kid

Artist: Olsen Twins
Music Album: I Am The Cute One
(Music Song Lyrics):
I am a kid. Let's get that right
I'm red and yellow. I'm black. I'm white
On a sunny day, on a stormy night
Gonna toot my whistle, gonna shine my light.

I am a kid.
I am a kid.
I am a kid.
I'm a kid. I'm a kid. I'm a k-i-d.
A k-i-d, that's me.

I am a kid. Let's get that straight.
I'm seven. I'm eleven. I'm five. I'm eight.
They say I gotta grow up but I can wait.
I love love. And I hate hate.

I am a kid.
I am a kid.
I am a kid.
I'm a kid. I'm a kid. I'm a k-i-d.
A k-i-d spells me.
I'm a kid. I'm a kid. I'm a k-i-d.
A k-i-d and that spells me.

I am a kid. Just wanna say "Hi"
Life is tough but so am I
Even on that rainy day
I'm gonna be okay.

Chorus:
I am a kid (I'm a k-i-d)
I am a kid (I'm a k-i-d)
I am a kid (I'm a k-i-d)
I'm a k-i-d.

I'm just a kid tryin' to have some fun
Without hurtin' anyone
I'll sing until I'm done.
I am a k-i-d.

Now you might think that I talk too loud.
Or maybe you think my head's in a cloud.
But I'm just a kid, doing my thing.
Singing what only a kid can sing.

Chorus

Come on along and be a kid with me.
Cause every kid has got a right to be
It's time for kids to make some history.
So everybody let you kid be free
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Olsen Twins I Am A Kid

Bis: Kid Cut

Artist: Bis
Music Album: Intendo
(Music Song Lyrics):
You're soulmates been stolen
She's not with you
Just get drunk, go out more
What can you do?
Which prom dress should you choose
She's not about
No one to watch you blow your candles out

Kid cut it out
Kid cut

Who to trust with problems
Tell a secret
No shoulder to cry on
Yeah you need it
Who'll assist scream for help?
Forced to feel it
No longer the one
She walks to school with

Regret it
Deflected
Imperfect
Learnt from it
Regret it
Deflected
Imperfect
Learnt from it

Kid cut it out...

Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

Bizkit Limp: Clunk

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Three Dollar Bill, Yall
(Music Song Lyrics):
Clunk [7x]

DJ Lethal.

Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister.
You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up
Because that mental is fadin'
Ego, you over played it.
Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted
Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted.
But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will.

It's gone too far.
It's gone too far, end it soon.
I never did.
Well I never did, kid.
It's gone too far.

Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin'
Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin'
Caught ya' lip-sincin'
Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin'
Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject)
Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect
But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you.
Well kid, I never did
And never will.

It's gone too far.
Well it's gone way too far, boy.
I never did.
It's gone too far.

You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash.
Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down.
What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'?
When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you.
It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill.
Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye.
Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield.
See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy.
Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this.
I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor.

It's been built up for so long.
And I just wanna get it out!
And I just wanna get it out!!

Clunk!

There's certainly some distortion in there. What?
Certainly some distortion in there.
I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear.
A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that.
Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration.
Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread.
And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?)
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars
They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer
They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to..
Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of
Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there?
Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger
Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness.
I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off.
That's a form of honosty, isn't it?
I suppose

Wasted Youth - Problem Child

Artist: Wasted Youth
Music Album: Reagans In
(Music Song Lyrics):
No mind, doesn't think at all
Problem child is no one's friend
Damn that kid, always in a fight
Problem child, just hates life
He lives a life in a state of fear
He has a knife that he keeps near
He's not the one that you want to meet
You don't want to see him on the street
Problem child just hates the world
When he was five years old
His mom burned his hand on the stove
Problem child never went to school
He just went out and broke all the rules
Problem child always crying
Stupid kid just wants to die
He's not the one that you want to meet
You don't want to see him on the street
Problem child has a brand new gun
And he's looking for you
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Wasted Youth Problem Child

Biz Markie: Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

[ VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
>From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"

