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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 4:10 pm
If you get the urge to share lyrics, post them here.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 4:17 pm
Their cries are blown away with the wind
How passive can we be before humanity is lost?
Turning our backs on those who need love
We must not rest while healing is needed
Tear down the veil
That bars your heart from feeling this
Dedicate yourself
Give your souls to compassion
With open arms embrace this heart
With open eyes behold the truth
Embrace this life
So little time is left
We must be relentless
In our pursuit of those in torment
Tear down the veil (tear down the veil)
That bars your heart from feeling this
Dedicate yourself (dedicate yourself)
Become the voice of compassion
With open arms embrace this heart
With open eyes behold the truth
Embrace this life
Can you reject yourself?
Can you feel their agony?
In a world that feeds on disregard
Heal the broken hearted
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 5:29 pm
<******** the police
Comin’ straight from the underground
Young ***** got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a ******** that s**t, cause I ain't the one
For a punk mother ******** with a badge and a gun
To be beatin’ on, and throw in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a ******** with me cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searching my car, looking for the product
Thinking every ***** is selling narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rolling in the Benzo
Beat the police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a ***** down and grabbing his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cause they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showing out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any mother ******** in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young ***** on a war path
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dying in LA
Yo Dre, I got something to say
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 6:40 pm
Win but I like this better. Straight outta Compton, crazy ******** named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya ******** with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo a**, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk ******** that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a ******** like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo a**
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the ******** fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb ******** see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't ******** with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as ******** I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 12:27 pm
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like ******** tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young ***** got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a ******** that s**t, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha ******** with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a ******** with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every ***** is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
A young ***** on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to ******** the police,
Comon! Off, ******** the ******** tha ******** The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young ***** got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a ******** that s**t, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha ******** with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a ******** with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every ***** is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a ***** down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha ******** in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!
Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to ******** the police,
Comon, sing that s**t,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:51 pm
I just posted those lyrics. Fail. D<
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 8:16 pm
Loveninjas - She Broke His p***s In Two
He was the kind of a guy who beat up all the girls who
made love and force 'em to work when they bleed
And he raped and he murdered without thinking twice
But she made him pay for his deeds
She broke his p***s in two
and he'll never forget what she said
Don't force me again to give head!
Well you can say that the streets of New York are
as hard as it gets but baby this city is worse
You gotta be nice to the girls in the park
Or something comes off in the dark
She broke his p***s in two
and he'll never forget what she said
Don't force me again to give head!
No, no no! (She broke it, she cut it she sliced it!)
No, no no! She broke it, she cut it she sliced it!
She fried it, she cooked it and diced it!
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 1:46 pm
Missus Pissy Britches I just posted those lyrics. Fail. D< Child, I was merely posting a more complete version of your little lyrics, because I just listened to that song *points to Last fm*
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