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favorite line from a song?

"I'm a headstone waiting for words, so just carve my epitaph for me ...it's a sordid state of belief, when your last defense has sold you out for good."

-Year of the Rabbit
 
Didnt read the whole thread but from outkast...."It took your mama 9 months to make it, it took a nigga 30 minutes to take it"
 
just one line?

"...often times humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehood, we're either too close to our image to be objective in our perception, or too far away to be subjective in any matter, this only widens the void in social conformity introduced to our souls at birth, so i write, i don't write without the intention of objectivity or attention on the image, but only as an omni-directional bridge between the several flowing internal structured realities present in comparable space and time..." - Eyedea

yeah...umm i dont know if those are the EXACT lyrics cause its hard to tell what hes saying but its close enough. :cool
 
theres a game out there
and the stakes are high
the guy who runs it, runs the numbers all day long and all night long...

once in a while he lets you win one,
but in the end, you've got to lose
and once you've lost
theres no way back
no way at all...
 
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
and he shit shit shit his pants
He's alway's fucking shitting his pants
And I'll never talk to you again
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again
 
"Don't fool yourself
She was heartache from the moment that you met her "

Jeff Buckley
 
"coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy"

-Dresden Dolls
 
"
Now all you wingless angels
Get in line to take a stab at me
'cause I'm rollin' down the last six pack
And two A.M. brings finality
"

Wammo, "Wingless Angels"
 
Yo VIP let's kick it

Ice ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

CHORUS
Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

REPEAT CHORUS

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2)
Ice ice baby
 
just kidding here goes a song i really like

Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin’ like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
By anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
Me & you, ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ ah dash,
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her
Brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said keep still, boy, no need for static,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said why’d ya hit me
? ,
The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
I’ll do years if I pull this trigga,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? ,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said I need bullets, hurry up, run!
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen nova (? ),
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’
Lead,
He told the cops back off or honey here’s dead,
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
The cops shot the kid, ta still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
Just another case ’bout the wrong path,
Straight ’n narrow or yo’ soul gets cast(? ).

Good night.
 
"I did it like this, I did it like that, I did it with a wiffle ball bat"
 
deaconblues said:
Vicky - YESSS!!!!!!! god I love that band....

DOGMA
Click to expand...
Me too!!!!! i have the album.. she thought of the best one
how bout "love is a fist' :laughing
 
I'm sitting in a railway station,
Got a ticket for my destination,
On a tour of one night stands,
My suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned,
For a poet and a one man band.
Homeward bound, I wish I was...
 
y'all know what time it is

She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said "Damn"
(dropped the gat from my hand)
What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man.
 
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it
I just want to rent it for an hour or two

I met an old mistake
Walking down the street today
I met an old mistake
Walking down the street today
I didn't want to be mean about it
But I didn't have one good word to say


(chorus)
West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey hey hey


I had a steady job
Hauling items for the mob
I had a steady job
Hauling items for the mob
Y'know the pay was pathetic
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copacetic


I meet a West L.A. girl
Already know what I need to know
I meet a West L.A. girl
I already know what I need to know
Name, address and phone number
Lord and just how far to go

(chorus)

Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
Looking for a chateau
Twenty-one rooms but one will do
I don't want to rent it
I just want to use it for a minute or two

(chorus)

"West L. A. Fadeaway"
Grateful Dead
 
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