Biz Markie: The Dragon

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: The Biz Never Sleeps
(Music Song Lyrics):
VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon

Bizkit Limp: Gimme Me The Mic

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Results May Vary
(Music Song Lyrics):
hold up it’s the motherf-ckin’ concrete
suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip
poppin’ all you copies
who keep waterin’ down shit
thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit
your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits
f-ck all of that shit
f-ck all of you posers
let go of the mic kid
step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone
i’m a microphone fiend
bring on the motherf-ckin’ cutthroat,
territorial piss off
spit the deadly and ready for lift-off
who’s getting their shit tossed?
is it the one kid running his mouth
that he’s sucking his thumb with?
you’re damn straight
i’ll put it right in ‘em
no anti-venom for the buck-buck
see a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone,
i’m a microphone fiend
chorus
give me a motherf-ckin’ mic y’all
give me a mic y’all
give me a mic so i can rock it right y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight when i’m blowin’ up the mic y’all
you know it
you know it
hold up, check out the motherf-ckin’ tv
same song, same bands everyday, f-ck that
i’ll blow those motherf-ckers away, you wantin’
to hear some heavy ass metal that can
penetrate deep into your ear drums?
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up and step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone, i’m a microphone
fiend
chorus
it’s a crazy crazy world playing crazy
crazy shit on this crazy radio, I’m really sick of it

Biz Markie: Hooker Got a Boyfriend

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with
Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with
Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa
Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had
big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat
Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that
and lots more, and baby girl I had the hots for
But I'm really not sure, who she spread the twat for
Heard it was a kid across town named Hector
But I don't give a heck, so I still went and checked her
on the down low, he ain't around so
Out of sight, out of mind, get your coat and let's go
So we dipped, hopped in the whip and we was gone
Off to City Island cause they had it goin on
Two yuks a foo, now the mood was set
Caviar at the bar, Red Star, Moet
Silk suits, spendin loot like a straight up mack
When I felt somebody finger tappin me on my back
And turn around quick, but before I could begin
All I seen was a big mac-10, aiyyo it's her boyfriend

[Chorus]
"Hooker got a boyfriend!"
"Why do she do this boyfriend?"
"Ohh ahhh.. why do she do this boyfriend?"

[Verse Two]
Check it, yo
I broke camp, ran like a champ, yep I jetted
Off to the trunk for the pump, time to set it
Money kept screamin some CRAP that I dissed him
So I started lettin off {*gunshots*} but I missed him
Honey got scared, and called the five-oh
So yo, you know the half Dukes, time for me to go
Cause I ain't the type to be doin no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me come over yo, bet I'm on my way
Be there in a sec, yo I'm not too far
She said, "Park around the back so he don't see the car"
Met me at the door wi

Hip Tragically - Fire In The Hole

Artist: Hip Tragically
Music Album: Day For Night
(Music Song Lyrics):
-------------------

You triumphed over will
You had immunity to kill
You had your dreams fulfilled
And I love you still
But there's a power beyond control
There's a fire in the hole
Ah the nights are getting cold
All your secrets will be told
Turn your lanterns low

As long as you can dig up proof
As cold as water through the roof
Brutal as depicted truth
That kid's a f-ckin goof
Turn your lanterns low
But there's a power beyond control
There's a fire in the hole
Yeah the nights are getting cold
All his secrets will be told
Turn your lanterns low
Alright

I'd like to stand up soon and show
I'd like to let some people know
I'd turn my bucket over
I'd turn my lantern low
But there's a power beyond control
There's a fire in the hole
Yeah the nights are getting cold
All my secrets would be told
Turn your lanterns low
Alright
Alright
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Bizkit Limp: Getcha Groove On

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavored Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
Xzibit: Yes... Millenium shit... Limp Bizkit, ha...
X to the Z, yeah, ha... (kaaakaaakaaa)
Bringin it live to you and yours, my home
Boy, hahaha... Yo, get at em dawg
Fred: You don't wanna f-ck with me today
Cause a little sum-sumthin, roll your way
So try not to be like that today, Cause i'm a
real mutha f-cker from, round the way
Xzibit: (Come on)
Fred: We don't give a f-ck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a f-ck if you're invadin the space
So getcha getcha groove on
Xzibit: (gotta getcha groove on)
Fred: Don't keep us waitin too long
Xzibit: (dont keep us waitin too long)
Fred: Dont treat me like a toy kid
Every single second I'm alive I'm a mess
This lazer beam mic check
Communicatin through the gentalect
High tech keep you on the run now
Don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive I'm, alive
Don't understand why

Bizkit Limp: Cambodia Family Values Tour CD 1999

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Live from Family Values 98 in Kansas City)

Hey! Are you ready...then get up!!
Let me hear some noise!
I see all you motherf-ckers bum-rushing the floor tonight.
Y'all ready to make this motherf-cking place go crazy?
Get up! Get up! Woohah!
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say.
Pop, mish, mosh, up in the brain I'm on my cycle.
Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones.
Pass these microphones.
I don't exaggerate.
Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate.
Hey you people, just the tudes, attitudes.
Lose the attitude, I won't be f-ckin' mad at you.
But if you're bitin' don't be fightin' kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin'.
That open wound style needs some healin'.
Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know.
Behind the spotlight got the phattest f-ckin' live show.
You feel the tension.
Eyeballs in your socket.
Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it.
You like the ways that we're livin', you need them.
Your demo tape I inspected, then ejected.
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.
Kansas City...join me!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Who?! Who?!
Who's hot? Who's not?
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving, but I don't hear a word that you say. Do you feel me baby?
Pop hand grenades, best describe the impaction.
Can't get no satisfaction, take it back.
That was you doin' back in '82.
No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter.
Helter Skelter, the J while bet ya, the beetle upset ya.
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda.
The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't ya.
Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected.
Check your road block.
Oh, like water, keep on rollin',
Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shinin' on you.
I need your help Kansas City.
Get the f-ck up!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Who?! Who?!
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Woohah! Cambodia

Fame Soundtrack - Teachers Arguement

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Artists are special celestial fools
Blessed with a talent for breaking the rules
Unfit for confinement in cubical schools
Artists are special.

Artists are people, not primitive fools
They learn what to do before breaking the rules
They know that the brain is the finest of tools
Artists are people

Whether in theatre or music
or dance
They have to be given the chance ...

To fly by the seat of their pants!

To develop their minds!

to be nurtured like plants

Artists are part of the same human race
As everyone else in this same bloody place
you learn to survive or you fall on your face
Artist or not! Artist or not!

I've seen them come and go for all these years
Kids with no talent for anything more
Than carrying spears
Another year, another shipment
Lacking the drive, or the style, or the basic equipment
This one is different!

And I can see me, then...unremarkable me
The kid in the ballet class, the princess I wanted to be
Tutu and point shoes, hair in a bun,
Completely unnoticed, as if I were no one...
This one is different, I tell you,
This one can dance,
This one is special, I tell you
Give him a chance

What did they tell me when I was a girl
Learn!
Day after day when I ws a girl
Learn!

The land of dreams waits over the meadow,
If you can find your way out of the ghetto
Learn! Learn!

Put your faith in books
That will protect you
Put your faith in books
And a mind of your own
Neither charm nor looks
Will make them respect you
you must learn to stand, you must learn to stand alone!

Picture a little girl in glasses and braids
A little starched dress, at the end of the corridoor
She's holding to the wall, waiting for the bell to ring
Praying for the day to end
Forcing herself to go back to her class again
Hearing her mama's words "put your faith in books"
This one is different
Put your faith in books!
This one can dance
Put your faith in books

Artists are special
Artists are people

This one must have a chance
This one must have a chance
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Bis: Skinny Tie Sensurround

Artist: Bis
Music Album: The New Transistor Heroes
(Music Song Lyrics):
Skinny-tie says we forgot the 80's too quickly. like when the static mattered more than the content and the streaks in your hair were louder than your guitars, or more lately your synthesizers.
Y-tie says that he wants to look like simon le bon you know 81' 82' kinda time, maybe later.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround

Skinny-tie says that his mum is worried about the eye liner in his pocket. says it's not natural and that his dad would be turning in his grave if he knew. he comes across some sort of half-bake
Lf-hearted point about sexuality, knowing full well that he'd never deviate no matter how much he convinces himself otherwise.

Skinny-tie reckons it impresses the girls how he's free thinking and stuff. not like these lads that are so common you know. only he doesn't realize how much we see through him. skinny-tie is ju
Meone you know and not someone you'd call a friend. you wouldn't notice if you hadn't seen him for weeks, but you know you'll see him again.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround

Skinny-tie always asks where the cool party is, but never goes because he chickens out of wearing that gold silky suit that he saw spandu ballet wear on top of the pops and sounds of the 80's. s
-tie doesn't realize that no matter how defensive he gets about it, the 80's probably sucked if you weren't a kid.

It's the sound, it's around
It's skinny-tie sensurround

Hill Dru - This is what we do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Method Man]
Yeah baby hey yeah yeah
And you know said you know
Said you know said you know babe yeah
So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
Cuz thats how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
Cuz your handle bars aint little
Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready)
1 If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin, givin it to you
Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
(Repeat 1)
Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
Youre so pretty, you stay shitty,
Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight
(Repeat 1) x2
[Method Man]:
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers
Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
Whats goin down?
In my mind Im rippin your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin
Honey come on over here, I **** be cold
Throw them panties over there, you wont need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit
I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now
Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me dont ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty
(Repeat 1) x2
If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout
(Repeat 1 until fade
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Chubb Rock - The One

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
[verse one]
Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream
Seen a couple of years ago when i was just a teen..ager
The need to come off at that particular time wasn't major
Now i have to wear a pager
On my waist just in case i have to go someplace
Somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on
For all with the ruffneck song
Even though they weren't born in the carribean like me
And others that were all brothers there's a lot in the pot
Floridian(?) sibian(?) to be divvian(?)
I waited for a few for mine, i knew the time was gonna come
You can bet i'ma collect the whole lump sum
Of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies
Is whatever you call it there's some complementary honies
I'm just the ultimate don juan nig-jacabozi(?)
Never fell, i can spell, f-e-l-l like yahtzee
For each i'm gonna reach and teach with the speech
If you riff, i'ma flip like nadia comaneci
Win the gold; the bronze is for hans and franz
I'm not (?) on no dirty hoes, i know the pros and cons
Which will enable me to wear a cable
And collect large sums of funds
And here he - here comes - the one

[verse two]
Now here comes the man - the man that had the plan
That in one year he will gain a million fans
Heh - and if you map it out he did
Accomplish and astonish, grabbin the hearts of every kid
Yes i've created a realistic mirage in my garage
That one day chubb'll be large
Not large in the sense that i'll be immense
But my financial status and my pockets'll be the fattest around
With a boomin sound which bounds
To give hitman howie tee a royal crown
On his head or his noggin i don't how be loggin(?)
Or the simple sounds you hear in your walkman when joggin
Or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill
You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped
That tree in your way you just realized that hey,
You have to be very careful of the tape that you play
If it's one of mine, you have to sit and relax
And max and prepare to hear funky tracks
And the lyrical storm cause when it rains it pours
Into retail stores, a little comedic and yours
But you know, deep in the gut, the nut
Was you-know-what, all over the cut
Yes we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun
And made it suitable to be ripped by - the one

[verse three]
The one - has the mentality of
An ignorant ruffneck, but then to get loved
Is in my heart even though externally i rarely show it
I'm not the guy you wanna go wit'
If there's beef, i'm the butcher that will go and settle it
I don't preach their rhetorhic
The one hates when you say he's number two
Or number eight on the countdown - my sound
Is unique, you sleep, you'll weap
You'll wreak of my words dangles in your cheeks
So spit em out now, read about thou - take our your camera
Take a flick of the man with the stamina
To get your girl tabitha to have a crush on this
I don't use nautilus - cause i don't pump no weights to get dates
The one is the only one
And i shall not have no other one but this one - word up!
Yo howie, flick on the beat, show me where the rhyme at
And then the jam will kick like timac(?)
Howie takes a style when he's developing my track
So you'll have the feeling of the flavor to buy that
So your audible appendages will be numb
And say, "where did hip-hop get 'em from?"
Long live the anc, walter sisulu
From south africa, mr. mandela you're the real one
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504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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Biohazard: Failed Territory

Artist: Biohazard
Music Album: State Of The World Address
(Music Song Lyrics):
Inner city strugglin', motherf-ckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
Staking a claim on an estate that is real
Pay the mob's price for your own protection
Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
The space between the death of our friends is so close
This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
Last month a gunshot, a typical story
That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
The vacuum of the street so powerful
Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool
Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted
Slave to a bottle of juice, f-cking disgusted
Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
And the odds are that we'll never grow old
Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
Welcome to your suicide
So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
Living here doesn't offer much else to do
But get into beef and take each other's back
Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat
Always changing with the trends like a f-cking chameleon
Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
But the only thing holding you down is yourself
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
Wake up, break out
An epitaph from your own self doubt

Biz Markie: Road Block

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Yo Doc, drop the beat in!

This is a incident that always occur
with the opposite sex, other word is her
No matter what nationality color or creed
or wherever you at, there's always a bad seed
They're always talkin about wantin to be alone
You're spendin too much time witcha friends, all night long
I'm sayin yo what the heck, I am single
It's no reason why I shouldn't try to mingle
So I met this girl by the name of Maxine
Her breath didn't stink she used Listerine
She looked crazy a-ight, and the whole nine
But this situation was one of a kind
Because I wanted her.. all to my own
so I called her on, my Mickey Mouse telephone
I said, "Hello pretty momma it's the guy you just me
Uhh what are you doin tonight?" She said, "Nuttin," I said, "Bet"
So when I went to pick her up, I was in shock
cause she brought her friend along for a ROAD BLOCK

[Biz sings]
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
Is it because I'm the BIZMARKIE?
No I think it's because I have the R-A-P
I think you think I'm UGLY makin CASH MONEY
Yo I think all the girls is funny..
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?

(Yo Biz you know you don't usually be with things like that
Why you let her get away with that?)
I thought she was buggin just to see what I'd say
I said nuttin, let her friend come anyway
Okay now listen what she wanted me to for her friend
(What she want Biz?) Expected me to pay her way in?
It's not like kid from stingy cheap or my name's Ebenezer
but I'm here to please Maxine, not to please her
So I still let it go by, and got her in the movie
Thank the Lord I bumped into my cousin named Cool V
I said please Vaughn, take her friend off my hands
So I can be alone, and get my man
He said alright I'll introduce, she act like she was wit it
But when we try to split, she looked and said forget it
I don't know whassup Vaughn, she must be buggin
I thought you was in the way she was kissin and huggin
Soon as I said - wanna make music like Sebastian Bach?
I'm not leavin my friend with a guy but it's another road block

[Biz sings]
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!
AMERICAN WOMAN! Why you do it to MEEEEEE?
Is it because I'm the BIZMARKIE?
No I think it's because I can R-A-P, no
I think you think I'm UGLY makin CASH MONEY
All of this is funny..
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!
AMERICAN WOMAN! Stay away from MEEEEEE!

So I was highly upset, and you would be too
if an icicle's in your way, stickin to you like glue
I mean it's the end of the night, time to move on
I'm tryin to kick ballistics so she'd come to my home
I went to, yo bust it, call her when you get to your crib
She said, no and started cryin like a baby with a bib
Now why you wanna bat me up and ruin my night?
I coulda said no but I was bein polite
She tried to pull the I'm stayin over her house bit
Not tonight baby you gon' be stayin at a Parkway Exit
So they went into the bathroom to get in a huddle
If you keep playin you're both gonna take the shuttle
They both came out the bathroom with a glance
like the bathroom they were goin to dance
They both approached me with the look of a rock
I look and tell my senses ahh it's another road block..